Upper Level: William Henry Smith 1838-1912 Emma Severance 1851-1929

Sunday, September 30, 2012

William Henry Smith 1838-1912 Emma Severance 1851-1929

William Henry Smith
Born 2 Jun 1838 Mentor, Lake, Ohio
Parents Horatio Smith and Adelia Claugh
Married Emma Severance 12 Mar 1867 Porter, Cass, Michigan
Died 27 Sep 1912 McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Buried: Riverview Cemetery, McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Sources
Family Group Record prepared by Cleta Marianne Fisher 2004
Marriage: Michigan Marriages Batch M51830-3 Film 1021045
1880 US Census for Driftwood, Red Willow, Nebraska (age 42)
1900 US Census for Red Willow, Nebraska page 6B (age 62)
1910 US Census for Willow Grove, Red Willow, Nebraska p 8 (age 71)
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=15663406

Emma Severance
Born 12 Feb 1851 Prairie Du Chien, Crawford, Wisconsin
Parents Benjamin Franklin Severance and Betsy Britton
Died 18 May 1929 McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Buried Riverside Cemetery, McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Sources
Family Group Record prepared by Cleta Marianne Fisher 2004
1880 US Census for Driftwood, Red Willow, Nebraska (age 29)
1900 US Census for Red Willow, Nebraska page 6B (age 49)
1910 US Census for Willow Grove, Red Willow, Nebraska p 8 (age 59)
1920 US Census for Red Willow, Nebraska (Widowed, age 68)
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=15663400

CHILDREN

Cora A Smith
Born 29 Apr 1868 Porter, Cass, Michigan
Married Charles H Angell 27 Mar 1889 McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Children: Vere, Hazel, Iva Pearl, Lorie, Mary, Joy, Lyle, Florence
Died 23 Apr 1936 Denver, Denver, Colorado
Buried Riverview Cemetery, McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska Plot 28/11/7
Sources
1880 US Census for Driftwood, Red Willow, Nebraska (age 12)
1900 US Census for Driftwood, Red Willow, Nebraska (age 32)
1910 US Census for Danbury, Red Willow, Nebraska (age 41)
1920 US Census for Red Willow, Nebraska (age 51)
1930 US Census for McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska (age 61)
Family Group Record prepared by Cleta Marianne Fisher 2004
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=16066149

Minnie Elizabeth Smith
Born 4 Apr 1871 Constantine, St Joseph, Michigan
Married William Wallace Miller 20 Sep 1894 McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Children: Ethel, Kenneth
Note: she took in her sister Bessie's two children - Verlynn and Ira after their mother died.
Died 5 Feb 1958 Trenton, Hitchcock, Nebraska

Buried Trenton Cemetery, Trenton, Hitchcock, Nebraska
Sources
1880 US Census for Driftwood, Red Willow, Nebraska (age 9)
1910 US Census for Ridnour, Hitchcock, Nebraska page 1 (age 39)
1920 US Census for Hitchock, Nebraska (age 48)
Note: Her nephew and niece Verlynn (Vernon) Markwad and Iris are living
with her because their mother (Bessie) died
1930 US Census for Ridnour, Hitchcock, Nebraska (age 58)
Note: her niece Iris is still with her
Family Group Record prepared by Cleta Marianne Fisher 2004
Marriage: Nebraska Marriages 1855-1995 Batch M00325-5 Film 1994204
Reference #Vol 3 Item 3 Pg139 cn139
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=14124866

Vida May Smith
Born 7 May 1878 Alta, Buena Vista, Iowa
Married Roy Fleming Lafferty 1 Jan 1908 McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Children: Vernon
Died 14 May 1931 Danbury, Red Willow, Nebraska
Buried Danbury Cemetery, Red Willow, Nebraska
Sources
1880 US Census for Driftwood, Red Willow, Nebraska (age 5)
1910 US Census for Valley Grange, Red Willow, Nebraska (age 28)
1920 US Census for Kit Carson, Colorado (age 38)
Family Group Record prepared by Cleta Marianne Fisher 2004
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=36148951

Iva Irene Smith
Born 14 Mar 1882 McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Married Earnest Fred Markwad 8 Mar 1904 McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Children: Cleo, Darwin, Jessie (one son died as an infant)
Died 1952 McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Buried: Memorial Park Cemetery, McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Sources
Family Group Record prepared by Cleta Marianne Fisher 2004
1900 US Census for Red Willow, Nebraska page 6B (age 18)
1910 US Census for Willow Grove, Red Willow, Nebraska page 4 (age 27)
Note: her name is showing as Ina
1920 US Census for Red Willow, Nebraska page 1 (age 38)
1930 US Census for Valley Grange, Red Willow, Nebraska (age 48)
1940 US Census for Valley Grange, Red Willow, Nebraska page 2A (age 58)
Note: her name is showing as Ina

Iva's memorial: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=127021017

Clare E Smith (male)
Born 22 Apr 1884 Red Willow, Nebraska
Died 18 Oct 1888 Red Willow, Nebraska
Buried: Riverview Cemetery, McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Sources
Family Group Record prepared by Cleta Marianne Fisher 2004
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=15663397

Bessie Ray Smith
Born 29 Sep 1888 Red Willow, Nebraska
Married Charles Lewis Markwad 20 Mar 1907 McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Children: Verlynn (Vernon), Iris
Note: The children went to live with her sister, Minnie, after Bessie died.
Died 30 Nov 1918 McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Buried Riverview Cemetery, McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Sources
1900 US Census for Red Willow, Nebraska page 6B (age 12)
1910 US Census for Lincoln, Atchison, Missouri (age 21)

Family Group Record prepared by Cleta Marianne Fisher 2004
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=15660173

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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, September 30, 2012

William Henry Smith 1838-1912 Emma Severance 1851-1929

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