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Sunday, July 18, 2010

Asa Kenney1785-1856 Elizabeth Tompkins 1792-1842

Asa Kenney
Born Mar 1785 Oromocto, New Brunswick, Canada
Parents Israel Kenney and Susannah Hood
Married 19 Aug 1808 Canterbury, York, New Brunswick, Canada
Died 22 Jul 1856 Bristol, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Sources
Ancestral File

Elizabeth Tompkins
Born 7 Apr 1792 York, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Parents Edmond Tompkins and Eunice (unknown surname)
Died 8 Dec 1842 Bristol, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Sources
Ancestral File

CHILDREN

Deborah Kenney
Born 2 Dec 1809 Bristol, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Married David C Bell
Children: Asa, Daniel, James, David, Jannet, William, Elizabeth, Frances, Edmond
Died 5 May 1897
Sources
Ancestral File
*Temperance Kenney
Born 19 Dec 1811 Bristol, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Married William Giberson 1834
Children: Stephen, James, John, Maria, Ralph, Emily, Caroline, Phebe, Lydia, Elizabeth
Died abt 1887
Sources
Ancestral File
Nancy Kenney
Born 27 Feb 1814 Bristol, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Married Thomas Hotham
Children: Elizabeth, Asa, Margaret, Hindis, Sarah, George, Leonard
Died 1886
Sources
Ancestral File
Elizabeth Kenney
Born abt 1816 Bristol, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Married Peter Gee abt 1840
Children: Frederick, James, Rachel, Andrew, Cornelius, Benjamin, Abel
Died abt 1885
Sources
Ancestral File
Austin Kenney
Born 4 Jun 1823 Bristol, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Married Temperance Dyer 4 Nov 1852
Children: Robertson, Charles, Jane, Amanda, Gilbert, Rainsford, Mary
Died 4 May 1921 Bristol, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Sources
Ancestral File
Katie Kenney
Born abt 1825 Bristol, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Died abt 1843
Sources
Ancestral File
Rhoda Kenney
Born 15 Oct 1828 Bristol, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Married John Donovan abt 1845
Children: Margaret, Mary, Sarah, Howard, Martha, Clapper, Hanford, Harlburt
Died abt 1915
Sources
Ancestral File
Asa Kenney
Born 18 Feb 1835 Bristol, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Married Martha Kenney abt 1864
Children: George, Alexander, Samuel
Died 12 Jul 1902
Sources
Ancestral File

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Thomas Stringer 1769 - Sarah Morris 1773

Thomas Stringer
Christened 30 Apr 1769 Hamstall Ridware, Stafford, England
Parents Joseph Stringer and Hannah (Ann) Pickasgill
Married Sarah Morris 20 Jan 1793 St Mowdens, Burton Upon Trent, Stafford, England
Note: Her surname is spelled Morrice on the record
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0432127 Batch P010601 dated 1568-1812
Marriage: IGI Film 0417178 Batch M033332 dated 1791-1812
Picture of St. Mowden's: Wikipedia
Ancestral File
Sarah Morris
Christened 17 Nov 1773 Burton Upon Trent, Stafford, England
Parents William Morris and Phoebe (no surname given)
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0417177 Batch C033333 dated 1663-1790
1841 UK Ceusus for St Michael, Lichfield, Stafford, England (age 68)

CHILDREN

Thomas Stringer
Christened 20 Oct 1793 Burton Upon Trent, Stafford, England
Married Mary Gee 5 Feb 1816 St Michael, Hamstall Ridware, Stafford, England
Children: Sarah, Mary, William, Charlotte, Elizabeth, Mary, Jane, Harriott
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0417177 Batch C033333 dated 1791-1812
England Marriages Film 0426552 Batch M010601
1841 UK Census for Hamstall, Ridware, Stafford, England (age 45)
Note: claims birthplace as Hamstall, states incorrect birth year
1851 UK Census for England (age 59)
Picture of St Michael: Wikipedia
Benjamin Stringer
Christened 1 Nov 1795 Burton Upon Trent, Stafford, England
Possible marriage to 1) Lydia Glover 13 Jul 1814 St Michael, Lichfield, Stafford, England
2) Elizabeth Withnall 2 Oct 1827 Church-Gresley, Derbyshire, England
Children: Ann
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0417177 Batch C033333 dated 1791-1812
Marriage to Lydia: England Marriages 1538-1973 Batch M04871-1 Film 435792
Marriage to Elizabeth: England Marriages 1538-1973 Batch M02003-8 Film 1785836 it 11 p 58 no 174
1841 UK Census Burton Upon Trent, Stafford, England (age 40)
1851 UK Census for England (age 55)

*William Stringer
Christened 16 Dec 1798 Burton Upon Trent, Stafford, England
Married Ann Wood 31 Dec 1822 St Andrew, Clifton Campville, Stafford, England
Children: Mary Ann, Sarah, William
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0417177 Batch C033333 dated 1791-1812
Picture of St Andrew: http://www.panoramio.com/photo/59259233
Joseph Stringer
Christened 18 Apr 1802 Burton Upon Trent, Stafford, England
Sources
IGI Film 0417177 Batch C033333 dated 1791-1812

David Stringer
Christened 29 Sep 1805 Burton Upon Trent, Stafford, England
Married Maryann Middleton 27 May 1828 Marston Upon Dove, Derby, England
Children: Grace, Jemima, Ishamel, MaryAnn, William (I am searching for more)
Death: after 1881
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0417177 Batch C033333 dated 1791-1812
England Marriages 1538-1973 Batch M05556-1 Film 498101
1841 UK Census (age 30 - year of birth inaccurate)
1851 UK Census (age 44)
Note: claims his birthplace as Burton, Derby
1861 UK Census (age 55)
Note: incorrectly claims his birthplace as Hattons, Derby
1871 UK Censusfor Disley, Disley, Derby, England (age 65)
Note: He is a servant in the household of JP Morris (this could be a relative on his mother's side)
1881 UK Census for Disley-stanley (Chester), Derby, England (age 77)
Picture of church: Wikipedia

Noah Stringer
Christened 4 Jun 1815 Burton Upon Trent, Stafford, England
Occupation: Brickmaker
Married Mary Heeley19 Aug 1836 St Mary, Stafford, Stafford, England
Note: Her surname may be Keeley
Children: Sarah, Harriet, Martha, Hannah, Benjamin, Joseph, Elizabeth, Mary, Thomas, William
Died 1818 Chorlton, Manchester, England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0417177 Batch C033333 dated 1791-1812
Marriage: IGI Film 0435848 Batch M010222 dated 1829-1840
1841 UK Census for Stone, Stafford, England (age 25)
1851 UK Census For England (age 35)
Note: lists his place of birth as Stone, Staffordshire
1871 UK Census for Hazel Grove, Bramall, Cheshire, England (age 57)
Note: claims place of birth as Harnlow, Staffordshrie
1881 British Census in Gorton, Lancashire, England Film 1341933 page 7 (age 67, living at 165 Morton St Shop Pr)
Picture of St Mary's church: http://www.stmarysstafford.org.uk/

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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."