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Thursday, February 25, 2010

William Hapworth Jr 1810-1887 Lucetta Grover 1808-1886

William Hapworth Jr Headstone

William Hapworth Jr

Born 11 Mar 1810 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts

Occupation: Farmer
Parents William Hapworth and Azubah Grover

Married Lucetta Grover abt 1831 Mariaville, Hancock, Maine

Died 2 Apr 1887 East Eddington, Penobscot, Maine
Buried Pine Tree Cemetery, Eddington, Penobscot, Maine

Sources

1850 US Census Amherst, Hancock, Maine (claims 92, but it should be 40 years old)
1860 US Census Amherst, Hancock, Maine
1870 US Census Mariaville, Hancock, Maine
1880 US Census Eddington, Penobscot, Maine
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/78619783/william-hapworth

Lucetta's headstone

Lucetta Grover

Born 27 Apr 1808 Mariaville, Hancock, Maine

Parents Zelotes Grover and Margaret Fletcher

Died 27 Dec 1887 East Eddington, Penobscot, Maine
Buried Pine Tree Cemetery, Eddington, Penobscot, Maine

Sources

1850 US Census Amherst, Hancock, Maine
1860 US Census Amherst, Hancock, Maine
1870 US Census Mariaville, Hancock, Maine
1880 US Census Eddington, Penobscot, Maine
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/78619791/lucetta-hapworth

CHILDREN

*Horatio Southgate Hapworth

Horatio and Henrietta's headstone

Born 19 Dec 1832 Mariaville, Hancock, Maine
Occupation: Cooper (1860)
Married 1) Henrietta Godfrey Nickerson 30 June 1861 Holden, Penobscot, Maine

2) Ella M Kennerson 16 Nov 1884 Eddington, Penobscot, Maine

Died 21 May 1921 East Eddington, Penobscot, Maine
Buried Pine Tree Cemetery, Eddington, Penobscot, Maine
Sources
1840 US Census Mariaville, Hancock, Maine
1850 US Census Amherst, Hancock, Maine (age 17)
1860 US Census Amherst, Hancock, Maine (age 27)
1870 US Census Amherst, Hancock, Maine (age 37)
1880 US Census Eddington, Penobscot, Maine (age 47, in his brother, Edwin's, household)
1900 US Census Eddington, Penobscot, Maine (age 67 - in house of 2nd wife's mother)
1920 US Census Eddington, Penobscot, Maine
Civil War Draft Registration

Horatio's civil war draft registration

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/77900096/horatio-southgate-hapworth

Edwin's headstone

Edwin Grover Hapworth

Born Jan 1834 Mariaville, Hancock, Maine
Occupation: Cooper (1860) Farm Laborer (1870)
Married Clara Davis 17 Sep 1862 Clifton, Penobscot, Maine

Died 5 May 1891 Clifton, Penobscot, Maine
Buried Pine Tree Cemetery, Eddington, Penobscot, Maine
Sources
1850 US Census Amherst, Hancock, Maine (age 16)
1860 US Census Amherst, Hancock, Maine (age 26)
1870 US Census Mariaville, Hancock, Maine (age 36)
1880 US Census Eddington, Penobscot, Maine (age 46)
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/78619826/edwin-grover-hapworth

Ann and Sarah's headstone

Ann Josephine Hapworth

Born 2 Apr 1837 Mariaville, Hancock, Maine
Married James Hastings Nickerson 4 Sep 1859 Amherst, Hancock, Maine
Children: Sarah

Died 24 Sep 1862 (same year as Sarah)
Buried Mt Rest Cemetery, Amherst, Hancock, Maine
Sources
Maine Marriages
1850 US Census Amherst, Hancock, Maine
Note: named Josephine in record
1860 US Census Amherst, Hancock, Maine (age 22)
Note: surname spelled Nicerson
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/87369700/ann-josephine-nickerson

William B Hapworth headstone

William Bramin Hapworth

Born 1840 Mariaville, Hancock, Maine
Occupation: Cooper (1860) Laborer (1870) Clothes Pin Mill (1880)
Died 1897
Buried Pine Tree Cemetery, Eddington, Penobscot, Maine
Sources
1850 US Census Amherst, Hancock, Maine (age 10)
1860 US Census Amherst, Hancock, Maine (age 20)
1870 US Census Mariaville, Hancock, Maine (age 30)
1880 US Census Eddington, Penobscot, Maine (age 40)

Civil War Draft Registration

William Bramin Hapworth civil war draft registration

Zelotes G Hapworth

Zelotes Grover Hapworth

Born 3 July 1844 Mariaville, Hancock, Maine
Occupation: Laborer (1870) Farmer (1880)
Married Edna E Thompson 23 August 1874 Eddington, Penobscot, Maine

Children: Horatio, William, Charles, Fred, Lucetta, Leonard, Hattie

Died 7 May 1921 Winslow, Kennebuc, Maine

Buried Pine Grove Cemetery, Waterville, Maine
Sources
1850, 1860, 1870 Census of Mariaville with his parents

1910 Census of Winslow with his wife
Picture: courtesy of Bessie Erickson
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/111636243/zelotes-grover-hapworth

Charles headstone

Charles L Hapworth

Born 1849 Mariaville, Hancock, Maine
Died 1849 7 months old (according to the stone)
Buried Old Settlers Cemetery, Amherst, Hancock, Maine
Note: you can see his mother's name and the fact he was only 7 months old
Sources
Family Search
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/39188176

Fannie E Hapworth

Born 1852 Mariaville, Hancock, Maine
Married William S B Warren 21 March 1870 Otis, Hancock, Maine
Died
Sources
1870 US Census Mariaville, Hancock, Maine, married, living with her parents
Family Search

Henrietta Hapworth

Born abt 1854 Mariaville, Hancock, Maine
Died 1860 Mariaville, Hancock, Maine
Sources
Ancestral File

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Horatio Southgate Hapworth 1832-1921 Henrietta Godfrey Nickerson 1844-1878

Horatio Southgate Hapworth

Born 19 Dec 1832 Mariaville, Hancock, Maine

Parents: William Hapworth Jr and Lucetta Grover

Occupation: Cooper (build barrels) in Amherst, Maine at Ferris and Webb house 158 Essex working with Joseph C Hapworth (cousin)

Married 1) Henrietta Godfrey Nickerson 30 Jun 1861

Note: the intention of their marriage can be found in the Amherst Vital Records (old book) dated 22 June 1861. This is like purchasing a marriage license today. Her middle initial was incorrectly given as C in the record
2) Ella M Kennerson 16 Nov 1884 Eddington, Penobscot, Maine

Note: Intention of marriage 4 Nov 1884

Died 21 May 1921 East Eddington, Penobscot, Maine

Horatio and both wives on headstone

Buried: Pine Tree Cemetery

Sources

Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=77900096
Occupation: Maine Business Register and Business Directory (1856) page 203 as well as Greenough & Co.'s directory, Issue 9 page 88 (1882)

Marriage to Henrietta: Maine Marriages 1771-1907 Film 11949 Batch M52218-2

Marriage to Ella: Maine Marriages 1771-1907 Film 10848 Batch M52167-1

1850 US Census in Amherst, Hancock, Maine (17y old) Film 443492 image 00409 line 16

1860 US Census in Amherst, Hancock, Maine (27y old) Image 00465 Film 803438 page 41

Note: his name spelled Horathio in record

1870 US Census in Maine (37y old)

Note: No middle initial given

1920 US Census in Penobscot, Maine (87y old) Sheet #1, Image 00243 Film 1820646 His wife, Ella is still alive at this point. Note: His name is spelled Horatis in Census record

Family Search

Family Group Sheet provided by J. Fuller

Henrietta holding Maud

Henrietta Godfrey Nickerson

Born 24 Apr 1844 Holden, Penobscot, Maine

Parents: Isaiah Nickerson and Mary Ann Orcutt

Died Oct 1878 East Eddington, Penobscot, Maine

Sources

Birth: Maine Births and Christenings 1739-1900 Film 11034 Batch C52177-1

1850 US Census for Brewer, Penobscot, Maine (6y old) Film 443501 Line 35 image 00398

Note: Her name is spelled Henriette in record

1860 US Census for Holden, Penboscot, Maine (16y old) Film 803445 Page 54 Image 60
Family Search

A picture taken in East Eddington, Maine in 1915:

Horatio in chair, Georgia his 23 year old granddaughter standing, Ella, his second wife, sitting; and unidentified little girl in front. Horatio and Ellen were known as "Grampie and Grammie Happy"

CHILDREN

Back: Maud, Horatio (their father)
Front: Horatio and Horace

Maud Faustina Hapworth

*Maud Faustina Hapworth

Born 19 Jun 1868 Holden, Penobscot, Maine
Married William Lois Small 16 Jan 1887 Eddington, Penobscot, Maine
Children: Howard, Georgia, adopted son Walter

Died 12 May 1943 Bangor, Penobscot, Maine

Burial: Hillside Cemetery, Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Sources
1870 US Census for Maine (2y old)

Note: no middle initial given

Marriage: Maine Marriages 1771-1907 Film 10848 Batch M52167-1

Family Search
Her granddaughter, Bessie

Horace William Hapworth

Horace William Hapworth

Born 25 Jun 1870 Eddington, Penobscot, Maine

Married Katherine Ann (Kate) Smith 27 Jan 1892 Eddington, Penobscot, Maine (Divorced)

Children: Eliza

Horace is showing in the 1880 US Census as the 'adopted' son of Harvey and Ellen Thompson in Dedham, Hancock, Maine. He was 10 years old. His mother had died two years before. I did not find his father anywhere in the 1880 US Census, though he was in the census before.

Died 30 May 1924 Howe, Butte, Idaho

Buried Salmon City Cemetery, Salmon, Lemhi, Idaho

Plot: K-071-04

Sources
1880 US Census for Maine

Marriage: Maine Marriages 1771-1907 Film 10848 Batch M52167-1

Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=27474403

Family Search

Reverend Horation Nelson Hapworth and wife

(Reverend) Horatio (Happy) Nelson Hapworth

Born 5 Jan 1874 Eddington, Penobscot, Maine

Married 1) Vina Lizzie Fickett about 1901

Children: Anna (Faustena), Carl, Pearl, Louisa, Charles, Gladys

2) Bertha Gordon

Military: Age 23: Was on special duty at 2nd Division 3rd Corp Hospital from 31 Jul to 16 Aug 1898. Rank: Private Perhaps he was there as a chaplain?

Died Aug 1957 Mechanic Falls, Androscoggin, Maine

Sources

Newspaper: Lewiston Daily Sun 10 Aug 1946 page 11 mentions Advent Christian Camp Meeting. It appears that it lasted at least from Wednesday-Sunday and several things took place. On that Thursday when the annual business meeting took place, Reverend Horatio (of Mechanic Falls) was elected to be of the New England school of Theology. link: http://news.google.com/newspapers?nid=1928&dat=19480810&id=eJU0AAAAIBAJ&sjid=SWgFAAAAIBAJ&pg=6024,3484053

Military: Annual report by Maine Adjutant General's office, Appendix, page 121 and page 25

His first wife, Vina's, obituary
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=86645708
Family Search

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."