Upper Level: December 2014

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

William Morgan 1824-1861 and Mary Payne 1825-1901

William Morgan
Parents William Morgan and Elizabeth Powell
Christening: 1 August 1824 Ellesmere, Shropshire, England
Occupation (s): Shoemaker (1846 - on marriage information)
Agricultural Laborer (1851 - 1861 - on census)
Wheelwright (listed as such in his son's 1862 marriage information)
Married Mary Payne 16 July 1846 Ellesmere, Shropshire, England
Burial 16 September 1861 Ellesmere, Shropshire, England
Sources
1851 UK Census Tetchill, Shropshire, England (age 26)
1861 UK Census Tetchill, Shropshire, England (age 36)
Christening: England Births and Baptisms
Marriage: Family History Library film number: 1657548 item 29 p 179
Note: in record her surname is spelled Paine
Burial: Parish Burial Records
Ancestry.com

Mary Payne
Parents Richard Payne and Caroline Cheshire
Christening 16 January 1825 West Felton, Shropshire, England
Occupation: Laundress (1881-1891)
Death 1901 Ellesmere, Shropshire, England
Sources
England Births and Christenings
1851 UK Census Tetchill, Shropshire, England (age 25)
1861 UK Census Tetchill, Shropshire, England (age 35, claims birth place is Rednall)
1871 UK Census Tetchill, Shropshire, England (age 45 - claims birth place was Rednal)
1881 UK Census Ellesmere, Shropshire, England (age 55, widow, sister Catherine with her)
1891 UK Census Ellesmere, Shropshire, England (age 64, widow, sister Catherine with her)
Death: England BMD Registration
Ancestry.com

CHILDREN (note: Ellesmere is a small market town near Oswestry in north Shropshire, England, notable for its proximity to a number of prominent lakes, the Meres. As I looked for Tetchill, I found the two names are used together as they are in very close proximity (Tetchill is actually on Ellesmere road). So, this becomes important - Ellesmere, Tetchill, and Oswestry are within a short distance of each other and when I looked for children, marriages, etc., I looked at all three places.

William Morgan
Christening 4 March 1847 Ellesmere, Shropshire, England
Married Martha Tomlinson 31 December 1862 Ellesmere, Shropshire, England
Children: ?
Death
Sources
1851 UK Census Tetchill, Shropshire, England (age 4)
England Births and Christenings
England Select Marriages item 30 page 203 (FHL Film # 1657548)
Henry Morgan
Christening 7 October 1849 Ellesmere, Shropshire, England
Occupation: Cooper (1881)
Married ?
Death
Sources
England Births and Christenings
1851 UK Census Tetchill, Shropshire, England (age 1)
1861 UK Census Tetchill, Shropshire, England (age 11)
1871 UK Census Liverpool, Lancashire, England (age 22, boarder)
1881 UK Census Liverpool, Lancashire, England (age 32, boarder)
1891 UK Census Ellesmere, Shropshire, England (age 59 - not so sure this is him)
Edwin Morgan
Birth 1855 Tetchill, Shropshire, England
Married ?
Death
Sources
1861 UK Census Tetchill, Shropshire, England (age 6)
1871 UK Census Crickett, Shropshire, England (age 16, servant in Wynn household)
1881 UK Census Ellesmere, Shropshire, England (age 26)
John Morgan
Christening 15 April 1858 Ellesmere, Shropshire, England
Occupation: Carter's Boy (1871)
Married ?
Death
Sources
England Births and Christenings
1861 UK Census Tetchill, Shropshire, England (age 3)
1871 UK Census Birch & Lythe, Shropshire, England (age 14, servant)
1881 UK Census Liverpool, Lancashire, England (age 23)
Richard Morgan
Christening 16 May 1861 Ellesmere, Shropshire, England
Occupation: General Laborer (1911)
Married Elizabeth Lee 31 December 1895 Ellesmere, Shropshire, England
Children: Mary, child, child, Henry (4 reported to be alive on 1911 census)
Death
Sources
England Births and Christenings
1881 UK Census Ellesmere, Shropshire, England (age 20)
1901 UK Census Ellesmere, Shropshire, England (age 39)
1911 UK Census Ellesmere, Salop, England (age 50)

William Kinsella and Mary Munn

Our Lady of Good Help where William was christened

William Kinsella
Parents: Nicholas Kinsella and Catherine Silk
Born 25 September 1876 in Wavertree, Lancashire, England
Christened 6 October 1876 Our Lady of Good Help, Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Note: the church was founded in 1871 and closed on Sunday 3rd April 2011
Occupation: Dock Carter (1911)
Married Mary Munn 5 February 1899 All Souls, Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Died December 1942 in Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Buried
Sources
1881 UK Census Wavertree, Lancashire, England (age 5)
1891 UK Census Wavertree, Lancashire, England (age 15)
1901 UK Census Everton, Lancashire, England (age 25)
1911 UK Census Liverpool, Lancashire, England (age 35)

St Joseph's in Liverpool where Mary was christened
Note: St Joseph's was founded in 1845. In January 1870 there was terrible disaster when 15 people were trampled to death because of a false fire alarm. In March 1876 the roof of the original building collapsed, and the church was subsequently rebuilt. So Mary would have been baptized in this newer building. It was demolished in 1979.

Mary Munn
Parents: James Henry Munn and Bridget Chalk
Born November 1876
Christened 10 December 1877 St. Joseph's, Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Died
Buried
Sources
1901 UK Census Everton, Lancashire, England (age 25)
1911 UK Census Liverpool, Lancashire, England (age 33)
Picture and story about St Joseph's:  http://www.old-merseytimes.co.uk/stjosephs.html

CHILDREN Note: 1911 Census claims 7 children born to Mary and William but at the time of the census, only four are still alive (Mary, Stephen, Francis, Bridget). We know from records that John & Margaret died young.  I only have 6 children born before 1911, not seven.

We are missing a child. I did investigate a William born in 1899, but the christening documentation claimed his mother was Helen Munn, not Mary.

Maybe Mary had a baby in November or December 1899 that did not live. There are enough gaps we could fit a few more babies in here. Anyone know the truth? Please share.

Mary Ellen Kinsella
Born 25 October 1901 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Christening: 5 November 1901 St Joseph's, Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Note: Baptized under name Maria Helena Kinsella (they used latin terminology) with father listed as Gulielmi (William) and mother listed as Maria
Married Edward Kennedy on March 1918 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Children: John (the rest are still living)
Died September 1943
Sources
1911 UK Census Liverpool, Lancashire, England (age 10)
Ancestry.com
Birth and Christening: Liverpool England Catholic Baptisms
Marriage: England and Wales Marriage Index
John Edward Kinsella
Born 26 June 1903 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Not Married
No Children
Died 1904 West Derby, Lancashire, England
Burial: 24 September 1904 Ford Cemetery, Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Sources
Ancestry.com

Our Lady of Reconciliation de la Salette where Margaret was christened

Margaret Kinsella
Born 8 January 1905 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Christened: 23 January 1905 Our Lady of Reconciliation de La Salette, Lancashire, England
Not Married
No Children
Died 1906 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Buried
Sources
Picture: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church_of_Our_Lady_of_Reconciliation,_Liverpool
Liverpool England Catholic Baptisms
England and Wales Death Registration

St Anthony's church where Stephen was christened

Stephen Kinsella
Born 18 Oct 1906 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Christening: 27 October 1906 St Anthony, Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Married? Did not find a very reasonable marriage date
Children ? did not find any
Died December 1981 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Buried
Sources
Birth and Christening: Liverpool, England Catholic Baptisms
1911 UK Census Liverpool, Lancashire, England (age 4)
Ancestry.com
Birth and Death: England and Wales Death registration
Francis Kinsella
Born about 1909 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
The only source I had that he existed was the 1911 Census
Sources
Ancestry.com
1911 UK Census Liverpool, Lancashire, England (age 2)
Bridget Kinsella
Born September 1910 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Not Married
No Children
Death 1911 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Buried 26 September 1911 Ford Cemetery, Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Sources
1911 UK Census Liverpool, Lancashire, England (age 8 months)
Birth: England and Wales Birth Registration
Death: England and Wales Death Registration
William Kinsella
Born 1912 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Not Married
No Children
Died 1913 West Derby, Lancashire, England
Buried
Sources
England and Wales Death Registration Index

Not sure the following child belongs to them, as Mary would be 42 at the time. His mother's maiden name was listed as Munn and William T had passed away five years ago. So this is a possibility.

William T Kinsella
Born 1918 Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Sources
England and Wales Birth Registration

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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."