Upper Level: Amos East 1854-1923 Sarah Bass 1849-1920

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Amos East 1854-1923 Sarah Bass 1849-1920

Amos East
Parents: George East and Rhoda Stanford
Born: 2 Aug 1854 Union Work House, Bassingbourn, Cambridge, England
Note: Census of 1861 claims his birthplace as Royston, Cambridge, England
Occupation: Agricultural Laborer (1901) Farm Laborer (1923 - at time of death)
Married: Sarah Bass 2 May 1874 in Melbourn, Cambridge, England
Death: 11 November 1923 Cambridge, England
COD: Intestinal Cancer
Life Notes: According to the Melbourne Petty News, Amos and his brother-in-law, both farmers, were assaulted by two men and charged with assault by those two men. On another occasion, Amos and George East were charged with assault - George was convicted and fined, Amos' charges were discharged.
Sources
Melbourne Petty Sessions
Arrington Petty Sessions
Birth Certificate
Death Certificate
1861 UK Census (age 6, lodger)
1871 UK Census for Melbourn, Hertford, England (age 16)
1881 UK Census for Dolphin Lane, Melbourn, Cambridge, England page 13 (age 26)
1891 UK Census for Melbourn, Cambridge, England (age 37)
1901 UK Census for Ashwell, Hertfordshire, England (age 46)
1911 UK Census for Cambridge, Cambridge, England (age 56)
Marriage: IGI film 1040541 batch M138262 dated 1852-1877.
Note: The record lists the husbands age as 19y and his father's name as George

Sarah Bass
Parents Simeon Bass and Emma Hinkins
Christened 25 February 1849 Melbourne, Cambridgeshire, England
Died 1920 Chesterton, Cambridge, England
Sources
England Birth and Christenings
1851 UK Census (age 2)
1861 UK Census Melbourn, Hertford, England (age 12)
1871 UK Census Melbourn, Melbourn, Hertford, England (age 22)
1881 UK Census for Dolphin Lane, Melbourn, Cambridge, England page 13 (age 32 )
1891 UK Census for Melbourn, Cambridge, England (age 41)
1901 UK Census for Ashwell, Hertfordshire, England (age 50)
1911 UK Census for Cambridge, Cambridge, England (age 61)
England and Wales Death Registration Index

CHILDREN

Frederick B East
Born 1874 Melbourn, Cambridge, England
Occupation: Carman (1911)
No Marriage found
No Children known
Died 13 June 1935 Barnwell Junction, Cambridge, England
Note: left a bit more than 98 pounds to Maude Grace Beatrice Dewitt
Link to history of Barnwell: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barnwell,_Cambridgeshire
Buried
Sources
1881 UK Census for Dolphin Lane, Melbourn, Cambridge, England page 13 (age 7)
1911 UK Census Cambridge, Cambridge, England (age 35, single, with brother Amos' family)
National Probate Calendar for UK
Ancestry.com
Alice Jane East
Born July 1875 Melbourn, Cambridge, England
Occupation: College Servant (1911)
Married Frederick C Unwin about 1895 England
Children: Grace, Frederick
Died May 1957 St Andrews Hospital
Buried 20 May 1957 Tower Hamlets Cemetery Park,, London, England
Note: a historic cemetery located in Mile End and Bow in the East End of London. The cemetery opened in 1841 and closed for burials in 1966.
Sources
1881 UK Census for Dolphin Lane, Melbourn, Cambridge, England page 13 (age 5)
1891 UK Census Melbourn, Hertfordshire, England (age 17, employee)
1901 UK Census Cambridge, England (age 25, her brother's Amos and Frank are with them)
Note:In this census she has a middle initial - J )
1911 UK Census 119 New Street, Cambridge, England (age 36)
Note: her middle name is given as Jane
Ancestry.com
England and Wales Death Index
Register of Burials for City of London and Tower Hamlets Cemetery
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=179534904
Sarah East
Born 1876 Melbourn, Cambridge, England
Married Osbond Tuffen 1906 Royston, Hertfordshire, England
Children: Gwendolyn, Agnes, Winifred, Adeline, Osbond
Died 1960 Cambridge, England
Buried
Sources
1881 UK Census for Dolphin Lane, Melbourn, Cambridge, England page 13 (age 4)
1901 UK Census Cambridgeshire, England (Servant in Thurlborn household, age 24)
1911 UK Census Chesterton, Cambridgeshire, England (age 35)
UK Birth Registration Index
UK Death Registration Index
Annie East
Born September 1878 Melbourn, Cambridge, England
Married Frederick John Maling 1901 England
Children: Violet, Rhoda, Frederick, Nellie, Walter
Died 1966 Cambridgeshire, England
Buried
Sources
1881 UK Census for Dolphin Lane, Melbourn, Cambridge, England page 13 (age 2)
1891 UK Census for Melbourn, Cambridge, England (age 10)
1911 UK Census Shepreth, Hertfordshire, England (age 32)
Joseph East
Born September 1879 Melbourn, Cambridge, England
Never Married
No Children
Died 1885 Cambridge, England
Buried
Sources
1881 UK Census for Dolphin Lane, Melbourn, Cambridge, England page 13 (age 1)
Amos East
Born 10 March 1881 Melbourn, Cambridge, England
Occupation: General Laborer (1901) Carman (1911)
Married Elizabeth Carter 1904 Cambridge, Cambridge, England
Children: Charles, Frederick
Died 1955 England
Buried
Sources
1881 UK Census for Dolphin Lane, Melbourn, Cambridge, England page 13 (age 0)
1891 UK Census for Melbourn, Cambridge, England (age 10)
1901 UK Census Cambridge, Cambridge, England (age 20, with sister Alice and brother in law)
1911 UK Census Cambridge, Cambridge, England (age 30)
Frank East
Born July 1882 Melbourn, Cambridge, England
Occupation: Shoemaker apprentice (1901)
Married Dorothy Evelyn Bowden 1920 Cambridge, England
Children : Walter, Margaret
Died 1950 Barnstaple, Devon, England
Buried
Sources
1891 UK Census for Melbourn, Cambridge, England (age 8)
1901 UK Census Cambridge, Cambridge, England (age 19, visiting sister and brother in law)
Walter East
Born 1884 Melbourn, Cambridge, England
Military: World War 1
Occupation: Tailor (1901) Market Gardener (1911)
Married Nellie Ellwood about 1910
No known children
Died 6 May 1917 France & Flanders
Buried
Sources
1891 UK Census for Melbourn, Cambridge, England (age 7)
1901 UK Census for Ashwell, Hertfordshire, England (age 17)
1911 UK Census Coton Barton, Cambridge, England (age 27, married)
UK Army Register of Effects
Note: he left behind a little over five pounds
Rhoda East
Born 1886 Melbourn, Cambridge, England
Occupation: Jam Factory (1911)
Married Frederick William Butler 28 July 1909 Cambridge, England
Children: Frederick
Died 1944 Cambridge, England
Buried
Sources
1891 UK Census for Melbourn, Cambridge, England (age 5)
1901 UK Census Cambridge, England (servant in Walter Clarke household, age 15)
1911 UK Census Histon, Cambridge, England (age 25)
Ancestry.com
Family Search
Lydia East
Born 1888 Melbourn, Cambridge, England
Married Herbert Frederick Game 1907 Cambridge, England
Children: Rhoda
Died 1944 England
Buried
Sources
1891 UK Census for Melbourn, Cambridge, England (age 3)
1901 UK Census for Ashwell, Hertfordshire, England (age 12)
1911 UK Census Cambridge, England (age 22)

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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."

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Amos East 1854-1923 Sarah Bass 1849-1920

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