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Monday, February 16, 2015

David Turney 1765-1829 Parthenia Johnson

David Turney headstone

David Turney
Parents: Thomas Turney and Martha Lyon
Birth 19 January 1765 Fairfield, Fairfield, Connecticut
Married: 1) Parthenia Johnson 10 January 1787 Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
2) Clarissa Johnson Gilbert 1816 Connecticut
No children
Died 25 Jul 1829 Fairfield, Connecticut
Buried: Union Cemetery, Easton, Fairfield, Connecticut
Sources
1790 US Census Connecticut
1800 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1810 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1820 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
Connecticut Town Birth Records
Connecticut Death Records
Ancestry.com
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=139586405

Marriage record

Parthenia Johnson Turney

Parthenia Johnson
Parents James Johnson and Abiah Bennett
Born 12 Feb 1768 in Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
Died 30 Sep 1815 in Easton, Fairfield, Connecticut
Buried Union Cemetery, Easton, Fairfield, Connecticut
Sources
1800 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1810 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=139586183

CHILDREN

Thomas J Turney

Thomas J. Turney
Born 23 August 1787 Connecticut
Died 1 November 1805 Easton, Fairfield, Connecticut (age 18)
Buried Union Cemetery, Easton, Fairfield, Connecticut
Sources
1800 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=143576056

James Milton Turney headstone

James Milton Turney
Born 11 November 1788 Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut, United States
Occupation: Farmer (1850)
Married Sarah (Sally) Martin 24 December 1812 Ashtabula, Ashtabula, Ohio
Children: Amanda, Martin, Alexander, Albert, Uriah, Milton, Emily
Died 26 Feb 1858 in Madison, Lake, Ohio, United States
Buried South Madison Cemetery, South Madison, Lake, Ohio
Sources
Connecticut Town Birth Records
1800 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1810 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1850 US Census Madison, Lake, Ohio (age 62)
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=39229701
Ancestry.com
Obituary: Telegraph Date: March 13,1858 No.11 Vol.36

Deacon Albert Turney headstone

(Deacon) Albert Turney
Born 27 November 1790 in Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut, United States
Married 1) Hannah (who died in 1839)
Children: Albert, Elizabeth, Thomas
2) Huldah Botsford 15 Sep 1841 Newton, Fairfield, Connecticut
3) Mrs. Lucretia (nee- Gilbert) Walker 16 June 1850 Monroe, Easton, Connecticut (she died in 1868)
Died 14 Apr 1871 in Easton, Fairfield, Connecticut, United States
Buried Union Cemetery, Easton, Fairfield, Connecticut
Sources
Connecticut Town Birth Records
Connecticut Death and Burials
IRS Tax Assessment lists 1862-1866 Connecticut
1800 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1810 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1830 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1840 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=143578206

Abbey Turney Seeley headstone

Abiah (Abbey) Turney
Born 23 Oct 1792 in Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut, United States
Married Uriah (Uri) Seeley 12 July 1812 Fairfield, Fairfield, Connecticut
Children: Unnamed Infant, Lamar, John, Abbey, Caroline, Boudinot, Lavina, Horatio
Died 13 Sep 1863 in Painesville, Lake, Ohio, United States
Buried Evergreen Cemetery, Painsville, Lake, Ohio
Sources
1800 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1810 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=47597887
David Turney
Born 02 Nov 1794 in Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut, USA
Married Euphemia Wright 9 July 1818 Brown County, Ohio
Children: 2 unnamed girls (not twins) that died as infants, Elizabeth, Albert, George, unnamed boy
Died 30 November 1880 Union, Brown, Ohio
Buried
Sources
1800 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1810 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1840 US Census Lewis, Brown, Ohio (age 46)
1850 US Census Union, Brown, Ohio ( age 56)
1860 US Census Union, Brown, Ohio (age 64)
1870 US Census Union, Brown, Ohio (age 75)
1880 US Census Union, Brown, Ohio (age 87, widower)

Alson and Sarah's headstone

Alson Turney
Born 10 May 1796 in Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut, USA
Married Sarah Wright about 1841
Children: Robert, Alfred, Bondenut, Parthena, Sarah, Alice
Died 1875 Brown County, Ohio
Buried Maplewood Cemetery, Ripley, Brown, Ohio
Sources
1800 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1810 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1820 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=10523545

Roswell Turney headstone

Russell Roswell Turney
Born 21 September 1798 Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
Married Emily
Children James, Sarah
Died 10 June 1886
Buried Newtown Village Cemetery, Newtown, Fairfield, Connecticut
Sources
Connecticut Church Record Abstracts Volume 80
Note: Roswell and Emily were admitted to the church by letters from Easton in March 1856
Roswell became a Deacon st the church 30 October 1857
1800 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1810 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1820 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1830 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1840 US Census Fairfield, Fairfield, Connecticut
Note: 5 people listed in 1840 Census - himself, his wife, a son and two daughters
IRS Tax Assessment Lists 1865 Connecticut
Non-Population Schedule for 1879 showing his net worth, farm land, etc.
1880 schedule in Newton, Fairfield, Connecticut, for Defective, Dependent, and Delinquent classes
Note: he is deaf due to old age
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=45350101

Zalman Turney headstone

Zalman Turney
Born 20 Apr 1800 in Easton, Fairfield, Connecticut
Married 1) Mary (who died in 1835)
2) Abigail Wakeman 6 November 1836 Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
Children: Mary, James
Died 31 Dec 1880 in Easton, Fairfield, Connecticut
Buried Union Cemetery, Easton, Fairfield, Connecticut
Sources
1800 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1810 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1820 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1880 US Census Easton, Fairfield, Connecticut (age 80)
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=140858071
Martha Turney
Born 1802 Easton, Fairfield, Connecticut
Married ?
Children ?
Died
Buried
Sources
1810 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut (age 8)
Ancestry.com
Willis Turney
Born 31 May 1804 Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
Not Married
No Children
Died 30 July 1804 in Monroe, Fairfield, Connecticut
Buried Union Cemetery, Easton, Fairfield, Connecticut
Sources
Memorial: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=143576170
Hale Cemetery Inscriptions and newspaper notices
Ancestry.com
Emeline Turney
Born 4 Aug 1806 in Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
Married Timothy Johnson Norris 19 March 1832 Painsville, Lake, Ohio
They settled in Canton, Fulton, Illinois. Timothy died in 1852 in Illinois.
Children: Henry, Chauncey, Anna, Sarah, Albert, Mary, Benjamin
Died 1 Feb 1881 Dakota, Dakota, Nebraska
Buried ?
Sources
1810 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1820 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1850 US Census Canton, Fulton, Illinois (age 44, Timothy is still alive)
1860 US Census Canton, Fulton, Illinois (age 53)
1880 US Census Decatur, Burt, Nebraska (age 74, living with daughter, Sarah)
Ancestry.com
Book: Lineage and biographies of the Norris Family in America from 1640 to 1892... page 115
Book: Johnson and Pawnee Counties Nebraska, Biographical Dictionary page 516
Note: There is a great deal of information for her son, Chauncey Norris, in this book
Caroline Turney
Born 1807 Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
Died ?
Buried ?
Sources
1810 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut (age 3)

Sally Maria Turney headstone

Sally Maria Turney
Born 2 May 1810 in Fairfield, Fairfield, Connecticut, United States
Never married
No children
Died 25 Nov 1834 in Connecticut, United States
Buried Union Cemetery, Easton, Fairfield, Connecticut
Sources
1810 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
1820 US Census Weston, Fairfield, Connecticut
Hale Cemetery Inscriptions and newspaper notices

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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."