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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Joseph Asquith 1712 Isabell Morris 1712-1751

Josephus (Joseph) Asquith

Christening 29 Feb 1712 Woodkirk, York, England
Note: Originally, the family group sheet listed his birth year 1705, but, upon further research, I found his parents had 2 Josephs - one in 1705 and one in 1712. I used the second one because the first likely died. The dates still work, though it means he was married when he was about 18 instead of 25.
Parents: Johannis (John) Asquith and Elizabeth Slingsley
Married Isabell Morris 1 Feb 1730 All Saints, Wakefield, York, England
Note: His surname was spelled Askwith in the marriage record.
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0840006 Batch C041641 dated 1652-1812
Marriage: IGI Film 0098548 Batch M018302 dated 1730-1753

Isabell Morris

Born abt 1712 Wakefield, England
Buried 1 Jul 1751 Woodkirk, West Ardsley, York England
Sources
Burial: England Deaths and Burials 1538-1991 Batch I05582-1 Film 1542170 D 108/37 it 14

CHILDREN

Note: The first three children I based on time/location. The parents were married in 1730. On my original FGS, the children started with Joshua. Then, as I began to research, common sense told me it was likely they had other children born to their union - earlier than Joshua (especially with 6 years of marriage before he was born). I searched the local area. Heartshead is only 6.3 walking miles to Woodkirk/West Ardsley.

James Asquith

Christened 8 Aug 1731 Heartshead, York, England
Buried 23 Jan 1733 Hartshead, York, England
Sources
England Births and Christenings 1528-1975 Batch C02644-8 Film 1542089 item 2
Burial: England Deaths and Burials 1538-1991 Batch B03711-9 Film 1542089 it 2 p 234
Robert Asquith
Christened 6 May 1733 Heartshead, York, England
Died 23 Jan 1734 Heartshead, York, England
Sources
England Births and Christenings 1528-1975 Batch P00908-1 Film 496808
Samuel Asquith
Christened 31 Oct 1734 Heartshead, York, England
Married Susanna Clegg 13 Sep 1757 Dewsbury, York, England
Children: Joseph, Sarah, Samuel, Samuel, Ann, Jane
Sources
England Births and Christenings 1528-1975 Batch C02644-8 Film 1542089 item 2
Marriage: England Marriages 1538-1973 Batch M00905-3 Film 990586
*Joshua Asquith
Christened 1 Aug 1736 Woodkirk,York, England
Married Jane Spencely 4 Sep 1755 St Peter, Leeds, York, England
Note: His surname is spelled Askwith on the record
Children: John, Joseph, Twin boys, Joseph, Mary, Jane, Joshua, Ellin, Matthew

Sources

Christening: IGI Film 0840006 Batch C041641 dated 1652-1812
Marriage: IGI Film 0476870 Batch M009622 dated 1754-1769
Grace Asquith
Christened 7 Mar 1738 Woodkirk, York, England
Buried 5 Mar 1741 Woodkirk, West Ardsley, York, England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0599301,917,145645 Batch P009561 dated 1717-1812
Burial: England Deaths and Burials 1538-1991 Batch I05588-7 Film 1542170 D 108/36 it 13

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Joshua Asquith 1734 Jane Spencely 1735

Joshua Asquith
Christened 7 Jan 1734 Bramley By Leeds, York, England
Parents: Joseph Asquith and Isabell Morris
Married Jane Spencely 4 Sep 1755 Saint Peter, Leeds, York, England
Note: His surname is spelled Askwith on the marriage record.
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0599301 Batch P009561 dated 1717-1812
Marriage: IGI Film 0476870 Batch M009622 dated 1754-1769

Jane Spencely
Christened 13 Apr 1735 Helmsley, York, England
Note: surname is spelled Spencley on record
Parents: William Spencely - no mother listed
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0990787 Batch C108372 dated 1716-1812

CHILDREN

John Asquith
Christened 4 Sep 1757 Armley, York, England
Note: surname spelled Askwith on record
Sources
IGI Film 6073564 Batch P009541 dated 1664-1711
Joseph Asquith
Born 31 Mar 1760
Christened 25 May 1760 St Peter, Leeds, York, England
Died pre-1762
Sources
IGI Film 0599914-19 Batch P009621 dated 1572-1776

Twin boys were born and died in 1761

Joseph Asquith
Born 25 Feb 1762
Christened 11 Apr 1762 St Peter, Leeds, York, England
Possible Marriage to Susanna Barker 4 Oct 1784 St Peter, Leeds, York, England
Children: William
Burial 1766 - but that is from Family Search and I can't find evidence he died
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 0599914-19 Batch P009621 dated 1572-1776
Marriage: England Marriages 1538-1973 Batch M00962-4 Film 918375
Mary Asquith
Born 12 Jan 1765
Christened 10 Feb 1765 St Peter, Leeds, York, England
Possible marriage to John Craven 5 Oct 1783 St Peter, Leeds, York, England
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 0599914-19 Batch P009621 dated 1572-1776
Marriage: England Marriages 1538-1973 Batch M00962-4 Film 918375
*Jane Asquith
Born 12 Aug 1767
Christened 13 Sep 1767 St Peter, Leeds, York, England
Married Francis Dunwell 17 Mar 1788 St Peter, Leeds, York, England
Children: Mary, Jane, Ann, Francis, William, Rose, Harriot, John, Abraham, Joanna, Maryann, Martha
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 0599914-19 Batch P009621 dated 1572-1776
Marriage: England Marriages 1538-1973 Batch M00962-4 Film 918375
Joshua Asquith
Born 3 Jan 1770
Christened 7 Feb 1770 St Peter, Leeds, York, England
Sources
IGI Film 0599914-19 Batch P009621 dated 1572-1776
Ellin Asquith
Born 20 Dec 1771
Christened 2 Feb 1772 St Peter, Leeds, York, England
Sources
IGI Film 0599914-19 Batch P009621 dated 1572-1776
Matthew Asquith
Born 25 Jan 1774 Sarah's burial record England Deaths and Burials
Marriage to Ann: England Marriages Film 1542170 Batch I015591 Ref# D 108/39 it 16
Christening 1 Mar 1774 St Peter, Leeds, York, EnglandMarried 1) Sarah (died Nov 1807 in West Ardsley)
2) Ann Kitson 29 Feb 1808 West Ardsley, Woodkirk, York, England
Burial 7 Mar 1821 West Ardsley, Woodkirk, England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0599914 IT 3 v 1 Batch P009621 dated 1572-1776
England Deaths and Burials Batch I05591-0 Film 1542170 Ref # D 108/37 IT 14

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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."