Showing posts with label Family History. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family History. Show all posts

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Mother and Me

As Richard, Janet and I were about to leave El Cajon after a wonderful Christmas visit I thought it would be a good idea to get a picture of Mother and me. Here is my favorite.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Happy Birthday Grandma Harmon!

Elizabeth Thomas Shaw Harmon, known to many as Bessie, was born today in 1892. I don't have a digital picture of Grandma handy but did want to recognize her birthday. This is a picture of the sugar bowl that was a wedding present to her parents. In this picture it is on a doily her mother, Elizabeth Thomas Shaw made. The sugar bowl is something she probably grew up using. Guess it wasn't in the large tub of dishes she was carrying between the dining room and kitchen and dropped. Her comment over the broken dishes, "Thank goodness they weren't washed!" Apparently doing dishes was not a favorite chore. For awhile she succeeded in avoiding doing the dishes by visiting the outhouse - until her Grandma caught on and made sure it didn't happen again.

I had always known Grandma Harmon as a very refined, gracious woman. That is until her mother came to visit us for several weeks in the fall of 1962. Grandma Shaw told us stories that have entertained generations. From trying to convince the Indians mud was a very effective soap for hand washing to fleeing from the dentist's office raising her hands high over her head, "Minnie (her older sister) saved my life! Minnie saved my life!" There were the baby buggy (occupied by infants) races - of course always sedately walked in front of the home. One lunch time when asked to fix a bite to eat for her mother and grandmother, Grandma did just that. When she called them in for lunch they found a bite of bread on each plate! At Grandma's viewing the night before her funeral one of her teenage friends told me the story of how Bessie did her best to embarrass this friend when she was the queen of a parade. One of my favorite stories is how as a newly-wed, her brother-in-law challenged her to an Indian wrestling match. Grandma demurred saying she hadn't brought any pants. Then she went home and practiced with her brothers. The next time this brother-in-law challenged her she accepted - and promptly flipped him. And who doesn't enjoy the story of her scheme to get her father to re-hitch the horses and head back into town to get her some chocolates - the only thing that would make her feel better.

Grandma certainly had a sense of humor and enjoyed life. She was also compassionate and charitable. When she was in her 50's she volunteered to take care of her younger brother's infant son when his wife died in childbirth. She took care of Larry for several years and made sure to send letters and pictures to his father (Byron) so he could be part of his son's growing up. Later when her parents needed more care than they could provide for themselves, Grandma brought them to her home and lovingly cared for them. Grandma served for many years in Relief Society and was a faithful temple attender. Towards the end of my freshman year at BYU I was a little concerned about going home for the summer and having to give up my "freedom" I had enjoyed while living away from home. I asked her advice and she gave good counsel.

Grandma was my escort when I received my endowments. When Grandma passed away in 1984 Mother chose to buy new temple clothing to bury her mother in and gave me Grandma's temple clothing. They washed up beautifully and I have enjoyed using them for many years. They were what she wore when she was my escort and in a sense Grandma came to the temple with me every time I went.

Happy Birthday Grandma! I look forward to being with you again.
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Monday, May 4, 2009

Our Pioneer Ancestry: Elizabeth Holbrook Shaw

My intent was to post a short sketch of Elizabeth H. Shaw's life along with her picture. She led such a note-worthy and intriguing life it was had to leave anything out. It is a story well-worth reading.

Elizabeth Holbrook Shaw is a fascinating and remarkable woman. She was born at Arnold, Nottingham, England July 8, 1845 to John and Mary Ann Jeffery Holbrook. Her father died when she was three months old. She was the youngest of 5 children. (There is some discrepancy as to the number but her autobiography says there were five children twelve and under.) The family joined the church when she was nine.

She was six or seven when she began working to help the family finances. She worked at two bleach factories (they bleached woman’s stockings) walking a mile each way to the first and then four miles each way to the second because it paid better. Her next job was at a silk and lace factory. Because of her dependability she was soon given a position at the machines. One day her arm got caught in the machine’s cogs. Before the equipment could be stopped her arm was almost cut off. It took 21 weeks for it to heal enough for her to go back to work. She worked here until she was 16.

Two brothers immigrated to Brooklyn, New York in 1858. They were able to send enough money to bring the rest of the family to Brooklyn. They sailed on the “Benjamin Franklin” arriving in July 1861. Elizabeth now 16 found work at a tobacco factory. The next spring they joined William B. Preston’s wagon company arriving October 1, 1865. Ever industrious, she found a job stripping sugar cane in exchange for molasses. In November she went with a family to Providence in Cache Valley where she worked for her board. “Being a green English girl … they traded me out of all my good clothes as I always had plenty. My mother was a very proud woman and always kept us well dressed, our stomach could go short if need be but never our backs.”

On March 26, 1865 she married Henry Albert Shaw at Paradise where Henry taught school. They were among the first settlers in Paradise. There they built a log house and planted wheat. Their plan was to go to the Endowment House in SLC after the harvest to be sealed. They traveled by ox team. They stayed in the tithing yard where Henry found Emma Rogers, now a widow, whom he had known in England. Henry asked Elizabeth’s consent to marry Emma as a second wife the next day, October 20, 1865 after they were sealed. Prior to this Elizabeth and Emma hadn’t met. The enlarged family returned to Paradise but were caught in an early snow storm and had to walk from Mantua to Paradise about 15 miles. Elizabeth was 2 months away from having her first baby.

The two wives lived in harmony in a shared home, eating “at the same table”. When Elizabeth and Emma had 13 children between them, they “insisted in dividing the house between us each having five rooms.” Henry built a home with each wife having her own kitchen, bedroom, sitting room and pantry with a large stairway dividing downstairs and four large bedrooms upstairs.
Elizabeth took care of the children with help from a hired girl while Henry and Emma taught school. In 1872 when the Paradise Co-op was organized in a room in their home, Emma became the clerk and manager.

Henry died January 26, 1884 three months before their youngest child was born. Elizabeth homesteaded 160 acres in the Avon area raising cows and selling the butter. She would travel to Paradise each Sunday morning to attend church and return to the homestead in time for the evening milking. When the land was legally hers, she sold it and moved back to Paradise. She went to SLC for a course in nursing and obstetrics in 1886 or 7. She also had learned to make powders for nerves, teething and cancer. She was a sought after “doctor” for 30 years. Her picture hangs in the Doctors Room in the DUP headquarters museum.

When she was 51 one of Emma’s daughters had been in poor health and was concerned about surviving the delivery. She asked Elizabeth to take care of her baby if she died. The baby was a week old when the mother died. Elizabeth took care of the baby boy until he died at 7 months.

When Emma became an invalid Elizabeth cared for her for many years until her death in 1904.

In 1910, when she was 65, her youngest son’s wife left him and asked Elizabeth to take care of their two children, a 4-year-old girl and an 18-month boy. She raised the children to maturity.

She was a talented seamstress, the first milliner and dressmaker in Paradise. She made flour sacks for the mill and sold overalls. She did lovely embroidery and crochet. She made many hand-pieced quilts, doing “her stint” – one hand-pieced quilt block – every day irregardless of what else was going on in her life.

Elizabeth was a member of the Paradise Relief Society Presidency for 25 years. As there was no undertaker in town she prepared many bodies for burial. As president of the Sewing in Relief Society for 30 years she tended to the temple clothes and made “them for the living and the dead.” She also served in the primary organization and was active in community affairs.

From her autobiography: “I always despised poverty and would do anything to earn a dollar. My husband was the first school teacher at Paradise and continued to teach for about 15 years then his health began to fail and he discontinued teaching. He was also pioneer postmaster being P. M. from 1871 to his death in 1884. We are and always have been a happy family. My husband’s wife Emma died fifteen years ago but we still hold our family reunions and every member of my husband’s children are as dear to me as my own and they honor me and never forget my birthday no more than my own.”

She was always well-groomed and dressed. According to her granddaughter she “had sparkling black eyes, a ready smile and a quick answer.”

She was very ill the last four months of her life, living with her daughter, Elizabeth Bahen. She passed away December 30, 1928. She is buried in the Paradise Cemetery.

Sources:
Life History written by Ruby Williams Nielsen, a granddaughter
Life History written by herself, probably in 1916 when she was 71. All quotes, except the last, are from her autobiography.
Life Sketch by Carma Danielson
Obituary for Mrs. Elizabeth H. Shaw
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A Gem of a Find

My interest in exploring the internet for information on my ancestors lead to this find. It is the St. Issell church in Haroldston St. Issells, Pemborkeshire, Wales.

This is where David Thomas probably married Elizabeth Nash on 30 September 1828.
David and Elizabeth Thomas are my 3 great-grandparents.

photographed by Rosemary Bevan

http://www.dyfedfhs.org.uk/pem/pemhasi.htm

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Our Pioneer Ancestry - Samuel and Helen Mar Cutler Henderson

Janet's and my trip to Utah included a stop at the Daughters of Utah Pioneers Museum in Salt Lake City. Having previously researched via their website which of our Utah Pioneers had pictures and/or personal histories, we came prepared to find things - and we did. These pictures are from their collection and the brief biographies are from biographies I previously had, from those I found there and from websites I have recently discovered. This is my first installment.

These are photos of Samuel Henderson Jr. and his 3rd wife Helen Mar Cutler.

Samuel Henderson joined the church in Missouri and with his father's family moved to Nauvoo in the fall of 1839. Shortly after his arrival there he married Maryetta Coray. They had 3 children - the first died at birth and two others who had died by the time Maryetta left Samuel seven years after their marriage. He left Nauvoo in 1846, reaching Mt. Pisgah where he stayed for apparently two years. He was among the last to leave Nauvoo, probably staying to help harvest the crops and help his father and stepmother. When the mob forced them out of Nauvoo they apparently lost much of their belongings and benefited from the miracle of the quails. In the spring of 1849 he moved on to Council Bluffs. There he met Harriet Hawkins and married her in 1850 before they joined a company going to SLC. They first settled in Kaysville. On May 5, 1855 he married Helen Mar Cutler and Harriet received her endowments. They moved to Brigham City in 1862. In September of 1865 he married Mary Jane Chivers. In the fall of 1886 he went to Star Valley, Wyoming and eventually settled in Dry Creek. He was president of the 70s quorum in Star Valley. He died in 1904 and was taken to Clifton, Idaho for burial.

Helen and Samuel had 10 children together before they were divorced. Helen later married a William Marley.


Helen Mar Cutler was living in Clymer, New York when her family joined the church in 1843. She was 5 years old. They shortly thereafter moved to Nauvoo. Her father, Perley Cutler, died in in October of 1846 in Iowa a couple of months after her younger brother died. A month later, November 30th, another brother, Perley Pratt Cutler was born. In 1850, Helen (12), her mother, Caroline , and brother (3 1/2) left with the Milo Andrus Wagon Company for the Salt Lake Valley. To pay for their food and transportation Caroline and Helen knit socks by firelight and Helen drove an ox team. They first settled in the Sugar House area. Because her mother's health had suffered from the trek west, Helen assumed much of the work to care for the family. Her mother had remarried twice before Helen married Samuel Henderson in 1855. Samuel and Helen lived in Kaysville then the Brigham City area. She lived in Brigham City until she moved to Clifton, Idaho. She died there in March of 1904 and was buried there. (This information was culled from biographies of Samuel Henderson, Jr. and Caroline Sophia Freeman Cutler Van Valkenburgh Thompson Hawkins. The DUP has a personal history for Helen that we didn't have time to get.)

Websites for Samuel Henderson Sr. which include information on Samuel Henderson Jr. :
http://www.hendersonfamily.us/
http://www.carrollscorner.net/HendersonSamuel1785.htm


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Monday, March 2, 2009

PH

This weekend I found some amazing information on my Hazelbaker ancestory. My 5G grandfather, Peter Hazelbaker was conscripted into the British Army in Germany in 1778. He was one of the Hessian soldiers in the Revolutionary War. He was captured when Lord Cornwallis surrendered in Yorktown in October 1781. When it came time to exchange prisoners, Peter apparently decided he wanted to stay in America and hid in a barn. He married the daughter of the farmer whose barn he hid in. (Wonder if she had something to do with his decision to stay in America?) The farm was in what is now West Virgina. Peter and his wife, Elizabeth Shievely, had 6 sons there. They moved to Allen Township, Washington County, Pennsylvania. Peter died at 41 in 1800. He was buried in the family cemetary on the Sphor family farm. The cemetary has succumbed to time with just a few headstones remaining. Efforts to find Peter's grave have been unscucessful until this past summer when Craig Hazelbaker found the marker. For many years it was thought that the marker was DH but after studying it, Craig determined it was really PH - Peter's headstone had been found.

You will enjoy reading the story of the discovery at http://www.hasselbacher.us/hazelbaker/phgrave/spahrcem.html. These pictures are from that address.

You can find the Hazelbaker Family Tree at http://www.hasselbacher.us/tng/index.phplbacher.us/tng/index.php. Search for Henry Franklin Ralstin or his mother, Margaret Hazelbaker. The line goes back to Steffan Hasselbacher born about 1570 in Gresten, Austria. His three sons were protestant refugees from Austria during the Counter Reformation and followed each other into an area of Germany following the Thirty-Years War that had suffered greatly during the war sometime shortly after 1655.

The Hasselbacher family website, http://www.hasselbacher.us/ , has lots of information with much to explore.