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Saturday, January 30, 2010

Henry Cox 1625-1675 Elizabeth 1634-1688

Henry Cox
Christened 5 Feb 1625 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Parents Humphrey Cox and Elizabeth Asher
Married abt 1660 England
Buried 12 Apr 1675 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Sources
Ancestral File

Elizabeth (unknown surname)
abt 1634 England
Buried 31 Oct 1688 Attenborough, Nottingham, England
Sources
Ancestral File

CHILDREN

*Henry
Christened abt 1661 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Married Ann Lomas 16 Jan 1692 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Sources
Ancestral File
Thomas
Christened 25 Dec 1662 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Sources
Ancestral File
Thomas
Christened 18 Nov 1663 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Sources
Ancestral File
Elizabeth
Christened 16 Jul 1665 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Sources
Ancestral File
Humphrey
Christened 26 May 1668 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Sources
Ancestral File

Henry Cox 1661-1721 Ann Lomas 1671-1737

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8th G grandfather

Henry Cox
Parents Henry Cox and Elizabeth (unknown surname)

Born about 1660 Bramcote, Nottingham, England

Christened: 18 Nov 1663 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Married 1) Elizabeth Day 28 Sep 1687 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
2) Ann Lomas 16 Jan 1692 St Nicholas, Lenton, Nottingham, England
Died: July 1721 Bramcote, Nottingham, England

Buried 30 Jul 1721 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Sources
Marriage to Elizabeth: Nottingham Parish Registers page 64
Marriage to Ann: Lenton Marriages page 137 And Nottingham, England extracted Church of England Parish Records
Family Search
ancestry.com

Marriage of Henry and Ann Lomas

Ann Lomas
Parents: Edward Lomas and Elizabeth Salmon

Born abt 1671 England
Buried 17 Jul 1737 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

CHILDREN with Ann

Note: there are 3 sets of twins!

Henry Cox (twin of Lancelot)
Christened 10 May 1694 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Buried 19 Sep 1720 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

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7th G Grandfather
Lancelot Cox (twin of Henry)
Christened 10 May 1694 Bramcote, Nottingham, England

Note: you have to go to a family history center to see the original record
Occupation: framework knitter (this was in his sister's marriage record because he was the bondsman for the marriage)

Married Mary Cliff 21 May 1720 St. John the Baptist Parish Church, Beeston, Nottingham, England

Lancelot Cox and Mary Cliff marriage record

Children: Henry, William, Thomas
Died: March 1770

Buried 20 Mar 1770
Sources
Christening: England, Nottingham Church Records

Marriage to Mary Cliffe: Beeston Marriage Registers, as shown above from online: http://www.beeston-notts.co.uk/phill_marr_vol4.shtml

Family Search
ancestry.com
Elizabeth Cox
Christened 18 Jul 1696 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Married James Orme (framework knitter, bachelor) 24 Feb 1724 Lenton, Nottingham, England

James and Elizabeth's marriage record
Note that her brother, Lancelot is mentioned. Note: the year used to begin in March, so I changed 1723 to reflect current calendars.

Children: James, Samuel, Joseph, Elizabeth, James, Mary, Ann

Died

Buried
Sources
Marriage: Abstracts of Marriage Licenses

Family Search
ancestry.com
Mary Cox
Christened 18 Feb 1698 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Married John Dorman Jr. 12 Oct 1714 Attenborough, Nottingham, England
Children: John, Mary, Joseph, George

Note: I could not find one source to link these children to Mary and John as of July 2021

Died

Buried
Sources
Marriage: England Select Marriages

Family Search
ancestry.com
John Cox (twin to Hannah)
Christened 22 Jul 1700 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Buried 14 Aug 1700 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
Hannah Cox (twin to John)
Christened 22 Jul 1700 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Buried 6 Aug 1700 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
Joseph Cox (twin to Benjamin)
Christened 13 Oct 1705 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Buried 2 Nov 1705 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
Benjamin Cox (twin to Joseph)
Christened 13 Oct 1705 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Buried 2 Nov 1705 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

Lancelot Cox 1694-1770 Mary Clyffe 1687

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6th GGrandparents

Lancelot Cox
Parents: Henry Cox and Ann Lomas
Christened 10 May 1694 Bramcote, Nottingham, England
Occupation: Frame Work Knitter
Married (Widow) Mary Cliffe 21 May 1720 Beeston, Nottingham, England
Religion: Anglican
Death: March 1770 Beeston, Nottingham, England
Burial 26 Mar 1770 St John the Baptist, Beeston, Nottingham, England
Sources
Marriage: Nottinghamshire, England, Extracted Church of England Parish Records, 1538-1837 AND England Phillimore Marriage Registers; Nottingham Marriage Registers Volume 6 Image #78
Burial date and Religion: findmypast, Nottinghamshire Burial Index
Occupation: his children's christening records
Family Search
ancestry.com

Mary Cliffe
Parents: William Cliffe and Mary Betteridge
Christened 18 Mar 1687 Beeston, Nottingham, England
Married 1) John Stocks 13 Dec 1717 Beeston, Nottingham, England

Note: John died before May of 1720

Both Marriages for Mary: first to John, then Lancelot

Children with John: Joseph
Died
Buried
Sources
Marriage to Lancelot: Nottinghamshire, England, Extracted Church of England Parish Records, 1538-1837
Marriage to John AND Lancelot: http://www.beeston-notts.co.uk/phill_marr_vol3.shtml
Family Search
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CHILDREN

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5th Greatgrandparents

*Henry Cox
Christened 30 Jul 1721 Beeston, Nottingham, England
Religion: Anglican
Married Mary Marshall 12 Nov 1751 St John the Baptist parish church, Beeston, Nottingham, England
Note: her surname is spelled with one l instead of 2 in the record (see below - it's blurry but discernable.

Henry and Mary's marriage from Vol 4 of Beeston Marriages found online
see link below in Sources section

Children: William, Henry, Henry, Thomas, Mary, Sarah
Died October 1769 Beeston, Nottingham, England
Buried 20 Oct 1769 Beeston, Nottingham, England
Sources
Marriage: http://www.beeston-notts.co.uk/phill_marr_vol4.shtml AND Nottinghamshire, England, Extracted Church of England Parish Records, 1538-1837 AND Nottingham Marriages Index
Family Search
ancestry.com

William Cox
Christened 21 Mar 1724 Beeston, Nottingham, England
Died 21 March 1724 Beeston, Nottingham, England
Buried 21 March 1724 Beeston, Nottingham, England
Sources
Burial: Nottinghamshire Burial Index
Family Search
ancestry.com

Thomas Cox
Christened 10 Mar 1728 Beeston, Nottingham, England
Died: June 1731 Beeston, Nottingham, England
Buried 13 June 1731 Beeston, Nottingham, England
Sources
Christening: Nottingham Baptisms Index
Burial: Nottinghamshire Burial Index
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."