Upper Level: Richard Golightly Watt 1860-1933 and Mary Ann Harris 1867-1939

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Richard Golightly Watt 1860-1933 and Mary Ann Harris 1867-1939

Richard Golightly Watt
Parents George Darling Watt and Elizabeth Golightly
Birth 26 November 1860 Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah

Married Mary Ann Harris 25 Feb 1886 Kaysville, Davis, Utah
Death 6 October 1933 Thatcher, Box Elder, Utah
Buried 10 Oct 1933 Kaysville City Cemetery, Kaysville, Davis, Utah
Sources
1880 US Census Kaysville, Davis, Utah (age 19, at home with his widowed mother)
1910 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 49)
1920 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 58)
1930 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 69)
Pic: Family Searchancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=121291

Mary Ann Harris
Parents Thomas Eagles Harris and Mary Ann Payne

Birth 31 January 1867 Kaysville, Davis, Utah, United States

Death 11 November 1939 Thatcher, Box Elder, Utah, United States
Buried 14 November 1939 Kaysville City Cemetery, Kaysville, Davis, Utah
Sources
1870 US Census Malad, Oneida, Idaho (age 3)
1910 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 43)
1920 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 52)
1930 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 63)
Pic: Family Search
ancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=121287

CHILDREN

Mary Hazel Watt
Birth 2 April 1887 Layton, Davis, Utah
Occupation: Teacher

Married Walter Calvin Waldron 29 January 1913 Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Children: Virgil, Faye, Vern, Verle, Della, Arlene
Death 30 March 1947 Columbia, Maury, Tennessee
Buried Valley View Cemetery, Bothwell, Box Elder, Utah
Sources
1910 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 23)
1920 US Census Morgan, Morgan, Utah (age 32)
1930 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 43)
1940 US Census - can't find her, though on Family Search it claims she was in Rawlins.
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=71877484
Pic: Family Search
ancestry.com

Annie Elizabeth Watt
Birth 11 February 1889 Layton, Davis, Utah

Married William Alexander Westmoreland 12 January 1921 Logan LDS Temple, Logan, Cache, Utah
Children: Baby boy, Mary, Edward, James, Don, Edna
Death 18 April 1960 Tremonton, Box Elder, Utah
Buried Riverview Cemetery, Tremonton, Box Elder, Utah
Sources
1910 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 21)
1920 US Census Morgan, Morgan, Utah (age 29)
1930 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 41)
1940 US Census Tremonton, Box Elder, Utah (age 51)
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=183291
Pic: Family Search
ancestry.com
Alice Watt (twin to William)
Birth 19 March 1891 Layton, Davis, Utah
Death 19 March1891 Layton, Davis, Utah
Buried
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

William Louder Watt (twin to Alice)
Birth 19 March 1891 Layton, Davis, Utah
Occupation: Farmer

Married 1) Mabel Elizabeth Wheatley 16 Feb 1916 Logan, Cache, Utah
Children: Mary, Richard, Ione, Dorothy, Ruth, Thomas
2) Cora Elizabeth Ray 10 Sep 1928 10 September 1928 Salt Lake LDS Temple, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Children: Olene, Valene, Leah, Alice, John, Kathleen
Death 13 June 1971 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Buried Valleyview Cemetery, Bothwell, Box Elder, Utah
Sources
1910 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 19)
1920 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 28)
1930 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 39)
1940 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 49)
Obituary
WW1 Draft Registration
Pic: Family Search
ancestry.com

Isabell Harris Watt
Birth 28 March 1894 Layton, Davis, Utah
Married Royal Charles Robins 27 August 1918 Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Children: Clara, Richard, Charles, Lee
Death 24 September 1967 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Buried 27 September 1967 Kaysville, Davis, Utah
Sources
1910 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 16)
1920 US Census Layton, Davis, Utah (age 22)
1930 US Census Layton, Davis, Utah (age 36)
1940 US Census Layton, Davis, Utah (age 46)
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=123842
Pic: Family Search
ancestry.com

Hattie Harris Watt
Birth 4 December1896 Layton, Davis, Utah
Occupation: 18 years as School Cook in Layton School District
1963 Davis County "Mother of the Year"
Married O'Keath Evans Adams 27 June 1917 Salt Lake Temple, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah

Children: Itha, Dean, Von, Fern, La Ree, Evan, Val
Death 14 August 1989 Layton, Davis, Utah
Buried Kaysville City Cemetery, Kaysville, Davis, Utah
Note: Plot 4-15-C-7

Obituary

Beloved mother, grandmother and sister, Hattie Harris Watt Adams, 92, died Tuesday, Aug. 15, 1989 at her home.
She was born Dec.4, 1896 in Layton, a daughter of Richard Golightly and Mary Ann Harris Watt.
She married O'Keath Evans Adams July 27, 1917 in the Salt Lake LDS Temple. He died Nov. 28, 1973.
She was reared and educated in Thatcher, Utah and resided in Layton the past 72 years.
She was an active member of the Layton 7th LDS Ward and had served as Relief Society and Primary teacher and Religion class secretary.
She was Davis County Mother of the Year in 1963.
She had worked for the school lunch program as a supervisor for 18 years.
She enjoyed cooking and gardening. She loved her family and grandchildren and enjoyed being with her family.
Surviving are four sons and two daughters, Dean R. and wife Marjorie Adams, Von E. and wife JoAnn Adams, Evan W. and wife Gale Adams, ltha and husband Bill Hodson, LaRee and husband Roy Bowers, all of Layton; Val L. (Fern) and wife Kathie Adams, Mountain Green, Utah; 28 grandchildren, 59 great-grandchildren and 12 great-great-grandchildren.
Also surviving are two sisters, Mrs. Grace Jeppson, Corrine; Mrs. Lois Coombs, Honeyville.
She was preceded in death by a daughter, Fern Orton, a brother and sisters.
Services will be held Friday at 11 a.m. at Lindquist's Layton Mortuary. 1074 N. Fairfield Road where friends may call Thursday from 6-8 p.m. and Friday from 9:45-10:45 a.m.
lnterment, Kaysville City Cemetery.

Sources
Obituary
1910 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 13)
1920 US Census Layton, Davis, Utah (age 23)
1930 US Census Layton, Davis, Utah (age 33)
1940 US Census Layton, Davis, Utah (age 43)
Pic: Family Search
ancestry.com

Verna Harris Watt
Birth 11 October 1899 Thatcher, Box Elder, Utah
Married Melvin John Wood 17 Dec 1919 Salt Lake Temple, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Children: Rulon, Edwin, Vern, Ann
Death 7 April 1986 Layton, Davis, Utah (at her sister's home)

Buried 10 April 1986 Brigham City Cemetery, Brigham City, Box Elder, Utah
Sources
Obituary
1910 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 10)
1930 US Census Layton, Davis, Utah (age 30)
1940 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 40)
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=14473206
Pic: Family Search
ancestry.com
Baby Girl Watt
Birth 12 Feb 1902 Thatcher, Box Elder, Utah
Death 12 Feb 1902 Thatcher, Box Elder, Utah
Buried
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

Richard Golden Watt
Birth 27 April 1904 Thatcher, Box Elder, Utah
Death 1 November 1905 Thatcher, Box Elder, Utah
COD: Pnuemonia
Buried Valley View Cemetery, Bothwell, Box Elder, Utah
Sources
Death Certificate
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=30090205
Family Search
ancestry.com

Ruth Harris Watt
Birth 18 October 1906 Thatcher, Box Elder, Utah
Death 27 February 1907 Thatcher, Box Elder, Utah
COD: Bronchial Pnuemonia
Buried Valley View Cemetery, Bothwell, Box Elder, Utah
Sources
Death Certificate
Family Search
ancestry.com

Grace Darling Watt
Birth 13 January1908 Thatcher, Box Elder, Utah
Married Marvin Rasmus Jeppesen 8 December 1932 Logan LDS Temple, Logan, Cache, Utah
Children: Claude, Linda, Leon, Ricky

Death 13 February 1995 Brigham City, Box Elder, Utah
Buried 17 February 1995 Brigham City, Box Elder, Utah
Sources
1910 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 2)
1920 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 19 - should be 12)
1930 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 22)
1940 US Census Malad, Box Elder, Utah (age 32)
Note: Malad later became part of Idaho
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=13835603
Obituary
Pic: Obit
ancestry.com

Lois Jane Watt
Birth 22 October 1911 Thatcher, Box Elder, Utah
Married Harold Ross Coombs 24 October 1935 Salt Lake Temple, Salt Lake City, Utah
Children: Don, Harold, Boyce, Eileen, Gae

Death 5 May1995 Brigham City, Box Elder, Utah
Buried 9 May 1995 Honeyville Cemetery, Honeyville, Box Elder, Utah
Sources
1920 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 8)
1930 US Census Rawlins, Box Elder, Utah (age 18)
1940 US Census Portage, Box Elder, Utah (age 28)
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=94102982
Obituary
Pic: Family Search
ancestry.com

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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."

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Richard Golightly Watt 1860-1933 and Mary Ann Harris 1867-1939

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