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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

Thomas East 1734 Susannah Ratford1724

Thomas East
Christened 23 Mar 1734 in Bassingbourne, Cambridge, England
Parents: Thomas East and Isabel Newman
Married: Susanna Ratford 29 Jun 1756 in Bassingbourne, Cambridge, England
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings Film 1040367 Batch C00794-9 item 12
Marriage: England Marriages 1538-1975 Film 1040367 Batch M13408-1 item 17
Family Search
Susannah Ratford
Born 11 Jun 1724 in Whaddon, Cambridge, England
Christened: 10 Jun 1724 in Whaddon, Cambridge, England
Note: Given name spelled Susanna on the record
Parents: William Ratford and Susannah Johnson
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 0990297 Batch C073451 Dated 1599-1851
Family Search

CHILDREN

*William East
Christened 6 Nov 1756 Bassingbourne, Cambridge, England
Note: Name abbreviated as Wm in record
Buried: 27 Oct 1840 Whaddon, Cambridge, England
Married: Mary Peters 20 Mar 1790 Meldreth, Cambridge, England
Children: William, Chamberlain
Sources
ancestry.com
Christening: IGI Film 0990376 Batch 109771 Dated 1558-1851
Family Search
John East
Christened 20 Aug 1758 Bassingbourne, Cambridge, England
Note: Father's name abbreviate to Tho. in record
Married: Mary Matthews 22 Oct 1782 Meldreth, Cambridge, England
Children: John, Lucy, Mary, Sarah, Thomas, James
Sources:
Family Search
Christening: IGI Film 0990297 Batch C073471 dated 1599-1851
England Births and Christenings Film 1818363 Batch C01991-8
Marriage: IGI Film 0990297 IT 6 Batch M073471 dated 1599-1851
England Marriages Film 990297 Batch M07347-1
Thomas East
Christened 11 Jan 1761 Bassingbourne, Cambridge, England
Note: Name and father's name abbreviated as Thos. in record
Married: Jane Traves 17 Apr 1781 Bassingbourne, Cambridge, England
Note: Brides surname given as Trave in record. In her christening record, her surname is given as Traves or Graves
Sources
England Births and Christenings Film 1818363 Batch C01991-8
England Marriages Film 1040367 Batch M13408-1 item 17
Ratford East
Christened 2 Jan 1763 Bassingbourne, Cambridge, England
Note: Father's name abbreviated Tho. in record
Did not find a marriage
Sources
England Births and Christenings Film 1040327 Batch C00794-9 item 12
Elizabeth East
Christened 30 Dec 1764 Bassingbourne, Cambridge, England
Note: Name abbreviated Eliz in record
Did not find a marriage for her
Sources
England Births and Christenings Film 1040327 Batch C00794-9 item 12
James East
Christened 15 Mar 1767 Bassingbourne, Cambridge, England
Note: Name abbreviated Jams in record
Married: Ann Harlock 1788 Great Shelford, Cambridge, England
Note: other researchers have him married to Ann Pearmain, but I can't find such a marriage record. If you know differently, I welcome sourced information.
Children: Mary, Susan, Ann, John, William
Sources
England Births and Christenings Film 1040327 Batch C00794-9 item 12
Marriage: England Marriages 1538-1975 Film 990398 Batch M13829-1

William East 1756-1840 Mary Peters 1764

William East
Christened 6 Nov 1756 in Bassingborn, Cambridge, England
Parents: Thomas East and Susannah Ratford
Married: Mary Peters 20 Mar 1790 Meldreth, Cambridge, England
Note: a possible second marriage in 1820 to Elizabeth Pearce
Died 27 Oct 1840 England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0990376 Batch C109771 Dated 1558-1851
Mary Peters
Christened 24 Jun 1764 in Meldreth, Cambridge, England
Parents: Brandson Peters and Susan East
Note: perhaps her father's name is misspelled?
Sources
Ancestral File

CHILDREN

*William East
Christened: 26 May 1793 in Whaddon, Cambridge, England
Married: Ann Easy 26 Oct 1814 in Whaddon, Cambridge, England
Children: Mary, Thomas, Sarah, Ann, Lidia, Jane, Hannah, George, Ruth, Emma, Jabez
Sources
Christening: IGI film 0990297 Batch C073451 Dated 1599-1851
Marriage: IGI Film 0990297 Batch M073451 Dated 1599-1851
Chamberlain East
Christened 3 Oct 1797 Whaddon, Cambridge, England
Note: I never found a marriage for him and I think I would have because of his unique name. However, I haven't found a death record either. Maybe he went by a nickname?
Sources
Christening: IGI film 0990297 Batch C073451 Dated 1599-1851

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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."