Upper Level: Poul Ottosen 1795-1859 Ane Kristine Rasmusdatter

Sunday, February 13, 2022

Poul Ottosen 1795-1859 Ane Kristine Rasmusdatter

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3rd Great Grandparents

Poul Ottosen
Parents Otto Andersen and Johanne Larsdatter
Birth 17 Sep 1795 Kjettingje, Maribo, Denmark
Christening: 11 October 1795 Kjettingje, Maribo, Denmark
Married 1) Maren Larsdatter 29 March 1822 Nystead, Maribo, Denmark
Children: Mads, Karen, Mads, Ane, Lus, Jens, Zeir (these last two are twins)
2) Ane Rasmusdatter 1 December 1843 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Died 5 Sep 1859 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Buried 9 Sep 1859 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

Ane Kristine Rasmusdatter
Parents Rasmus Jorgensen and Johanne Hansdatter
Birth 8 Nov 1823 Herritslev, Maribo, Denmark
Death 29 Jan 1879 Plain City, Weber, Utah
Burial 7 Feb 1879
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

From Family Search - modified to avoid repetition (the kids are listed):

This account is written by LaRue Elkins-Stuart daughter of Wallace Gustave Poulson, granddaughter of John Lorenzo Poulson, great-granddaughter of William (Vilhelm) Poulson, great, great-granddaughter of Poul Ottensen and Ane Kirstine Rasmussen. The information is edited from dates on Family Search and the oral biography told by Maren Johanne Ottensen Taylor, Willian’s sister, and recorded by Naomi Tracy Skeen Poul was the first child of Otto Anderson and Johanna Larsen. Counting Poul there were seven sons and 2 daughters born into Otto and Johanna’s family. Otto was 26 years old when Poul was born, Johanna was 24. Paul Ottosen was 27 years old when he married Maren, she was 29. They were married for 21 years. They were blessed with 7 children. Lars born in 1820. There is no death date listed for Lars but he married Ingeborg Pedersen on the 14 of December 1851 when he was 31 years old. There is a record of Lars and Ingeborg having two daughters, one born in 1852 and the other in 1855. Mads (1822-1823) died as an infant, Karen (1824-deceased) Married Iver Friderichsen on the 5th of December 1852 when she was 28 years old. Her husband Iver died in 1853, the same year Karen gave birth to their daughter, Ane. Karen later married Rasmus Rasmussen there is no marriage date listed. Mads born (1826-1835), he died when he was 9 years old. Ane Catherine (1829-1835) died when she was 7 years old. twins Jens and Zeir born in 1834. There is no death date listed for either of the twins. Jens has had his temple work done except sealing to a spouse. If he married that information has not been found. Zeir marred Wihelmine Henriette Jochumsen on September 7th 1861. They had 6 children.

When Maren died on April 6th, 1843, three of their children had already died. Their surviving children were Lars 20 years old, Karen 19 years old, and the twins Jens, and Zeir 9 years old.

When Poul married Ane he was 48 years old and Ane Kirstine was 20. Ane Kirstine was the 3rd daughter in a family of 5 girls born to her parents. Rasmus was 28 and Ane Kirstine was born and Johanne was 36.

Poul owned a little farm. Ane Kirstine was a good mother that taught her daughters to knit, sew, cook and take care of a home. The family was blessed with 9 children.

Their lives were filled with challenges and heartaches. On the 3rd of January 1851, twin girls were born. Karen died on the 15th of January, and her twin sister Ane Cathrine died on the 21st.

Their second child Hans died in 1853 he was just 7 years old. They were yet to face even greater losses when 4 years after the death of Hans, Christina died the day she was born 13 of May 1857. Ane Kirstine had buried 4 of nine children when Poul, her husband, died in 1859 at the age of 64. They were married for 16 years.

A year later, their youngest child Karoline age 3, also died. At the time of this last loss in their family the oldest child William was 15, Maren was 11, Annie was 8, and Bodil Stine was 6. After the family was taught the Gospel, Ana Kirstina decided to sell the farm. Though she was newly widowed with 4 children, she decided to take her family and join the Saints immigrating to Utah. However, she found that the sale of the farm did not provide enough means for all of them to go together. Her oldest son, William, stayed in Denmark to come later. The sea voyage to their landing port in America took 6 seasick weeks and the long 6-week journey by ox-team across the plains took another toll on their family. Midway through the journey 7-year-old Bodil died, was gently wrapped in a quilt, and buried beside the trail. It was several years later William, about 26 by then, joined his remaining family in Utah. The year was about 1870

CHILDREN:

unless noted otherwise, the following children
are my second great-grand uncles and aunts

William Poulsen

Vilhelm (William) Poulsen
Birth: 14 February 1844 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Christening: 26 February 1844 Toreby, Maribo, Denmark
Note: given name was Wilhelm and Vilhelm in different records
Church Confirmation: 1858 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Occupation: Farmer (1900-1910) Miner (at time of death). Evidently, he discovered the first salt deposit in Redmond, Utah and it became the family business for three generations
Married 1) Anna Sophia Jensen about 1869 Denmark
No Children
2) Dorthea Elsina Larsen 5 Feb 1872 Endowment House, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah Territory
Children: William, Sarah, Johanna, Joseph, John, David, George, Moroni, Mary, Albert, Andrew
3) Elizabeth Bottom 5 February 1915 Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Note: Elizabeth was married to Joseph Simpson first, and after William died, she married Benjamin Adams.
Death 4 March 1916 Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
COD: Chronic Nephritis (Kidney failure)
The informant on the death certificate: his son, Albert
Burial: Salt Lake City Cemetery, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Note: Plot L- 22- 6- 1E

William's Death Certificate

Sources
Birth and Christening: Denmark Baptisms, Denmark Church Records Vol 14 date range from 1842-1867
Church Confirmation: Denmark Church Records, Vol 4 1846-1869 page 155-6
1845 Denmark Census Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark (age 1)
1850 Denmark Census Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark (age 6)
1855 Denmark Census Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark (age 11)
1880 US Census Redmond, Sevier, Utah (age 36)
1900 US Census Redmond, Sevier, Utah (age 56)
1910 US Census Redmond, Sevier, Utah (age 66)
Marriage to Elizabeth: Utah County Marriages
Death and Burial: Utah Death Certificate and Utah Deaths and Burials

William's headstone

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/12776900/william-poulson
Family Search
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Hans Poulsen
Birth 30 December 1846 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Christening: 16 May 1847 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Never Married
No Children
Death 31 Jan 1854 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark (age 7)
Burial
Sources
Christening: Denmark Church Records Vol 4 1846-1869 page 3
1850 Denmark Census Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark (age 3)
Death: Denmark Church Records Vol 4 1846-1869 page 387-8
Family Search
ancestry.com

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2nd Great grandmother

Maren Johanne "Hannah" Poulsen
Birth 12 March 1849 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Christening 13 April 1849 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark

Emigrated to Utah 1857 aboard Monarch of the Sea that departed 16 May 1861 from Liverpool and arrived 16 June 1861 in New York

The Monarch of the Sea - ship Mary sailed on

Married John Ammon Taylor 24 Nov 1868 Salt Lake City Temple, Salt Lake, Utah Territory
Children: John, William, George, Hannah, Charles, Hyrum, Ether, Parley, Lester, Elmer
Death 7 February 1916 Plain City, Weber, Utah

COD: Lobar Pneumonia

The informant on death certificate: husband, John
Burial 10 February 1916 Plain City Cemetery, Plain City, Weber, Utah

Mary's death certificate

Sources
Christening: Denmark Church Records, Vol 4 1846-1869 page 79

1850 Denmark Census Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark (age 1)
1855 Denmark Census Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark (age 6)
1880 US Census Harrisville, Weber, Utah (age 30, going by name Hanah)

1900 US Census Plain City, Weber, Utah (age 51, going by the name Mary H)

1910 US Census Plain City, Weber, Utah (age 60 - going by name Hannah)

Utah Death Certificate
Saints by Sea: https://saintsbysea.lib.byu.edu/mii/passenger/43288

Family Search
ancestry.com

Ane Katherine Poulsen (twin to Karen)
Birth 3 January 1851 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Christened 4 January 1851 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Death 21 January 1851 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Sources
Birth and Christening: Denmark Baptisms Vol 4, 1846-1869, page 87-8
1855 Denmark Census Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark (age 4)
Family Search
ancestry.com

Karen Poulsen (twin to Ane)
Birth 3 January 1851Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Christened 4 January 1851 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Death 15 January 1851 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Burial
Sources
Birth and Christening: Denmark Baptisms Vol 4, 1846-1869, page 87-8
Family Search
ancestry.com

Annie's headstone

Annie Poulsen Colvin
Annie Poulsen
Birth 30 March 1852 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Married: Orlin Francis Colvin 9 February 1867 Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Children: Mary, Jane, William, David, Margaret, Moroni
Death 16 Feb 1942 Ogden, Weber, Utah
COD: Congestive Heart Failure, General Debility
Burial: 18 February 1942 Aultorest Memorial Park, Ogden, Weber, Utah
Sources
Birth and Christening: Denmark Church Records Vol 4, 1846-1869, pages 91-2

Denmark Baptisms
1880 US Census Eden, Weber, Utah (age 26)
1900 US Census Eden, Weber, Utah (age 46)
1930 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 77, widowed)
Utah Death Certificates

Annie's death certificate

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/63085873/annie-colvin
Family Search
ancestry.com

Bodil Stine Poulsen

Birth 29 Jul 1854 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Not Married
No Children
Death 1861 on the great plains while on way to Utah
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

Christiana Poulsen (twin to Karoline)
Birth 13 March 1857 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Married:
Children:
Death 1857 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Burial
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

Karoline Poulsen (twin to Christiana)
Birth 13 March 1857 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Married:
Children:
Death 1857 Oster Ulselv, Maribo, Denmark
Burial
Sources
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."

Sunday, February 13, 2022

Poul Ottosen 1795-1859 Ane Kristine Rasmusdatter

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