Upper Level: July 2016

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Levi R Weeks and Lydia Sleeper

Levi R. Weeks
Parents: Benjamin Weeks and Sarah Weed
Born 9 April 1793 Gilmanton, Belknap, New Hampshire
Occupation: Gardener (1860) Liveryman
Married Lydia Sleeper 9 June 1814 Gilford, Belknap, New Hampshire
Children: Harrison, George, Lydia, Sarah, Benjamin, Lafayette, Harriet, Maryann, Ruth, George
Died 1876 Orono, Penobscot, Maine
Buried
Sources
New Hampshire Marriage Records FHL Film# 1001315
Ancestry.com
1840 US Census Orono, Penobscot, Maine
1850 US Census Orono, Penobscot, Maine (age 57)
1860 US Census Orono, Penobscot, Maine (age 67, son Benjamin and his second wife Amanda is there)
1870 US Census Orono, Penobscot, Maine ( age 77, son Benjamin and wife still there)
New Hampshire Marriage Record
Book: Genealogical and Family History of the State of New Hampshire Volume 2 page 527
Picture: His father's will

Lydia Sleeper
Parents?
Born 16 March 1795 Gilford, Belknap, New Hampshire
Died before 1880 Census
Buried
Sources
1850 US Census for Orono, Penobscot, Maine
1860 US Census Orono, Penobscot, Maine (age 65)
1870 US Census Orono, Penobscot, Maine (age 75)
CHILDREN

Harrison Gray Otis Weeks
Born 23 December 1814 Gilford, Belknap, New Hampshire
Died (age 7) 23 April 1822 Gilford, Belknap, New Hampshire
Sources
Picture of headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=83557268

George Weeks
Born 29 March 1818 Gilford, Belknap, New Hampshire
Died 4 Feb 1821 Gilford, Belknap, New Hampshire
Sources
Picture of headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=83568998

Lydia Weeks
Born 26 April 1820 Gilford, Belknap, New Hampshire
Married ?
Died - Probably died young as she isn't in any census
Buried
Sources
Family Search
Sarah Weed Weeks
Born 9 June 1822 Gilford, Belknap, New Hampshire, United States
Never Married
Died
Buried
Sources
1870 US Census Orono, Penobscot, Maine (age 47)
Family Search

Benjamin Weeks
Born 9 June 1822 Gilford, Belknap, New Hampshire, United States
Married 1) Eleanor Susan Coan 3 Dec 1851 Lawrence, Massachusetts
Children with Eleanor: Nellie
2) Amanda Weymouth
Children with Amanda: Fred, Mary
Died 16 November 1909 Orono, Penobscot, Maine
Buried

Sources
1850 US Census for Orono, Penobscot, Maine (age 27)
1860 US Census Orono, Penobscot, Maine (age 37, his second wife is with him)
1870 US Census Orono, Penobscot, Maine (age 47, has his second wife and their children with him and they are living with his parents)
1880 US Census Orono, Penobscot, Maine ( age 57)
1900 US Census Orono, Penobscot, Maine (age 77)
Death Record
Family Search
Ancestry.com

Lafayette Mace Weeks
Born 1 March 1825 Gilford, Belknap, New Hampshire
Never Married
Died 19 August 1825 Gilford, Belknap, New Hampshire
Buried Weeks Cemetery, Gilford, Belknap, New Hampshire
Sources
Picture of headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=83569338

Harriet Fayette Weeks
Born 8 July 1826 Gilford, Belknap, New Hampshire
Married Oliver M Wilson 25 December 1855 Maine
Died 19 August 1897 Orono, Penobscot, Maine
Buried
Sources
1870 US Census Orono, Penobscot, Maine (age 43)
Family Search
Ancestry.com
Mary Ann Weeks
Born 6 December 1829 Gilford, Belknap, New Hampshire
Married ? Colson
Died 14 October 1897 Orono, Penobscot, Maine
Buried
Sources
1850 US Census for Exeter, Penobscot, Maine (she is with her future sister in law, Eleanor Coan)
1850 US Census for Orono, Penobscot, Maine (she is with her family)
Death Record
Family Search
Ancestry.com
Ruth Weeks
Born 3 July 1830 Gilford, Belknap, New Hampshire
Married ?
Died
Buried
Sources
Family Search

Brigadier General George Henry Weeks

Born 3 Feb 1834 Gifford, New Hampshire
Military: US Army, See article
Married Laura W Babbit May 1859
Children: Edwin, Francis, Marion
Died 12 Sep 1905 Washington DC

Buried Arlington National Cemetery,
Arlington, Virginia, Plot: Section 1 Grave 198
Short Bio:

United States Army Quartermaster General. He graduated from West Point Academy in 1857, as a 2nd Lieutenant and on February 10, 1859, was sent on frontier duty to Minnesota where he participated in the expedition to Yellow Medicine River with the 4th Artillery. At the outbreak of the Civil War he was transferred to Ft. McHenry and to Ft. Washington in Maryland as regimental quartermaster at the rank of Captain. On March 24, 1862, he was assigned to the Quartermaster's Department, becoming Chief Quartermaster of the 3rd Corps, Army of the Potomac. He remained until December 6, 1864, as Chief Quartermaster at Lieutenant Colonel. In 1865, he was sent to the Pacific Coast as Chief Quartermaster. He served the depots at Ft. Vancouver, Washington, San Francisco, California and the District of Alaska until 1867. Dispatched to Arizona as Chief Quartermaster of that Department on June 22, 1878, Ft. Leavenworth in June 1880 and as Chief Quartermaster of the Department of the Division of the Pacific serving until 1888. In 1889, he transferred to the East, assumed his new duties as Depot Quartermaster at New York City and was promoted Colonel, Assistant Quartermaster General on May 16, 1895. At the direction of the Secretary of War, he was appointed the 20th Quartermaster Brigadier General on February 16, 1897 and retired a year later after 40 years of service in the Army. He was inducted in the Quartermaster General Hall of Fame on November 19, 2000. (bio by: John "J-Cat" Griffith)
Sources
Book: Who's Who in America Volumes 2-4, page 1576
Book: Biographical Review: Containing life sketches of leading citizens by Biographical Review Publishing Company page 540
1850 US Census for Orono, Penobscot, Maine (age 16)
Picture: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=10552288

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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."