Upper Level: James Henry Munn and Birgette (Bridget) Chalk

Monday, November 24, 2014

James Henry Munn and Birgette (Bridget) Chalk

James' signature

James Henry Munn
Parents: Eli Munn and Sarah Ann Weston
Born 12 March 1853 Birmingham, Warwick, England
Christened 30 May 1853 Birmingham, Warwick, England
Note: christened Henry James Munn

James christened as Henry James Munn

Occupation: Baker's Assistant (1881) Baker (1901)
Married: Bridget Chalk 26 Jul 1874 All Saints

Her Majesty's Prison in Portland, Dorset, England where James served time

Church, Liverpool, Lancashire, England
In 1872 was on the ship Bayard as a Bosun (officer in charge of the equipment and crew) - the Captain refused to give his opinion about James seamanship - the only man he refused to 'rate' on that page.
Died Mar 1922 Liverpool, Lancashire, England (age 68)
Sources
Picture of Her Majesty's Prison: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HM_Prison_Portland
1861 UK Census for 26 UpBean Street, Everton, West Derby, Liverpool, Lancashire, England (age 8)
England Marriages 1538-1973 Batch M01671-3 Film 1655766 ref# 182
Note: From 11 Jul 1876 to 5 Jul 1877 James (who was going by Henry) was serving time for larceny - sentenced to 6 months - was acquitted of larceny in July 1877.

Acquitted

Note: 4 Feb 1879 he was tried and found guilty of wounding with intent to do bodily harm and with intent to resist and prevent his lawful apprehension. He was sentenced to 7 years

Found guilty

1881 UK Census Portland, Dorset, England page 6 (Convict, goes by name Henry, age 27)
1901 UK Census West Derby, Lancashire, England (age 48)
Note: He is a prisoner in Walton Jail, daughter Sarah (Holland) is also a prisoner)
AND 1901 UK Census for 311 Beau Street, West Derby, Lancashire, England (age 48 - listed as head of household, which couldn't be true unless he was released the same day the Census was taken and got home before the Census taker came by....)
1911 UK Census West Derby, Lancashire, England (age 58)
Note: Claims 11 children born, 8 still living in 1911 - 3 have died
Death: England & Wales BMD Vol 8b page 107

Marriage record for James Munn and Bridget Chalk

Birgette (Bridget) Chalk
Parents Thomas Chalk and Mary
Born 1855 County Mayo, Ireland
Occupation: Fruit Dealer (1891) Vegetable Hawker (1911)
Died 4 May 1927 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Sources
1871 UK Census Everton, Lancashire, England (age 16)

1891 UK Census Bridget is 40 and she and daughter Ann are living with the Murphy family next door to her mother, Mary, and some of her other children are staying with their grandmother Mary.

1891 UK Census Liverpool, Lancashire, England (age 40)
1901 UK Census West Derby, Lancashire, England (age 46)
1911 UK Census Liverpool, England (age 54)
Ancestry.com

CHILDREN

Sarah Frances Munn
Born 31 December 1874 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Christened 9 February 1875 St. Peter, Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Note: the church was eventually transformed into a restaurant/bar

Sarah's christening

Occupation: Fruit Hawker (1901) Vegetable Hawker (1911)
Married 1) John Holland April 1897 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Children: Bridget (1897), James (1899), Mary Ann (1901), John, George, Edward
Note: The children were not listed as being with her in the 1911 Census except for Edward. George's name was listed but crossed off and Edward's name replaced it.
2) John Whelan 11 April 1914 Saint Mary of the Angels, Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Children: Patrick
Died December 1928 West Derby, Lancashire, England
Sources
England Birth and Christenings
England and Wales Marriage Registration Index
Marriage to John Holland: Liverpool, England, Catholic Marriages
1891 UK Census Liverpool, Lancashire, England
1901 UK Census Walton on the Hill, Lancashire, England (as a prisoner - see photo above)

Sarah in her Majesties Prison

1911 UK Census (age 37, she and her son Edward are living with her parents)
England Wales Death Index

Maria (Mary) Munn
Born November 1876 Liverpool, Lancashire, England

Mary's christening

Christened 10 December 1877 All Souls Roman Catholic Church, Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Note: Mary = Maria, Henry = Henrici, etc. Godmother is Mary Chalk - possibly Bridget's mother.
Married William Kinsella 5 February 1899 All Souls Roman Catholic Church, Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Note: Latin terms are used so Gulielmus = William, Mary = Mariam, John = Joannis, and Jacobi Henrici = James Henry

Marriage record for Mary and William

Children: William, Mary, John, Stephen, Francis, William, Bridget, William
Died
Buried
Sources
Birth and Christening: Liverpool, England Catholic Baptisms
1891 UK Census Liverpool, Lancashire, England (age 16, living Mary Chalk - likely their aunt)
1911 UK Census Liverpool, Lancashire, England (age 33)
Ancestry.com for the Birth/Marriage images
Eli James Munn
Born July 1878 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Occupation: Sailor (1901)
Married ?
Died ?
Buried ?
Sources
England and Wales Free BMD Index
1901 UK Census West Derby, Lancashire, England (age 21)
Ellen Munn
Born 1880 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Married
Died
Buried
Sources
1891 UK Census Liverpool, Lancashire, England (age 11, living Mary Chalk - likely their grandmother)
Thomas Munn
Born 22 August 1885
Christened: 31 August 1885 St. Brigid's, Lancashire, England

Thomas christening record

Married
Died
Buried
Sources
Liverpool, England Catholic Baptisms
1891 UK Census Liverpool, Lancashire, England (age 6, living Mary Chalk - likely their grandmother)
Ann Munn
Born abt 1886 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Married John Wishart 3 December 1906 St Nicholas Church, Liverpool, Lancashire, England

Ann Munn and John Wishart marriage record

Children: John, Richard, Elizabeth, Thomas, Rose
Died 2 October 1955 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Sources
1891 UK Census Liverpool, Lancashire, England (age 2, see above census image)
Ancestry.com
Marian (Mary) Munn
Born 1887 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Occupation: Domestic Servant (1911)
Sources
1891 UK Census Liverpool, Lancashire, England (age 4)
1901 UK Census West Derby, Lancashire, England (age 7)
1911 UK Census (age 17)
Henry Munn
Christened: 29 March 1887 St. Joseph's, Lancashire, England

Christening record for Henry

Married
Died
Buried
Sources
Birth Registration
Christening record
Jacob Munn (twin to Joseph)
Christened 27 July 1890 St. Joseph's, Lancashire, England

Christening record for Jacob

Married
Died
Buried
Sources
Christening record
Joseph Henry Munn (twin to Jacob)
Christened: 27 July 1890 St. Joseph's, Lancashire, England

Christening record for Joseph

Married
Died
Buried
Sources
Christening record
Edward Munn
Born 25 April 1892 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Married Bridget Conroy 17 December 1917 Liverpool (West Derby), Lancashire, England

Christening and marriage record for Edward

Died
Buried
Sources
Liverpool, England Catholic Baptisms
1901 UK Census West Derby, Lancashire, England (age 9)
James Munn
Christened 5 Dec 1894 All Saints, Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Note Did not find any record of this child
Sources
Family Search
Michael Munn (twin to Harold)
Born and Christened 3 January 1896
Note: did not find this record
Married
Died
Buried
Sources
Family Search
Harold Munn (twin to Michael)
Born 3 January 1896 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Christened 4 February 1896 St. Anne, Liverpool, Lancashire, England

Birth and Christening record for Harold Munn

Married Margaret Agnes Hatch
Children: Phillip
Died 16 November 1966 Liverpool, England
Buried
Sources
1901 UK Census West Derby, Lancashire, England (age 5)
1911 UK Census Everton, Lancashire, England (age 15)

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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."

Monday, November 24, 2014

James Henry Munn and Birgette (Bridget) Chalk

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