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Monday, October 1, 2012

Benjamin Franklin Severance 1821-1865 and Betsey Britton 1825-1908

Benjamin Franklin "Frank" Severance
Born 16 Jan 1821
Parents: Elihu Severance
Married Betsy Britton abt 1848 Iowa
Owned land in Wisconsin
Military: Co F 9th Regiment, Iowa Calvary, McGregor Iowa (3 years)
Died 29 Apr 1865 Barneston, Gage, Nebraska Note: supposedly on his way home from the Civil War, he contracted "lung fever" and died. He is listed as a deserter
Sources
Letter to my sister in law
Desertion: same letter
Land: ancestry.com
Betsy Britton
Born 7 Jan 1825 Steubenville, Ohio
Parents: Alexander Britton
Married 2) John Kiler
Died 2 Aug 1908 Son-in-law Isaac Kiler's farm, Beatrice, Gage, Nebraska
Buried Barneston, Nebraska
Sources
1900 US Census for Barneston, Gage, Nebraska (age 75)
Letter to my sister in law

CHILDREN

Lucy M Severance
Born abt 1848 Iowa
Married Thomas S Jones abt 1873 Iowa
Children: Clarence, Claude
Sources
1880 US Census for Maple Valley, Buena Vista, Iowa page 69B (age 22)
Note: In census, birthplace listed as Michigan
1910 US Census for Wessington Springs, Jerauld, South Dakota , page 12 (age 54)
Note: In census, birthplace listed as Wisconsin
1920 US Census for Jerauld County, South Dakota (age 62)
Note: In census, birthplace is listed as Illinois
Ancestry.com

William and Emma headstone

Emma Severance
Born 12 Feb 1851 Prarie Du Chien, Crawford, Missouri
Married William Henry Smith 12 Mar 1867
Children: Cora, Minnie, Vida, Iva, Clare, Bessie
Died 18 May 1929 McCook, Red Willow, Nebraska
Sources
Family Group Record prepared by Cleta Marianne Fisher 2004
1880 US Census for Driftwood, Red Willow, Nebraska (age 29)
1900 US Census for Red Willow, Nebraska page 6B (age 49)
1910 US Census for Willow Grove, Red Willow, Nebraska p 8 (age 59) 1920 US Census for Red Willow, Nebraska (Widowed, age 68)
Ancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/15663400/emma-smith
Philamina (Phila) Severance
Born 27 Dec 1852 Iowa
Married Charles Smith 25 Jul 1869 Mottsville, Michigan
Children: ? , Charles , Guy
Died 13 Nov 1933 Beatrice, Gage, Nebraska
Buried: Evergreen Home Cemetery, Beatrice, Gage, Nebraska
Note: Midland Section 36
Sources
http://iagenweb.org/benton/bios/kiler.htm
1900 US Census for Barneston, Gage, Nebraska (age 48)
1910 US Census for Gage, Nebraska page 1 (age 57)
Note: Her name is misspelled Bhila
1920 US Census for Gage, nebraska (age 67)
1930 US Census for Beatrice, Gage, Nebraska (age 77)
Note: Guy and his wife, Thelma, are living with them
Ancestry.com
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/187977443/phila-smith
Clarice "Clara" Severance
Born 20 Feb 1854 Marion County, Ohio
Married Isaac Kiler 24 Jul 1870 Benton County, Iowa
Note: Isaac's mother's name on the marriage record is Betsy Kiler - so they may have put the name of the bride's mother on the wrong line (mother of groom); otherwise, this could be a stepbrother that she married
Children: Perley (male)
Died 12 Jan 1937 Barneston, Gage, Nebraska
Sources
Source: History of Gage County, Nebraska By Hugh Jackson Dobbs.Western Publishing & Engraving Company, Lincoln, Neb. 1918. Pages 1052-1053
Marriage: Iowa marriages 1809-1992 Batch M02723-4 page 211 1880 US Census for Maple Valley, Buena Vista, Iowa (age 25)
1920 US Census for Gage, Nebraska
Ancestry.com
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/59198041/clarice-kiler
Edwin W (Edward) Severance
Born 5 Sep 1860 McGregor, Iowa
Married 1) Clara Newman (Neumann) 13 Dec 1885 Barneston, Gage, Nebraska
Note: his name is given as E.W. Severance in record and his father's name as "Frank"
Children: Clair, Hazel
2) Ida Thatcher
Died 13 Jun 1939 Los Angeles, California
Sources
Marriage to Clara: Nebraska, Marriages, 1855-1995 Batch M00316-7 Film 1940547 ref 247
1910 US Census for Barneston, Gage, Nebraska
Note: his name is given as Edward not Edwin
1920 US Census for Carbon County,Wyoming (age 59)
1930 US Census for Los Angeles, California (age 69, married to Ida, living with daughter Hazel's family)
Ancestry.com

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Thomas East abt 1706 Isabel Newman 1710-1742

Thomas East
Born abt 1706 of Kneesworth, Bassingbourne, Cambridge, England
NOTE: There is a Thomas East in Riby, Lincoln, England christened 27 Oct 1700 which makes him a possibility -Lincoln is next to Cambridgeshire. However, it is about 129 miles away.
Married: 23 Mar 1731 Steeple Morden, Cambridge, England
Note: He likely remarried as the widowed father of infant twins and other small children
Isabel Newman (Numand, Newmand)
Christened: 22 Dec 1710 Bassingbourne, Cambridge, England
Note: Surname in record is Newmand
Parents: Alexander Numand and Isabel (unknown surname)
Buried: 13 Feb 1742 Bassingbourne, Cambridge, England
Sources
Christened: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 1040367 Batch C00794-9
Burial: England Deaths and Burials 1538-1991 Film 1040367 Batch B00295-2 Ref pg 112
Ancestral File

CHILDREN

Mary East
Christened 25 Mar 1733 Bassingbourne, Cambridge, England
Sources
England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 1040367 Batch C00794-9 item 12
Ancestral File
*Thomas East
Christened 23 Mar 1734 Bassingbourne, Cambridge, England
Note: His christening has two records - one in 1734 and one in 1735.
Married: Susannah Ratford 29 Jun 1756 Bassingbourne, Cambridge, England
Children: William, John, Thomas, Ratford, Elizabeth, James
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 1818363 Batch C01991-8
Ancestral File
Note: There is an 8 year span between these siblings, but I haven't found any other children for Thomas and Isabel
Susannah East
Born: abt Feb 1742
Christened 9 Apr 1742 Bassingbourne, Cambridge, England
Note: TWIN to Elizabeth. Name in record is spelled Susanah
Did not find record of a marriage
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 1040367 Batch C00794-9
Elizabeth East
Born: abt Feb 1742
Christened 9 Apr 1742 Bassingbourne, Cambridge, England
Note: TWIN to Susannah
Married: Abraham Pateman 27 Sep 1760 Bassingbourne, Cambridge, England
Children: Jonathan, William, Abram, Samuel, Elizabeth, Abram, Richard, Joseph
Sources:
Marriage: England Marriages 1538-1973 Film 1040367 Batch M13408-1 item 17
Marriage: England Marriages 1538-1973 Film 1818363 Batch M01480-5 page 48

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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."