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Saturday, May 16, 2009

Robert Carefield 1660-1731 Margaret (possibly Langford) 1665

Robert Carefield
Born abt 1660 Hardwicke, Wheatenhurst, Gloucester, England
Parents: John Carefield and Alice (unknown surname)
Note: Other Family Group Sheets have William and Mary listed, so this needs more research. I've found a significant problem on New Family Search where the William and Mary that were listed were actually his son and daughter-in-law
Married Margaret (Langford?) abt 1684 England
Buried 18 Apr 1731 Wheatenhurst, Gloucester, England
Sources
Ancestral File

Margaret (possibly Langford)
Born abt 1676 England
Buried 13 Oct 1714 Wheatenhurst, Gloucester, England
Sources
Ancestral File

CHILDREN
Note: Did not find any of these children's births/christenings in Haresfield or Standish or St Mary de Crypt. It needs more research

John Carefield
Christened 29 Nov 1686 Haresfield, Gloucester, England
Buried 14 Jun 1687 Hardwicke, Glouceseter, England
Sources
Ancestral File
Mary Carefield
Christened 2 May 1688 Haresfield, Gloucester, England
Married Roger Ropier 7 Mar 1708 Haresfield, Gloucester, England
Children: John
Sources
Married: IGI Film 0425430 Batch M028972 dated 1660-1757
Ancestral File
Margaret Carefield
Christened 8 Jun 1690 Standish, Gloucester, England
Married John Crook 7 May 1716 St Mary de Crypt, Gloucester, England
Children: William, John, Robert
SourceAncestral File
Elizabeth Carefield
Christened 28 Feb 1691 Standish, Gloucester, England
Married William Rowles 16 Feb 1711 St Mary de Crypt, Gloucester, England
SourcesAncestral File
Sara Carefield
Christened 9 Sep 1694 Standish, Gloucester, England
Source
Ancestral File
William Carefield
Christened 10 Jan 1696 Harwicke, Gloucester, England
Married Mary Rowles 26 Mar 1722 St Mary de Crypt, Gloucester, England
Children: Robert, Mary
Died 15 Feb 1756 Hardwicke, Gloucester, England
Buried 18 Feb 1756 St Mary de Crypt, Gloucester, England
Source
Ancestral File
Robert Carefield
Christened 3 Mar 1698 Wheatenhurst, Gloucester, England
Married Sarah Wilkins 10 May 1722 St Mary de Crypt, Gloucester, England
Buried: 18 Apr 1731
Source
Ancestral File
*Alice Carefield
Christened 25 May 1701 Wheatenhurst, Gloucester, England
Note: Surname spelled Carfeild and mother's given name spelled Margarett in record
Married Zachariah Harris 4 Jan 1730 Newington Bagpath, Gloucester, England
Buried 16 Jan 1782 Quedgeley, Gloucester, England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0427804 Batch C023061 dated 1571-1812

Anne Carefield
Christened 8 Aug 1705 Wheatenhurst, Gloucester, England
Note: parents names are abbreviated Robt. and Mart. in record
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 and IGI Film 0427804 Batch C023061 dated 1571-1812

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Zachariah Harris II 1710 - 1741 Alice Carefield 1701-1782

Zachariah Harris (II)
Christened 4 Dec 1710 Owlpen, Gloucester, England
Note: did not find him in the online IGI Owlpen parish
Parents: Zachariah Harris and Elizabeth (no surname)
Occupation: Butcher
Married Alice Carefield 4 Jan 1730 England
Buried 9 Jun 1741 Quedgeley, Gloucester, England
Sources
Ancestral File
Alice Carefield
Christened 25 May 1701 Wheatenhurst, Gloucester, England
Note: her surname is given as Carfeild in the record.
Parents: Robert Carefield and Margaret (no surname)
Buried 16 Jan 1782 Quedgeley, Gloucester, England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0427804 Batch C023061 dated 1571-1812
Ancestral File

CHILDREN

*Zachariah Harris
Christened 27 May 1732 Standish, Gloucester, England
Occupation: Butcher
Supposedly married 5 times - I only found evidence of 4
(1) Sarah Griffith 17 Feb 1752 Quedgeley, Gloucester, England
Children: Alice, Mary
(2) Diana Matthews (widow) 4 Aug 1760 Churchdown, Gloucester, England
Note: His given name was extracted as Zechariah in the record. Hers was extracted as Dianah
(3) Mary Parkins 30 Sep 1772 Quedgeley, Gloucester England
(4) Martha Manning 13 Jan 1794 Elmore, Gloucester, England
(5) Mary Welch 22 Oct 1800 St Mary de Lode, Gloucester, Gloucester, England
Buried 22 Jun 1810 Quedgely, Gloucester, England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0477776 Batch C055081 dated 1569-1812
Marriage to Sarah: Gloucestershire Parish Marriage Register Vol 1 p 74 edited by William Phillimore Watts Phillimore, Thomas Matthews Blagg
Marriage to Diana : IGI Film 0417141 Batch M027461 dated 1596-1812
Marriage to Mary Parkins: IGI Film 0857050 Batch M036241 dated 1754-1836
Marriage to Mary Welch: England Marriages Film 855620 v 2 p 27 Batch I03830-0 dated 1538-1973
Ancestral File: Occupation
William Harris
Christened 31 Aug 1733 Hardwicke, Gloucester, England
Note: His name is abbreviated Wm. and his father's name is listed as Zachary Harris in the record
Died 19 Nov 1733
Sources
Christening and death: IGI Film 0425428 Batch C028952 dated 1596-1760
Ancestral File
Alice Harris
Christened 13 Mar 1734 Quedgeley, Gloucester, England
Sources
Christening: England births and christenings film 857050 Batch C03624-2 Dated 1538-1975

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Zachariah Harris 1679-1758 Elizabeth abt 1700

Zachariah Harris
Christened 10 Oct 1679 Charfield, Gloucester, England
Note: His given name was extracted as Zechariah on the record
Married Elizabeth abt 1702 England
Buried 26 May 1758 Owlpen, Gloucester, England
Sources
IGI Film 0417135 Batch C027422 dated 1607-1788
Ancestral File

Elizabeth (unknown surname)
Born abt 1700 England
Source
Ancestral File

CHILDREN

John Harris
Christened 21 Nov 1703 Owlpen, Gloucester, England
Died 4 Apr 1704
Source
Christening and death: IGI Film 0425484 Batch C030922 dated 1613-1736
Ancestral File
John Harris
Christened 19 Apr 1706 Owlpen, Gloucester, England
Married Jane Parslow 30 May 1727 Owlpen, Gloucester, England
Children: Elizabeth, Joseph, Hannah, Judith, John, Ann, Sarah, Jane, Ester, Rachel
Note: the only children I found records for were Elizabeth and Joseph in Owlpen
Sources
Ancestral File
http://www.nathanville.org.uk/tree/b82.htm#P3997
Cornelius Harris
Christened 7 Jun1708 Owlpen, Gloucester, England
Married Anne Carefield 11 Jan 1727 Gloucester, England
Children; Cornelius, Robert, John, Ann, Thomas
Died 27 Feb 1780
Note: the following may concern this Cornelius or his son who was named after him.
Gloucestershire notes and Queries mentions the following:
"A Mr. Cornelius Harris of Wotton-under-edge, late of Ewely (Uley) where he rented 500 Pounds per annum in lands is mentioned in the diary of Mr. Edmund Clutterbuck who states that they travelled by coach together from Cirencester to London in 1773. Mr Harris "began with 50 pounds."
A slightly different version is given in "London and Middlesex notebook p. 30" which is the place where the Gloucestershire notes and Queries got their information. The article, which is the diary of Mr. Clutterbuck states: "...having added to our company a Mr. Cornelius Harris, a Butcher of Wooten-under-Edge late a dairyman and grazier as well as butcher at Ewely (Uley) where he rented 500 pounds per annum in lands. He began with 60 pounds."
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0425484 Batch C030922 dated 1613-1736
The London and Middlesex notebook page 30
Gloucestershire Notes and Queries pg 354

Ancestral File
*Zachariah Harris
Christened 4 Dec 1710 Owlpen, Gloucester, England
Occupation: Butcher
Supposedly married 5 times - I only found evidence of 4
(1) Sarah Griffith 17 Feb 1752 Quedgeley, Gloucester, England
(2) Diana Matthews (widow) 4 Aug 1760 Churchdown, Gloucester, England
Note: His given name was extracted as Zechariah in the record. Hers was extracted as Dianah
(3) Mary Parkins 30 Sep 1772 Quedgeley, Gloucester England
(4) Martha Manning 13 Jan 1794 Elmore, Gloucester, England
(5) Mary Welch 22 Oct 1800 St Mary de Lode, Gloucester, Gloucester, England
Buried 22 Jun 1810 Quedgely, Gloucester, England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0477776 Batch C055081 dated 1569-1812
Marriage to Sarah: Gloucestershire Parish Marriage Register Vol 1 p 74 edited by William Phillimore Watts Phillimore, Thomas Matthews Blagg
Marriage to Diana : IGI Film 0417141 Batch M027461 dated 1596-1812
Marriage to Mary Parkins: IGI Film 0857050 Batch M036241 dated 1754-1836
Marriage to Mary Welch: England Marriages Film 855620 v 2 p 27 Batch I03830-0 dated 1538-1973
Ancestral File: Occupation
Joseph Harris
Christened 15 Nov 1715 Owlpen, Gloucester, England
Died 12 Jan 1716
Source
Chistening and death: IGI Film 0425484 Batch C030922 dated 1613-1736

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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."