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Friday, January 8, 2010

Jonathan Ogden 1646-1732 Rebecca Wood 1648

The Ogden family is afflicted with misinformation perpetuated by the infamous Gustave Anjou, a fake genealogist. This is why you need to find original sources when possible.

Transcription of headstone:
Here Lyeth ye Body of Mr Jonathan Ogden
Decd Jan. ye 3d 1732 in ye 86th year of his Age.
My Life was Christ my Death is gain
This bed gives ease To all my pain
My Dust is safe my Soul at home
To meet with Joy when Christ shall come

-H-
6th Great Grandfather

Jonathan Ogden
Parents: Unknown

Born 11 January 1646 Probably Southampton, Long Island, New York
Married Rebecca Wood abt 1674
Died 3 Jan 1732 New Jersey
Buried First Presbyterian Churchyard, Elizabeth, Union, New Jersey
Sources
Family Search

ancestry.com

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7151820/jonathan-ogden

"Here
Lieth ye Body
of Rebekah Og
den of Elifabethtown
born in November
in the year 1648 who
Departed this Life
ye 1th Day of September
Anno Domini 1722"

Rebecca Wood
Born Nov 1648
Died 11 Sep 1722 Elizabethtown, Union, New Jersey
Buried First Presbyterian Churchyard, Elizabeth, Union, New Jersey

Sources
Family Search

ancestry.com

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6079243/rebekah_ogden

CHILDREN

*Jonathan Ogden
Born abt 1676 New Jersey
Married Elizabeth Wheeler (?)

Children:
Died 10 Jun 1732

Buried

Sources
Family Search

ancestry.com

Samuel Ogden
Born abt 1678 New Jersey
Married 1) Hannah J Schellinger 10 Sep 1707

2) Rachel Gardner
Died 1715 New Jersey

Sources
Family Search

ancestry.com

Rebecca Ogden
Born abt 1680 New Jersey
Married James Ralph

Sources
Family Search

ancestry.com

Hannah Ogden

Born Abt 1682 New Jersey
Married John Meeker abt 1692

Died 1730

Sources
Family Search

ancestry.com

His epitaph reads:
Here lieth the remains of Robert Ogden, Esq. Obit (Died) 30 Nov 1733 age 46
One dear to God, to man most dear, A Saint in both Church and State, Whose soul doth with bright angels mate, His name immortal shall remain Till this cold clay revives again.

Robert Ogden
Born abt 1687 New Jersey
Married 1) Hannah Crane 1712 (died in 1726)
Children: Hannah, Robert, Phoebe, Moses, Elihu, David
2) Phoebe Roberts 1727

Note: widow of Jonathan Baldwin with whom she had Joanna and Matthias
Children: Rebecca, Mary, Sarah
Died 30 Nov 1733 Elizabethtown, Union, New Jersey

Buried First Presbyterian Churchyard, Elizabeth, Union, New Jersey

NOTE: his stone wears evidence of being struck by a musket ball during the June 1780 revolutionary war battle of Springfield.
Sources
Book: The Halstead and Ogden Families by Elizabeth Ross King, 1896, New York

Family Search

ancestry.com

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/6079275/robert_ogden

John Ogden 1700-1780 Mary Osborn 1705-1758

Note: the book mentioned below "Ogden Family etc." relied in part on Gustav Anjou, a liar and a thief who faked many family lines and extorted many thousands of dollars from people looking for family members. Thankfully, more sources were used, such as wills and other documents.

John Ogden Headstone

John Ogden

Born 22 Nov 1700 Elizabethtown, Union, New Jersey

Parents: John Ogden and Elizabeth (no surname)

Married Mary Osborn 8 Oct 1722 East Hampton, Long Island, New York

Died 15 Nov 1780 Elizabethtown, Union, New Jersey

Buried First Presbyterian Churchyard, Elizabeth, Union, New Jersey

The will of John Ogden was made June 6, 1779, and proved Dec. 10, 1780. In it he bequeathed to gr. sons Jonathan and Ezekiel Ogden the property he then occupied and formerly belonging to his brother Jonathan Ogden, dec'd. To dau. Abigail Pierson he gave £100, his silver tankard and one half his silver spoons. To dau. Phebe Magie £100, his silver teapot, milk-pot, and one half his silver spoons. To gr. son Jonathan Ogden his desk (directing that Jonathan give his father's desk to his brother John), his riding-chaise, and one half his wearing apparel. To gr. son Ezekiel Ogden, his clock, one half his wearing apparel and the desk that was his father's, his sword and trammels and andirons in both rooms, and his silver buckles. To gr. children Betsy and Zerviah Ogden, children of his son John, dec'd, £10 each when 18 yrs. of age or when married. He also names gr. son John (not 21 yrs. old), gr. dau's Rebecca Price and Mary Earle, also children of gr. dau. Phebe Mulford, dec'd. His son John's widow was to have one room in the house, pasture for her cow, and wood to burn as long as she remained a widow.

Sources

Ancestral File
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7237250/john-ogden

From book: The Ogden Family...compiled by William Ogden Wheeler page 9, 11-38

Mary Osborn Ogden headstone

Mary Osborn
Born 22 May 1706 Elizabethtown, Union, New Jersey

Died 15 Apr 1758 Elizabethtown, Union, New Jersey

Sources

Ancestral File

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7237227/mary-ogden

CHILDREN

Abigail Ogden

Born 30 Mar 1725 Elizabethtown, Union, New Jersey

Married John McPierson

Died 18 Mar 1872 Elizabeth, Union, New Jersey

Sources

Family Search
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7237246/abigail-pierson

Mary Ogden Meeker headstone

Mary Ogden
Born 16 Jun 1728 Elizabethtown, Union, New Jersey
Married Michael Meeker
Died 10 Oct 1757 (29 years old)

Buried First Presbyterian Churchyard, Elizabeth, Union, New Jersey
Sources
Ancestral File
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/22653086/mary-meeker

John Ogden Headstone

John Ogden

Born 23 Jun 1733 Elizabethtown, Union, New Jersey
Married

1)Elizabeth Pearson (died in 1763 at the age of 30)

2) Joanna Quigley
Died 1 Feb 1777 (44 years old)

Buried First Presbyterian Churchyard, Elizabeth, Union, New Jersey
Sources
Family Search
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7237236/john-ogden

Phoebe Ogden Magie headstone
I can't read it, but this is what
was shown on findagrave and it
is next to John's, which is readable

Phoebe Ogden

Born 25 Aug 1734 Elizabethtown, Union, New Jersey
Married John Magie
Died 10 Jul 1798 Elizabethtown, Union, New Jersey

Buried First Presbyterian Churchyard, Elizabeth, Union, New Jersey
Sources
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/8926560/phebe-magie
Family Search

Jonathan Ogden headstone

*Jonathan Ogden

Born 26 Aug 1736 Port Tobacco, Charles, Maryland
Married Nancy Anne Howell 1766
Died 13 Aug 1807

Buried together in Ogden Family Graveyard, West Virginia
Sources
Family Search
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/11479078/jonathan-ogden

Note: Most pedigree charts show he was the son of the parents listed above. The one I had claimed as much. However, no source or documentation demonstrating this has been found. Note that the 'siblings' are all born in New Jersey, not Maryland. According to findagrave, it is more likely that he was a descendant of either James Ogden or Jonathan Ogden who were transported to Maryland in 1660 and 1680 (see "The New Early Settlers of Maryland" by Dr. Carson Gibb)

Ezekiel Ogden headstone

Ezekiel Ogden

Born 23 Jun 1741 Elizabethtown, Union, New Jersey
Married Elizabeth (surname unknown)
Died 5 Jan 1776 (25 years old)

Buried First Presbyterian Churchyard, Elizabeth, Union, New Jersey
Sources
Family Search
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7237232/ezekiel-ogden

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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."