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NOTE-I am not related to this family
Loveland Reporter Herald (Loveland, Larimer, Colorado)
Sunday Dec. 19, 2004 page D-3
Church (picture)
Jack A. Church, 61, of Estes Park and formerly of Loveland, died Dec. 16, 2004, at his home.
He was born Oct. 19, 1943, in Denver to Harvey and Rosa Moore Church.
He was the owner of the Silver Hawk Studio in Estes Park, where he was well-known and liked in Estes Park and the surrounding communities.
He moved from Denver to Loveland in 1980; he had lived in Estes Park for the past 12 years. He loved making jewelry and traveling the country selling his pieces.
He is survived by a daughter, Becky Scohy of Loveland; sister Betty Wimmer of Denver; granddaughters Kayla Scohy of Loveland and Amber Tidwell of Denver; and nephew Rick Wimmer of Estes Park.
Celebration of Life services will be 11 a.m. Wednesday, Dec. 22, at the American Legion, 850 N. St. Vrain in Estes Park.
Cremation will be conducted.
In lieu of flowers, memorials are to the Jack Church Memorial Fund in care of 1st National Bank of Estes Park, in care of Becky Scohy, 2455 Park Lane, Estes Park, 80517.
Viegut Funeral Home was in charge of arrangements.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! from North Carolina. I hope that everyone finds that missing piece of their family puzzle in 2005!
Jane Foley
Isn't This What Christmas Is About?
Pa never had such compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors.
It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving. It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra
time so we could read in the Bible. After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible.
I was still feeling sorry for myself and to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get the Bible, instead he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn't worry about it
long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity. Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard.
Come on, Matt." he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight." I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But, I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn't know what.
Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help me." The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on. After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood---the wood I'd spent all Summer hauling down from the mountain, and then!
all Fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something.
"Pa," I asked, "What are you doing?" You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what? "Yeah," I said, "Why?" "I rode by just today, "Pa said. "Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt." That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it.
Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. "What's in the little sack?" I asked. "Shoes. They're out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy."
We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to
saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn't have been our concern. We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, "Who is it?" "Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?" Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp. "We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put th!
e meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children-- sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn't come out.
"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said. He turned to me and said, "Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up." I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy that I'd never known before, filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people. I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed he!
r face for a long time. She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us." In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true.
I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it. Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.
Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they missed their Pa, and I was glad that I still had mine. At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away. Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have to say, "'May the Lord bless you,' I know for certain that He will."
Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that. But on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand."
I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three children. For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life.
Seeking information regarding Harrison M. CHURCH, born 14 March 1889 in
Minnesota and married Alma M. (surname unknown) of Wisconsin about 1920 and by
1930 they had two daughters in LaCrosse, Wisconsin, namely Marjorie born about
1921 and Harriet born about 1923. From the SSDI, I believe Harrison died in
Sept 1963 with a Social security number issued in Wisconsin.
I believe this Harrison M Church was the son of Frederick Church and Sophie
I McBroom both born in NY but removed to Minnesota. This Frederick was the
son of Seth Rowe Church, who was the son of Abijah Wheeler Church who was the
son of Daniel Whipple Church who was the son of Jonathan Church.
Thanks in advance.
Julia
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I just checked and the picture did get uploadewd to RootsWeb but for some reason didn't get onto the web page. It'll be there in a few hours with the next update.
My great-great grandfather was Harrison Church. He was from Minnesota
originally from Missouri, Married the Melvina. I don't think it is the
same one, but the name is interesting. How do you know what you know
so far. Colleen Rablin
crablin(a)rangenet.com
> I'm looking for more information on HARRISON CHURCH. He would have
probably
> been in his twenties during the Civil War, from western NC or east
Tenn.
> This Harrison Church was a Union sympathizer and rode with Keith and
Malinda
> Blalock, guiding Confederate deserters or other Union sympathizers
from
> western NC into Tenn. and to the Union army encampments where they
could
> enlist in the Union army. That's all the information I have on
him, but
> if anyone could tell me where I could find out who he was and who his
family
> was, I'd much appreciate it.
>
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I'm looking for more information on HARRISON CHURCH. He would have probably
been in his twenties during the Civil War, from western NC or east Tenn.
This Harrison Church was a Union sympathizer and rode with Keith and Malinda
Blalock, guiding Confederate deserters or other Union sympathizers from
western NC into Tenn. and to the Union army encampments where they could
enlist in the Union army. That's all the information I have on him, but
if anyone could tell me where I could find out who he was and who his family
was, I'd much appreciate it.
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I photographed this gravestone in the Mount Olivet Cemetery - Ascension Section, Fort Worth, Tarrant Co., Texas. Feel free to use the picture for your personal records.
This is one of the 100,856 cemetery photos free at http://teafor2.com
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I photographed this gravestone in the Mount Olivet Cemetery - Ascension Section, Fort Worth, Tarrant Co., Texas. Feel free to use the picture for your personal records.
This is one of the 100,856 cemetery photos free at http://teafor2.com
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>Looking for obit for MARY BARTON Church --- DOB - Feb.9,1913
>NC --- DOD - March,1976 - Jamestown, Ohio --- Married to Marvin >Church --- Looking for ANY information on MARVIN CHURCH - DOB >- Feb. 14, 1908 --- DOD - Sept., 2000 - Jamestown, Ohio. --- Thanks >for any information. Bill
How much have you looked in Greene County Ohio? Jamestown is a *really* small town.
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Looking for obit for MARY BARTON Church --- DOB - Feb.9,1913 NC --- DOD - March,1976 - Jamestown, Ohio --- Married to Marvin Church --- Looking for ANY information on MARVIN CHURCH - DOB - Feb. 14, 1908 --- DOD - Sept., 2000 - Jamestown, Ohio. --- Thanks for any information. Bill
This is something that we need to take a look at as genealogists.
Jane Foley
----- Original Message -----
From: "Pat Wynn" <wynnmill(a)interl.net>
To: <MOBARRY-L(a)rootsweb.com>
Sent: Thursday, December 09, 2004 8:50 PM
Subject: [MOBARRY-L] New Bill dealing with records
> Thanks for posting this. I've taken action by writing my Senators. If
> any of you would like, you can "cut & paste" the following which I based
> on the Garrett's post: it was really easy, I just went to
> http://www.senate.gov/ found my state and wrote both Senators.
>
>
>
> Regarding: 9/11 Recommendations Implementation Act (Engrossed Amendment
> as Agreed to by House)[S.2845.EAH]
>
>
>
> Senator:
>
>
>
> I thoroughly understand and appreciate the need for heightened security
> in obtaining copies of Birth Records, but passing S.2845 as it now reads
> would remove one more freedom from us.
>
>
>
> If S.2845 becomes law, as now written, family historians like myself
> will face some real challenges in attempts to obtain birth records, even
> on long-deceased ancestors. Specifically, what I am suggesting as an
> amateur genealogist is that the Senate apply the addition of Sec.
> 3061(b)(1)(A)(iii) that would read: "who is alive on the date that
> access to their birth certificate is requested." This addition would
> clarify that the legislation (soon to be law) applies ONLY to birth
> certificates of CURRENTLY LIVING PERSONS.
>
>
>
> Thank you for your consideration of this concern.
>
>
>
> Pat Wynn
>
>
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Roy & Linda Garrett [mailto:lrgarrett@alltel.net]
> Sent: Thursday, December 09, 2004 6:25 PM
> To: MOBARRY-L(a)rootsweb.com
> Subject: [MOBARRY-L] New Bill dealing with records
>
>
>
> New Bill Will Possibly Close Records to Genealogists
>
>
>
> HR10, which was mentioned in the 13 October issue of RootsWeb Review,
> has passed out of the U.S. House of Representatives and is now part of
> S.2845. The amendments suggested by David Rencher in his letter to the
> bill's sponsor, Congressman J. Dennis Hastert, were NOT incorporated
> into this legislation. Thus, the terms of HR10 will now be considered
> by the Senate, as part of S.2845.
>
>
>
> If S.2845 becomes law, as now written, family historians will face some
> real challenges in attempts to obtain birth records, even on
> long-deceased individuals. Specifically, what genealogists need to do is
> suggest to their lawmakers the addition of Sec. 3061(b)(1)(A)(iii) that
> would read: "who is alive on the date that access to their birth
> certificate is requested." This addition would clarify that the
> legislation (soon to be law) applies ONLY to birth certificates of
> CURRENTLY LIVING PERSONS.
>
>
>
> If you do not know your U.S. Senator's e-mail address, you can find it
> at http://www.senate.gov/
>
>
>
> This bill can be found online at http://thomas.loc.gov/
>
>
>
> Enter: S.2845 (in the bill number window)
>
>
>
> Select: Item #3, 9/11 Recommendations Implementation Act (Engrossed
> Amendment as Agreed to by House)[S.2845.EAH]
>
>
>
> Chapter 2: "Improved Security for Birth Certificates"
>
>
>
> Chapter 3/Subtitle B "Identity Management Security"
>
>
>
> Chapter 2 "Improved Security for Birth Certificates"
Genealogist's Christmas Eve
('Twas the Night Before Christmas)
'Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even my spouse.
The dining room table with clutter was spread
With pedigree charts and letters which said...
"Too bad that the data for which you last wrote
Sank in a storm on an ill-fated boat."
Stacks of old copies of bills, wills, and such
Were proof that my work had become way too much.
Our children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
And I at my table was ready to drop
From work on my album with photos to crop.
Christmas was here, and such was my lot
That presents and goodies and toys I'd forgot.
Had I not been so busy with grandparents' wills,
I'd not have forgotten to shop for such thrills;
While others bought gifts to bring good Christmas cheers,
I'd spent time researching those birthdates and years.
While I was thus musing about my sad plight,
A noise on the lawn gave me such a great fright!
Away to the window I flew in a flash,
Tore open the drapes and yanked up the sash.
When what with my wondering eyes should appear,
But an overstuffed sleigh and with eight small reindeer.
Up to the house top the reindeer they flew,
With a sleigh full of toys and ol' Santa Claus, too.
And then in a twinkle, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each tiny hoof.
As I drew in my head, and bumped into the sash,
Down the cold chimney fell Santa - KER-RASH!
"Dear" Santa had come from the roof in a wreck,
Tracking soot on the carpet, (could've wrung his short neck)!
Spotting my face, ol' Santa could see
Christmas spirit was lacking in little ol' me.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the stockings, (I felt like a jerk).
Here then was Santa, who'd brought us such joy,
When I'd been too busy for even one toy.
He spied my research on the table all spread;
"A genealogist!" He cried! (My face was all red)!
"Tonight I've met many like you," Santa grinned,
As he pulled from his sack a large book he had penned.
I gazed with amazement; the cover, it read
Genealogy Lines for Which You Have Pled.
"I know what it's like to have Rooter's Bug,"
He said as he gave me a great Santa hug.
"While the elves make the sleighful of toys I now carry,
I do some research in the North Pole Library!
So these special treats I am able to bring
To genealogy folk who can't find a thing."
"Now off you go to your bed for a rest,
I'll clean the house from this genealogy mess."
As I climbed up the stairs full of gladness and glee,
I looked back at Santa who'd brought much to me.
While settling in bed, I heard Santa's clear whistle
To his team, which then rose like the down of a thistle.
And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
"Family history is Fun! Merry Christmas! Goodnight!"
- Author Unknown
Modified by Terri Lamb
Wow! You people are wonderful in responding to my question! I sent this question to several websites and I want to share with you the responses I received. I will check them out as I can get to them. Several of you said you wanted the information too. So here is what I received back.
Jane Foley
Their is many accounts of the wagon train routes here is a web site with some of the story's of some of the Men and boys going out west during the Gold rush from Illinois,
( http://www.rootsweb.com/~ilschuyl/Oregontrail.html )
looking for some other that I have read , will post when I find them,,,,
Richard Graham
check out another web site on the California Gold Rush with some of the fellows from Illinois 1848,,,,,,,,,, www.rootsweb.com/~ilschuyl/
look for Schuyler, Co and California Gold Rush first column down almost all the way.
Richard
This site will provide some of the information you might be looking for:
http://www.over-land.com/emigrants.html
Roger
Jane, Try OCTA(a)indepmo.org OCTA stands for OR CA Trail Association.
They are headquartered in Independence, MO. I think they can help you. Tom
Maybe these will help.
Winn
1843 Wagon Train Pioneers
http://www.peak.org/~mransom/a2m.html
ARRIVALS IN OREGON 1852
http://home.netcom.com/~symbios/52intro.html
Wagon Train Arrivals as Reported in the Frontier Guardian
http://www.rootsweb.com/~iapottaw/WgnTrnIndx.htm
Wagon Trains
http://www.cyndislist.com/migration.htm#Wagon
There were at least a couple of routes that they may have traveled in going from east to west.
One would have been the Zanes Trace. The Government hired Col. Zane to blaze a trail through the as yet un traveled way to the west. That trail was nothing more than a path cut though the trees and brush to allow horses and wagons to pass through. There would be stumps left from cutting down the trees. Some places in the route might just be only where Zane and his men hacked at the trees and made marks to show the people where the trail was and where the next people following were to go.
Another was the National Road. Which was the first road built "completely" using federal funds.
You can find more info on them by going to the following sites.
http://www.flintridgevineyard.com/page/page/390943.htm for Zane's Trace
and
http://www.nps.gov/fone/natlroad.htm for the National Road
Mel
The Scots-Irish From Ulster and The Great Philadelphia Wagon Road
http://www.electricscotland.com/history/america/wagon_road.htm
The Great Wagon Road: From Philadelphia to the South
http://www.historyus.com/The_Great_Wagon_Road_From_Philadelphia_to_the_So...
Jane The only people who MIGHT have kept a list were the suppliers and grocers. Most bought supplies along the way. There are a few books about wagon trains but not many. There one we read about the women going from Mississippi and she kept a diary that
was turned into a book. The majority of the women who were/or got P.G. did not make it. I cannot even imagine what those men and women and children went thru.
Hope you find records and if you do let me know please. All I can think of is after the Civil War and the Land Lotteries.
L
Have you tried looking for "wagon trails" using a search engine, such as Google. There are many entries.
R Rogers
Jane,
There are maps on the internet which trace some of the early roads. One early road was called The Federal Road. It went from GA (I think it was Augusta) southwest to AL/MS.
You might try a Google search for it.
Before the Indians were removed to OK, it was necessary for people who traveled across their land to get a passport. These have survived and have been compiled into a volume called:
PASSPORTS OF SOUTHEASTERN PIONEERS, 1770-1823. I do not know if this compilation is complete but at least it will give you a place to look. I don't own a copy but you might be able to get a copy by inter-library loan.
Good luck,
Dennis Smith
As far as I know, no, no record as such. It was more like "if twelve of us all decide to get in our cars and move from Knoxville to Los Angeles, who's keeping the records of who all is moving?"
The answer, of course, is that while there are certainly people aware of it, there aren't any official records of it as such.
P
Great Gateway to the American Westward Expansion:
http://www.linecamp.com/museums/americanwest/hubs/great_gateway_west/grea...
Missouri River Outfitters:
http://www.stjohnks.net/santafetrail/missouririver/outfitters.html
Wagon Train:
http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/WWwagontrain.htm
[another] Wagon Train:
http://www.factmonster.com/ce6/history/A0851256.html
Cyndi's List: Migration Routes, Roads & Trails:
http://www.cyndislist.com/migration.htm
I would contact the US Dept. of Interior and see what they might have. I would think this would come under them. Might try the Mormons in Salt Lake City, Utah. They keep excellent records
S Holland
Where would one go to find a listing of the wagon trains that left in the
east and went west along with the dates and the people who were on these. I
think that they would have had a record back then. I'm not so sure that
they survived to this century. Is there anyone that can shed any light on
this question?
Jane Foley
Cornelius, NC
ALL I want for Christmas .......................is it true words!!
>
> Dear Santa: Don't bring me new dishes;
> I don't need a new kind of game,
> Genealogists have peculiar wishes;
> For Christmas, I just want a surname.
>
> A new washing machine would be great,
> But it's not the desire of my life.
> I've just found an ancestor's birth date;
> What I need now is the name of the wife.
>
> My heart doesn't yearn for a ring
> That would put a real diamond to shame.
> What I want is a much cheaper thing:
> Please give me Mary's last name.
>
> To see my heart singing with joy
> Don't bring me a red leather suitcase.
> Bring me a genealogist's toy;
> A surname, with dates and a place!
>
> Anonymous
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Edwin A. Church married Laura A. Train about 1874, St. Lawrence Co., NY. Daughter Grace Marion Church born 10 Jan 1875. Find no trace of family. Grace may have been brought up and adopted by Uncle Asahel Train. Not sure. Looking for any info on Edwin and Laura.