Upper Level: Amanda Rosine Taylor and Charles Wells Chase

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Amanda Rosine Taylor and Charles Wells Chase

Charles Wells Chase

Charles Wells Chase
Parents Elisha Wells Chase and Jane Mcgaery
Born 17 May 1856 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Occupation (1880) Railroad Laborer (1923) Oregon Short Line RR, Flagman
Married Amanda Rosina Taylor 10 Nov 1878 Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Died 27 Oct 1923 Dee Hospital, Ogden, Weber, Utah
COD: cancer of small intestine metastized to other parts of body
Buried 30 Oct 1923 Ogden City Cemetery, Ogden, Weber, Utah
Sources
1860 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah page 100 (age 4)
Note: name given as Wells C Chase
1870 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 14)
Note: name given as Wells C Chase
1880 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah page 503D (age 24)
1900 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 34 - should be 44)
1910 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 54)

Amanda and Charles's headstone

1920 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 63)
Utah Death Certificate (son Adelbert was the informant)
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/37850397/charles-wells-chase

Charles and Amanda
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Amanda
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Amanda Rosine "Rose" Taylor
Parents John Taylor and Eleanor Burkett
Born 20 Feb 1858 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Died: 26 Jan 1943 Ogden, Weber, Utah

COD: Uremia and Chronic myocarditis (toxins in blood caused by kidneys, heart disease)

Informant on the death certificate: her son

Amanda's death certificate

Amanda's obituary

Buried: Ogden City Cemetery, Ogden, Weber, Utah

Sources
1860 US Census Weber, Utah Territory (age 2)

1870 US Census Madison, Montana Territory (age 13)

1880 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah Territory (age 22)

1900 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 42)
1910 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 52)
1920 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 61)
1930 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 72, widowed)
1940 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 82, widowed)
She was featured in an article entitled, "Montana Gold Rush Days recalled by subscriber," Ogden Standard-Examiner, 5 August 1934, Sunday issue

Utah Death Certificate

Obituary: Ogden Standard-Examiner, 28 Jan 1943, Thursday issue

Family Search

ancestry.com

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/37850370/amanda-rosine-chase

CHILDREN

Adelbert's headstone

Adelbert

Adelbert Leroy "Delbert" Chase
Born 25 Sep 1879 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Married Nancy Hattie Louise Gibson 26 Sep 1900 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Children: Isabel, Margaret, Donald, Richard
Died 20 Apr 1955 Ogden, Weber, Utah

COD: Carcinoid of small bowel which caused an obstruction that caused starvation

Informant: his wife, Hattie

Mentions Adelbert's garden

Buried 23 Apr 1955 Ogden City Cemetery, Ogden, Weber, Utah Plot R-18-27-1E
Sources
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/82878460/adelbert-leroy-chase

Adelbert's garden

Utah Marriages
1880 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah page 503D (age 0)
1900 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 21)
1920 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 40, mother-in-law living with them)
1930 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 49)
1940 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 60)
Letters to the Editor in Ogden Standard-Examiner

Utah Death Certificate

Hazel
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Hazel Eleanora Chase
Born 31 Oct 1883 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Married 1) James L Barkwell 10 May 1904 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Children: Charles
2) Vern Freeman Williams 21 Jun 1911 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Children: Eileen
3) Frank Thomas Boyer 16 Aug 1919 Ogden, Weber, Utah

No children
4) Lynn Lester Lutz 8 Nov 1924 Ogden, Weber, Utah

No children
Note: She was married under the name H Eleanora Williams

Died 5 Apr 1964 Ogden, Weber, Utah

Hazel's death certificate

Buried Ogden City Cemetery, Ogden, Weber, Utah

Hazel's headstone

Sources

1st marriage (James L Barkwell)

Hazel marriage to James Barkwell

2nd marriage (Vern Freeman Williams): Weber, Utah County Marriages

Hazel's marriage to Verne Freeman Williams

3rd Marriage (Frank Thomas Boyer): Utah County Marriages

Hazel's marriage to Frank Thomas Boyer

4th Marriage (Lynn Lester Lutz): Utah County Marriages

Hazel's marriage to Lynn Lester Lutz

1900 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 17)
1910 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 26, widowed, living with parents)
1920 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 36)
1930 US Census for Carlin Township, Elko, Nevada (age 46)
1940 US Census for Carlin Township, Elko, Nevada (age 56)

1950 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 66, with husband Lynn)

Utah Death Certificate

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/115664074/hazel-eleanor-lutz

Beulah's headstone

Beulah Chase
Born 22 Nov 1885 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Not Married
No Children
Died 17 Jan 1887 Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 1)
Buried Ogden City Cemetery, Ogden, Weber, Utah Plot E-5-40-4E
Sources
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/82880182/beulah-chase

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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, August 18, 2013

Amanda Rosine Taylor and Charles Wells Chase

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