Upper Level: William Welcome 1786-1845 Charlotte Davis 1790-1850

Friday, October 28, 2011

William Welcome 1786-1845 Charlotte Davis 1790-1850

William Welcome
Christened 1 Jul 1786 Hunston, Sussex, England
Note: surname spelled Welcom in record
Parents: William Welcome and Martha Pearcy
Married Charlotte Davis 11 Oct 1810 West Wittering, Sussex, England
Died: 12 Feb 1845 Hunston, Sussex, England
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Batch I04395-6 Film 2186970 item 3
Marriage: England Marriages 1538-1973 Batch I03636-6 Film 1041574 item 2
http://www.tinkersunited.co.uk/public_dbs/linezz/p330.htm#i16484
1841 Census for Kipson Bank, Hunston, Sussex, England
Ancestral File
Charlotte Davis
Christened 14 Mar 1790 Merston, Sussex, England
Note: I did not find her in Merston - others claim she was born in 1786
Parents: William Davis and Ann (unknown surname)
Note: not sure these are her parents - these names come from AF. I found other parents - Moses and Ann or Robert and Catherine; however, you would think that she would name at least one of her children after her parents and the closest is Mary Ann
Died: 17 Nov 1850 Sussex, England
Sources
Death: http://www.tinkersunited.co.uk/public_dbs/linezz/p330.htm#i16484
Ancestral File
CHILDREN

Charlotte Welcome
Christened 23 Apr 1813 Hunston, Sussex, England
Married Richard Harden 4 Sep 1839 East Wittering, Sussex, England
Note: His surname may be Harding. Her surname spelled Wellcome in record
Children: Harriet
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Batch I04395-7 Film 2186971 items 1-3
Marriage: England Marriages 1538-1973 Batch M15382-1 Film 1068525 as well as IGI Film 1068525 Batch M153821 Dated 1653-1886
1841 Census for Maresfield, Sussex, England (age 28)
Harriet Welcome
Christened 8 Jan 1815 in Hunston, Sussex, England
Note: Her mother's name is given as Ann in this record
Unmarried
Died 1885
Buried 1 Feb 1885 Hunston, Sussex, England
Note: Name spelled Harriett Wellcome in record
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Batch I04395-7 Film 2186971 items 1-3 p 2
1851 Census for Farlington House, Farlington, Hampshire, England
1861 Census for Swing? Green, Monkseleigh, Suffolk, England
1871 Census for Findon Street, Findon, Sussex, England
1881 British Census for Chichester, St Bartholomew, Sussex, England p 5 lists her dwelling as Westgate, unmarried 64y old, living in the home of John Hammond as a Lodger
England Select Deaths and Burials FHL Film 2186971 items 1-3 p 39
David Welcome
Christened 31 May 1818 Hunston, Sussex, England
Note: Surname spelled Wellcome in record
Occupation: Laborer to market gardener (1881 Census)
Married: 1) Eleanor Fowler 17 Nov 1841 St Peter the Great Church, Chichester, Sussex, England
Children: Susan, Harry, MaryAnn, Alfred, Walter, Frederick
2) Ann Welcome 4 Dec 1881 Rumboldswyke, Sussex, England
Died: 1897 Chichester, Sussex, England
Burial 11 March 1897 Rumboldswyke, Sussex, England
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 batch I04395-7 Film 2186971 items 1-3 p 3
Marriage to Eleanor: England Marriages 1538-1973 Batch I03072-9 Film 1068511 Batch I03072-7 p 356
Marriage to Ann: England Marriages 1538-1973 Batch I02043-9 Film 2147122
Ancestral File
1841 England and Wales Census for Hunston, Sussex, England (age 20)
1851 England and Wales Census for Oving, Sussex, England (age 32)
1861 England and Wales Census for Westhampnett, Rumboldswyke, Sussex, England (age 42)
1871 England and Wales Census for Whyke Road, Rumbolds Wyke, Sussex, England
1881 England and Wales Census for Rumboldswyke, Sussex, England p 22 (age 62, widowed)
1891 Census for 5 Wickham Road, Rumbolds Wyke, Sussex, England (age 72)
Burial: England Deaths and Burials 1538-1991 Batch I03578-1 Film 1041594 ref#114
*George Welcome
Christened 30 Apr 1820 Hunston, Sussex, England
Note: Surname spelled Wellcome in record
Married Mary Shepherd 26 Nov 1843 Hunston, Sussex, England
Children: Frank, Alfred, Harriet, Caroline, George, Ellen, Henry, Frederick, Fanny, William, Florence, Walter
Died abt September 1891 in Westhampnett, Sussex, England
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 batch I04395-7 Film 2186971 items 1-3 p 5
Marriage: England Marriages 1538-1973 Batch I04395-7 Film 2186971 items 1-3 p 3-4
1841 Census for Kipson Bank, Hunston, Sussex, England (age 20)
1851 Census for Hunston Common, Hunston, Sussex, England
1861 Census for Hunston, Sussex, England (age 42)
1871 Census for Hunston Common, Hunston, Sussex, England
1881 Census for Cottages, Hunston, Sussex, England
1891 Census for Hunston Road, Hunston, Sussex, England
Ancestral File
Mary Ann Welcome
Christened 28 Mar 1824 in Hunston, Sussex, England
Married: George William Howard 22 Oct 1845 in Mid Lavant, Sussex, England
Children: Welcome, Julia, Randolph, Adela, Adolphus, Allen, Maryann, Helen, Albert, Oliver
Buried 23 Feb 1901 Sidlesham, Sussex, England
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 batch I04395-7 Film 2186971 items 1-3 p 9
1841 England and Wales Census Chichester, Sussex, England (age 15)
1851 England and Wales Mid Lavant, Sussex, England
1861 England and Wales Census (age 37) Chichester, Sussex, England
1871 England and Wales Census East Lavant, Sussex, England
1881 England and Wales Census Main Street, Lavant, Sussex, England
Marriage: IGI Film 0416755 batch M070731 dated 1740-1876
Burial: Film I03631-4 Film 1041564 item 1 p 165
Online http://www.tinkersunited.co.uk/public_dbs/linezz/p405.htm#i20225
Caroline Welcome
Christened 25 Dec 1827 Hunston, Sussex, England
Note: Surname spelled Wellcome in record
Buried 2 Jan 1848 Hunston, Sussex, England (age 20)
Note: Surname spelled Wellcome in record
Sources
1841 England and Wales Census for Hunston, Sussex, England
Burial: England Deaths and Burials 1538-1991 Batch I04395-7 Film 2186971 items 1-3 fn 237
Ancestral File

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From a Funeral Program

When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me

I want no rites in a gloom-filled room

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little - but not for too long

And not with your head bowed low

Remember the love that we once shared

Miss me, but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take

And each must go alone

It's all part of the Master's plan

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart

Go to the hills we know

And bury your sorrow among the trees

Miss me, but let me go.

The Line

Every minute someone leaves this world behind.
We are all in “the line” without knowing it.
We never know how many people are before us.
We can not move to the back of the line.
We can not step out of the line.
We can not avoid the line.

So while we wait in line -

Make moments count.
Make priorities.
Make the time.
Make your gifts known.
Make a nobody feel like a somebody.
Make your voice heard.
Make the small things big.
Make someone smile.
Make the change.
Make love.
Make up.
Make peace.
Make sure to tell your people they are loved.
Make sure to have no regrets.
Make sure you are ready.

I'm My Own Grandpa

Many, many years ago when I was 23,
I got married to a widow
who was as pretty as could be.
She had a grown up daughter
who had a hair of red.
My father fell in love with her
and soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
for she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matters worse,
although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became a brother -in-law to dad
and so became my uncle though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle,
then that also made him brother to the widow's grown-up- daughter,
who of course, was my stepmother.
Father's wife then had a son,
who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson, for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother
and it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
she's my grandma too.
If my wife is my grandmother,
then I am her grandchild.
and every time I think of it,
it simply makes me wild.
For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!

Quotes from the Prophets

President Gordon B Hinckley: "It is good to look to the past to gain appreciation for the present and perspective for the future. It is good to look upon the virtues of those who have gone before, to gain strength for whatever lies ahead. It is good to reflect upon the work of those who labored so hard and gained so little in this world, but out of whose dreams and early plans so well nurtured, has come a great harvest of which we are the beneficiaries. Their tremendous example can become a compelling motivation for us all, for each of us is a pioneer in his own life."

President Spencer W Kimball: "I hope to see us dissolve the artificial boundary line we so often place between missionary work and temple and genealogical work, because it is the same great redemptive work!"

President Joseph Fielding Smith: " The responsibility on behalf of our kindred dead rests with equal force on all, according to our individual ability and opportunities...the greatest and grandest duty of all is to labor for the dead."

The Passing of the Pot (Chamber Pot)

As far back in childhood
As memory may go
One household vessel greets me
That wasn't made for show
Beneath the bed twas anchored
Where only few could see
But served the entire family
With equal privacy
Some called the critter Peggy
And some the thundermug
And others called it badger
A few called it jug
To bring it in at evening
Was bad enough no doubt
But heaven help the person
Who had to take it out
Our big one was enormous
And would accomodate
A watermelon party
Composed of six or eight
When nights were dark and rainy
It was a useful urn
On icy winter mornings
The cold rim seemed to burn
At times when things were rushing
And business extra good
Each took his turn a waiting
Or did the best he could
Sometimes when in a hurry
To our disgust and shame
We fumbled in the darkness
And slightly missed our aim
The special one for company
Was decorated well
But just the same it rendered
That old familiar smell
Today this modernism
Relieves me a lot
And only in my vision
I see that homely pot.
(author unknown)

Poem about ancestors

Though steep is the path I follow today,
The footprints of time will show me the way.
For many have traveled a smiliar road,
And carried an equal of heavier load.

No troubles I face are new to this earth,
That man has not faced from time of his birth.
The route has been charted and roads have been paved
By legions before me who were stalwart and brave.

Their steps never faltered nor courage grew dim,
For they trusted the Lord and let Him led them.
If my faith and my trust remain steadfast and true,
God will guide and protect me in all that I do.
- Dolores Karides

The Elusive Ancestor

I went searching for an ancestor.
I cannot find him still.
He moved around from place to place
and did not leave a will.
He married where a courthouse burned.
He mended all his fences.
He avoided any man who came to
take the US census

He always kept his luggage packed,
This man who had no fame,
and every 20 years or so,
This rascal changed his name.
No one else inthis world is
searching for this elusive man,
so I play "Gene-solitaire"
To find him, if I can!

I'm told he's buried in a plot,
with tombstone he was blessed;
but the weather took engravings,
and some vandals took the rest.
He died before the county clerks
were appointed to keep records
No family Bible has emerged -
In spite of all my efforts.

To top it off, this elusive ancestor
who has caused me many groans -
left me even one more challenge:
He brothed a lady,
by the name of "Jones"!
(Got this from a publication
put out by the DUP organization
that names the author: Merrell Kenworthy)

Poem: Heaven's Door

If I should go before you,

If life on earth were through;

I'll stop just inside Heaven's door,

and there I'll wait for you.

You've but to look 'cross star filled skies,

Past the moon and then beyond;

To know my leaving could never break,

This heart's undying bond.

And if you should go before me,

If your journey on earth were through;

You know I will be close behind,

I'll never be far from you.

Across the span of time and space,

This love will reach this far;

For you'll always carry a bit of my heart,

No matter where you are.

Allison Chambers Coxsey©1995 ~ All Rights Reserved

Which Shall It Be? by Adelaide Proctor

Which shall it be?

"Which shall it be? Which shall it be?
I looked at John and John looked at me,
And when I found that I must speak,
My voice seemed strangely low and weak:
˜Tell me again what Robert said,"
And then I, listening, bent my head.
This is his letter:˜I will give
A house and land while you shall live,
If, in return, from out your seven,
One child to me for aye is given."

I looked at John's old garments worn;
I thought of all that he had borne
Of poverty, and work, and care,
Which I, though willing, could not share;
I thought of seven young mouths to feed,
Of seven little children's need,
And then of this.

˜Come, John,said I,
We'll choose among them as they lie
Asleep. So, walking hand in hand,
Dear John and I surveyed our band:
First to the cradle lightly stepped,
Where Lilian, the baby, slept.
Softly the father stooped to lay
His rough hand down in a loving way,
When dream or whisper made her stir,
And huskily he said: ˜Not her!"

We stooped beside the trundle bed,
And one long ray of twilight shed
Athwart the boyish faces there,
In sleep so beautiful and fair;
I saw on James rough, red cheek
A tear undried. E'er John could speak,
He's but a baby, too," said I,
And kissed him as we hurried by.

Pale, patient, Robbie's angel face
Still in his sleep bore suffering's trace.
˜No, for a thousand crowns, not him!"
He whispered, while our eyes were dim.
Poor Dick! bad Dick! our wayward son”
Turbulent, restless, idle one”
Could he be spared?
Nay, He who gave
Bade us befriend him to the grave;
Only a mother's heart could be
Patient enough for such as he;
˜And so," said John, ˜I would not dare
To take him from her bedside prayer."

Then stole we softly up above,
And knelt by Mary, child of love;
˜Perhaps for her ˜twould better be,"
I said to John. Quite silently
He lifted up a curl that lay
Across her cheek in a wilful way,
And shook his head: ˜Nay, love, not thee,
The while my heart beat audibly.

Only one more, our eldest lad,
Trusty and truthful, good and glad,
So like his father. ˜No, John, no!
I cannot, will not, let him go."

And so we wrote, in courteous way,
We could not give one child away;
And afterward toil lighter seemed,
Thinking of that of which we dreamed,
Happy in truth that not one face
Was missed from its accustomed place;
Thankful to work for all the seven,
Trusting the rest to One in heaven."

Friday, October 28, 2011

William Welcome 1786-1845 Charlotte Davis 1790-1850

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