Upper Level: Thomas Taylor 1705 Mary Cox 1711-1779

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Thomas Taylor 1705 Mary Cox 1711-1779

His signature on the bottom of the marriage license between him and Mary Cox

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7th great grandfather

Thomas Taylor
Parents George Taylor and Elizabeth Foster
Christened 9 May 1705 Lullington, Derby, England

Thomas's christening record. The image was the courtesy of the Derbyshire council.
Transcription: Thomas filius (son of) Geo (George) and Eliz. Taylor Bap. May 9

Note: there was a note in Family Search that the Lullington parish records were incorrectly extracted as Melbourne's, which came into play more with his children's records.

Occupation: "Yooman" on marriage license to Mary Cox (this means he was a Farmer)

Married 1) Mary Henworth 30 March 1725 Ashby de la Zouch, Leicestershire, England
Children: Mary (there are also an Elizabeth and Ann listed on Family Search)

Thomas and Mary Henworth. I debated whether or not to include this marriage, but know he was a widower when he married Mary Cox, who is the mother of most of his children. The place it claims he is from should read Snarestone, which is about 7 and a half miles from Lullington, so it is definitely within the realms of probability. He has ten years or less with his first wife before he marries for a second time.

2) Mary Cox 28 Nov 1735 Lichford, Stafford, England

Note attached to the front of the official paper recording Thomas and Mary Cox's marriage.

Transcription: Lichfield, 28th November 1735
Which day appeared personally Thomas Taylor of the parish of Lullington in the county
of Derby, Widower, and prayed a license to be granted to him for the solemnization of a marriage with Mary Cox of Staunton in the parish of Clifton Campville, in the county of Stafford,, spinster, age 24 years, in the parish Clifton Campville aforesaid.
The said Thomas Taylor was duly sworn and the license was ... by us.
Signed R Rider

Official "One Penny Page" recording their Marriage License and
securing a hundred pounds for the privilege and giving permission to marry.

Official Parish church record of their marriage in Lichfield

Died there are too many years (1760, 1761, 1763... with a will supposedly proven in 1763)
Buried
Sources
England Births and Baptisms Batch C02517-5 Film 1752216 item 5

Marriage to Mary Cox: Staffordshire Church Records

Marriage to Mary Henworth: Parish records, Ashby de la Zouch, Leicester, England

-M-
7th great grandmother

Mary Cox
Parents John Cox and Catherine Mousely
Christened 4 Apr 1711 Clifton Campville, Stafford, England
Buried 14 Mar 1779 Lullington, Derby, England
Sources
Family Search

ancestry.com

CHILDREN (with Mary Henworth)

Mary Taylor
Christened 1 Oct 1731 Melbourne, Derby, England
Married
Children
Died
Buried
Sources
England Births and Baptisms Batch C02517-5 Film 1752216 item 5

CHILDREN with Mary Cox

(there was a note in Family Search that the Lullington parish records were incorrectly extracted as Melbourne's, so assume that the children were christened in Lullington)

Thomas Taylor
Christened 20 Dec 1736 Melbourne, Derby, England
Died 1737
Buried 31 Jan 1737 Lullington, Derby, England
Sources
England Births and Baptisms Batch C02517-5 Film 1752216 item 5
England Death and Burials
Elizabeth Taylor
Born 1739 (earlier than August, not sure if this one is theirs)
Christened 20 Aug 1739 Melbourne, Derby, England
Married
Children
Died
Buried
Sources
Christening: England Births and Baptisms Batch C02517-5 Film 1752216

*John Taylor
Christened 21 Mar 1740 Melbourne, Derby, England
Married Anne Collier 27 Jun 1763 Lullington, Derby, England
Children: John, George, Anne, Thomas, Katherine
Died 2 Sep 1803 Lullington, Derby, England
Buried
Sources
England Births and Baptisms Batch C02517-5 Film 1752216 item 5
Catherine Taylor
Christened 18 Oct 1742 Melbourne, Derby, England
Married Possibly John Hibbs, but things aren't matching up as well as needed
Children
Died
Buried
Sources
England Births and Baptisms Batch C02517-5 Film 1752216 item 5
Ann Taylor
Christened 19 Oct 1744 Lullington, Derby, England
Married William Heap (widower) 15 February 1763 Lullington, Derby, England
Note: He was previously married to an Ann that died 24 June 1762.
Children: William, Ann, Sarah
Died Dec 1769
Buried 7 Dec 1769 Lullington, Derby, England
Sources
England Births and Christenings
Marriage: England, Derbyshire, Marriage Register
Family Search
ancestry.com
George Taylor
Christened 22 Jan 1749 Lullington, Derby, England
Married
Died
Buried
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
Sarah Taylor
Christened 19 April 1751 Lullington, Derby, England
Married John Thorley 16 Feb 1772 Astbury, Cheshire, England
Children: Joseph, Thomas, Sarah
Died 1785
Buried 19 December 1785 Prestbury, Cheshire, England
Sources
Marriage: England Cheshire Bishop Transcripts
Burial: England Cheshire Parish Registers
Family Search
ancestry.com

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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."

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Thomas Taylor 1705 Mary Cox 1711-1779

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