Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Cynthia Louisa Child




A Brief Sketch of the Life
of
Cynthia Louise Child
By
Her Daughter
Annette Nealson[1]

Cynthia Louise Child was the daughter of Myron Barber Child and Emeline Elmer. She was born in Ogden, Utah December 14, 1861. At that time Ogden was called Bingham Fort. Her father homesteaded a tract of land 3 miles south west of Ogden, now called Riverdale where the family moved into a new home. This tract of land included the area from the Weber River west to the hills known as the little flat, then north about ½ mile. At this time, the land was not surveyed, but was described by choosing a land mark upon which all the settlers agreed to. Later on, it was all surveyed using proper methods.
Cynthia Child went to school at a place called “The old Tannery”. This was used for recreation until a school house was built. All her girlhood days were spent in Riverdale. She married Pete Tourval Nealson on October 7, 1889 at Ogden by Charles Midleton. They lived in a rock house located in the rear of Myron Childs home where her first child was born, March 10, 1882, Annette Nealson. When the baby was a few months old, Myron Child gave them one acre of land about one block north of his home. A narrow street was opened up to their home called the Lane. It was here that a home was built. On July 2, 1884, and a second child was born named Asa Laurence Nealson. The house where Asa was born was soon sold and Cynthia and Pete bought a place on the main road next to her mother’s home, Emeline and Myron Child’s home. While a house was being built at this location, she and her family lived in part of her mother’s house where another daughter was born, Emeline Louise, on the 13th of July1886. This daughter lived only a short time and died on 17th of August 1887. A few months later another daughter was born on November 10, 1887 and she was named Polly Edith. By this time, the family was living in their new home. Another son came along, Myron William on 10th of September 1889 also born in the new home. Their new home was rented out and the family moved up the street about one block on the opposite side of the street where another son was born, 18th of July 1891, named Earl Nealson.
About a year later, they moved back into their old home where two new rooms were added and here they seemed to be very comfortable. It was here that two more sons were born, Pete Ray Nealson (6th of May 1893) and Chancy, (14th of June 1895). When Chancy was a little baby, Cynthia and her husband were going to Ogden in a small cart pulled by a horse. The shaves broke loose from the cart and caused it to go over backwards. Pete kept hold of the of the lines which caused the horse to back over Cynthia tearing her dress off of her back by the horse’s shoe. She carried the print of that horseshoe on her back for a long while. She was saved from instant death by a higher power.
On September 7, 1898, Annette was married to Arthur Silas Burnett. It was at this time That Cynthia’s health began to fail. Before this she had always had good health. On 1st of June 1900, twins were born by her, a boy and a girl, Lydia and Lester. Lydia died after 8 hours and Lester died a month later. Cynthia was in a very critical condition throughout that summer. In addition, all the children came down with the measles and Earl had pleurisy and pneumonia. On 19th of August, 1900, Annette’s husband, Arthur Silas Burnett, died leaving her a pregnant widow. Cynthia was very weak and all of this was a sever trial to her and the family. Soon the family got well once more, but in the later part of October, Edith came down with Typhoid fever and she was near death for three weeks. On November 10, 1900, a son was born to Annette. He was named Arthur Silas Burnett. On the same night, Edith passed the crisis and everyone seemed once more on their way to being well again. Cynthia had regained her health for which everyone was very grateful. For Christmas that year, father got the five boys all new suits, hats and shoes and all were very happy. About the 15th of January, Pete heard a noise outside and he got up and went to the door and it was storming and cold. He said he had seen a man standing close under the eaves of the house. He asked him what he wanted but the man did not answer and he invited him inside but the stranger disappeared. Cynthia heard this conversation and asked who he was talking with . All was explained and this happened about midnight. Both went to sleep and Pete said he saw the five boys all dressed in their new clothes going some where, but only four of them had hats on. He related all of this to us the next morning. None of us could understand it. The children all went to school and were all well. At noon time, William came home (this was on Friday) complaining of a bad headache and so he was treated for a cold and put to bed. About dark time, his mother went to call him for the evening meal, but he was unconscious. Doctors were called and he had spinal mingitis. Everthing was done; Elders were called in, but to no avail. He died Sunday evening, January 19th, 1901. Thus, four deaths were in the family over a seven month period.
The family sold out here and moved to Clinton, Utah where they bought ten acres of land. Annette had been left 10 acres to her so the family farmed the 20 acres. The family prospered for four years. The boys were growing up so they needed more land so they sold out and moved to Roy, Utah where they bought 40 acres of land. It was here they built a new home, and it was here Annette remarried (Lovell Edgar Gibson). Soon after, Edith married William Wayne and Laurence married Ella Dullenbar and Earl married Nora Mansfield. Then came the great world war. Ray and Chancey were called to the colors. Ray stayed at Camp Kerney and Chancey went to France. This was a hard blow to Cynthia whose health was failing fast. But, the Lord heard her prayers and both boys were returned safe without a scratch. Shortly after the war, Chancey married Leila Williams. The folks were very comfortable now, only Ray was at home, but, Cynthia’s health continued to fail. She now had 21 grandchildren and one great grandchild. She truly had been a devoted wife and Mother and honest in all her ways, doing her best for home and family. No sacrifice was too great for her children. She died on May 2nd 1922.

A few word about my father, Peter Thorval Nelson:
“Father came to New York from a little town on the coast of Norway. They came with the John Murdock Company to Salt Lake City. They settled in Lehi. His Mother died there. She had married a man by the name of John Murdock whose wife had died and left two sons and a daughter. She (the Mother) had a baby boy by this marriage but the mother died soon after the child’s birth and he is buried in Lehi. (We can get some information likely from the John Murdock Family) My Father was quite certain that the folks were all baptized in Norway. Father lived with Bishop Proctor of the 10th ward in Salt Lake City. Then he lived with Joseph Fife in Riverdale before marrying Cynthia Louise Child.”


[1] Editor’s note: This history was transcribed as written by my grandmother, Annette Nelson Gibson in her own handwriting. She wrote this history on August 23rd 1939, a few months before her husband, Lovell Edgar Gibson died. I am using the name “Nealson”, as this is the way my grandmother spelled her maiden name in the hand written document, even though most of the records spelled her name “Nelson” including her siblings.

RHB


Sunday, February 10, 2008

A Visit to Gig Harbor, Washington

Phyllis Brooks when she graduated from highschool and to the right, her younger sister Vivian before her death on December 21, 2003.

I’ll see if I can express to you, the feelings in my heart after leaving my sister (Feb 9, 2008) that lies helpless in a nursing home in Gig Harbor. First of all, when we arrived (Kathleen, Blake and Anita and I), she was in bed in a darkened room. She was lying there with her eyes open, but seemingly asleep. I knelt down by her very low bed and spoke to her using her name and identifying my self as her big brother. After a few moments, she seemed to focus one eye upon me and a slight grin came upon her countenance. The more I spoke to her the more she seemed to respond and in her way she seemed to recognize me. I told her who the others were that was with me and she seemed likewise to respond to that. As she tried to communicate, she would breakout in an almost laughter as I agreed with what I thought she was trying to say. I tried to remind her of things in the past, I mentioned Steve Warner, and Loren, and others she might remember. I stroked her face and her hair to help her to relax and try not to be concerned as to who were present. She settled down and continued to try and communicate what was on her mind, which we cannot know. However, I got the distinct feeling that she felt that we had forgotten her and she wanted to have our prayers and even to be released from this condition where her spirit seems to be trapped within her mortal body and can’t seem to go back to the one who gave her life. I told myself, as I knelt there that I would not forget her and that I would pray to the God in Heaven that if was His will, she may return into His arms of redeeming love. I have always known her as a good woman and worthy mother and I love her very much. I am ashamed that I have not included her in our daily family and individual prayers. She is not dead, but I guess I have treated her in my actions as if she were dead. I’m sorry about that. How grateful I am for that visit to remind me of her and who she really is. We may all be afflicted at one time or another with bodily and mental afflictions which we must endure well and she has certainly done that. The time for our departure from this life is left up to Him, who is the giver of all life. We will leave it in his hands, but we should pray for her and have faith in our Redeemer, for he is our true and just God and knows us and our condition and he will be mindful of us in all our afflictions. Of this I so testify.

Phyllis Henderson was married to Kenneth Henderson on June 7, 1947. Ken lives in Hawaii and visits the mainland once or twice a year. They have three children, Caig and Brad and a daughter Jan Leland who lives in Lacy, Washington and takes care of her Mother in connection with the nursing home.
Phyllis Henderson lived in Mesa, Arizonia before moving to Gig Harbor to be near her daughter, Jan. This picture was taken before she was admitted to the nursing home and before her health took a swing for the worst.

RHB

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Sunday, February 03, 2008

What About Them?


In a previous blog, I had mentioned an obsession I had with my family history. I have to admit, it still exists.
MY FAMILY


It seems as though destiny had in its design to bring my father and mother together in 1926. Why would two individuals be attracted to each other with such different backgrounds and family values? I have pondered that question a number of times without an answer. My maternal grand parents had accepted the Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ and had made covenants with Him and in a large measure they were faithful to that. My paternal grandparents, on the other hand, were at the opposite end of that ideal. Organized religion of any kind was not part of their lives. My grandfather, Francis Harvard Brooks, died 2 years after I was born, therefore, what little I knew of him, I learned after I became an adult from my aunt, Joan. His religion seemed to be that of a gypsy. However, they believed in doing well to their fellow men, being a good neighbor and citizen, and other commonly accepted virtues. My grandmother, Catherine Elizabeth Armstrong, was very predigest against the Mormon Church and seemed to do everything in her power to break up the marriage between my Mother and Father, which finally happened, whether it was because of her doing or due to failing relationship between my parents, is uncertain because all have deceased. During my youth, I had on occasions spent time with my grandmother Brooks and became acquainted with her stern personality. In general, my mother avoided association with the Brooks family because she felt she was greatly disliked because of her religion. As a consequence, my siblings and I grew up around my mother’s parents and her siblings, our aunts and uncles. After I became married, and during a five year period, my family and I lived in the same community where I was born and where my grandmother Brooks and her family lived. Not once during that five year period did I ever think about visiting neither my Grandmother Brooks nor my Aunts (paternal) that lived close by. I suppose that occurred due to the animosity that was exhibited toward my mother by my grandmother Brooks. My family and I moved to Colorado after that time and my grandmother Brooks died while I was far away from the Brooks family and could not attend the funeral.
After my retirement from international work in 1991, I became interested in my family history and had a desire to find out something about my paternal grandparents and great grandparents, i.e., Armstrong’s and Bennett’s. I began to do descendent research on the Bennett’s and the Armstrong’s. I have found most of the descendants of Michael Bennett, my second great grandfather, and with recent discoveries I am locating the descendants of Robert Armstrong, my third great grandfather. When I use the pronoun, “I”, I do not mean that I am the only one involved in these discoveries. My cousin, Barbara Brooks, was instrumental in obtaining much information regarding the Bennett family. I know that the sprit of the Lord has directed me in this work and even though my grandmother Brooks looked upon this work of the Lord with disdain, her ancestors looks down kindly upon what is taking place for them in the temples of our God. So, what about destiny? Was my Mother instrumental in bringing the gospel into the lives of these my ancestors? Those that were living at the time of my parents marriage wanted nothing to do with the Gospel, but what of their ancestors? Here is one of them noted below.


ROBERT ARMSTRONG
Now, a word or two about this third great grandfather, Robert Armstrong. From all that I’ve been able to learn, this is as true a story as can be obtained at this time. Robert Armstrong was a native of Ireland of Scotch stock. About 1803 he came to America with three brothers and one sister. He established himself in Berks County, Pennsylvania. One bother, William, went to Louisiana and became a general in the war of 1812. His sister, Mary, married a man by the name of Burnside. Whether or not one of their descendants, Ambrose Burnside, a general in the civil war who later became the governor of Rhode Island is yet to be determined. James, another brother, settled in Virginia and became a prominent planter. The third brother, was pressed into the service of the British army (War of 1812) and was never heard from thereafter.
Robert Armstrong came to Pennsylvania, Berks County, with his wife Ann Potter and their son William born in Ireland 23 July 1800. Upon leaving Berks County and in the process of moving and settling into Eastern Ohio, a second son was born in Chester County, Pennsylvania (1802). His name was James Potter Armstrong, my second great grandfather. By 1805, Robert and his wife Ann had settled in the Goshen Township of Columbiana County, Ohio where a third son, John was born (1805). Robert came to Goshen, Ohio and obtained 165 acres of land (about ¼ of a section) and built a log cabin to raise his family where six more children were born. In 1823, he built a substantial stone house. The stone came from field sandstone and the walls were laid with clay mortar and then painted over with lime. While it was a two story house, the cost of the mason work was only $63. Before the home was built, a road (Pike) was built as a main road to Cleveland which cut the farm in half diagonally. The stone house was built on one side of the road (Pike) where it stood most of the 19th century. Robert came to Goshen as a Quaker (Society of Friends) and in 1826 the “Upper Springfield Monthly Meeting” was established at Damascus, a few miles from Goshen. Most, if not all, of his children married outside of the faith and as such were disciplined by the Monthly Meeting.
In 1810, Goshen was incorporated on September 11. At one of the organizational meetings in 1812, Robert Armstrong and Asa Ware were chosen as “Fence-Viewers”. During the period of 1820 -1825 he served as Treasurer and in 1824 to1825, Robert served as Trustee for the Township. Later his two grandsons would serve as Clerks for that organization.
Ann Potter died in 1826, six years after her last child was born leaving Robert to live in the stone house with his children. Sometime before 1833, James Potter Armstrong, went to West Virginia probably to be with his uncle James and while he was there he married Catharine Taggart on March 3, 1833. He and his family later returned to Ohio and finally settled in Marion County, Ohio where other children were born and raised. James Potter returned to the old farm in time to see his father, Robert, before he died in 1843. Robert’s family remained on the farm which was called “Walnut Grove Farm” for most of the 19th century, the farm being passed from one generation to the next. Future blogs will highlight other generations of Armstrong’s in Ohio.
Almost all of this information came from what family historians call a “Mug Book”. Late nineteenth- and early-twentieth-century mug books are collections of biographical sketches, a curiously rich source for genealogists and historians alike. Typically these books were published only by advance subscription. If a person had the funds to subscribe, he or she (more often he) would have a biographical sketch in the book. For an extra fee, a photograph or sketch would be included. The publishers also might include sketches of presidents and governors. These biographies of the rich and famous helped publishers sell books to buyers who hadn't subscribed—and who weren't included among the sketches. The cost of a subscription varied by location and publisher. A subscription, biographical sketch, and portrait could have cost up to sixty or seventy dollars. The story given above for Robert Armstrong probably came from his grandson Sylvester H. Armstrong who lived in the old stone house when the biography was written. I believe it is reasonably accurate in that the birth dates for all his children were given to the exact day they were born which may mean that they were transcribed from the family bible.
The image at the top of this Blog is an aerial view of the old “Walnut Grove Farm” showing the old stone foundation for the early pioneer home. The highway at the northeaster corner is the “Pike” to Cleveland.
If the reader is interested in viewing how Robert Armstrong is related to the family pedigree, one can go to : http://royalbrooksfamily.pgvhosting.com/ No login is necessary to view the pedigree and other charts
RHB