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I am searching for the ancestors of Elijah Clough who married Adalner ? in
Vermont around 1816. They were both born in Vermont in the late 1700s. They
were living in Morristown, Vt between 1819-1830. (They could have been
there longer) This fact is confirmed by the fact that my gg gramdmother was
born in Morristown and Elijah appears on the 1830 census in Morristown.
Based on this info I believe Elijah was the son of one of the few
Clough's living in Vermont in 1800 and probably in 1790.
Any help - even to eliminate a line would be helpful.
Phil Shepard
Dear Listers
I would be grateful if anybody can help me to trace the birth and death of
Sarah Clough who married Squire Haley on 16/5/1831 at Tong, Bradford, West
Yorkshire, England.
Before this marriage, and whilst still a spinster, she had a daughter,
Nancy/Nanny, who was born in 1814 and a son, Joseph, who was baptised in
Cleckheaton on 4/4/1819.
The 1841 census for Cleckheaton records Sarah's age as 65.
Any help would be gratefully received.
Many thanks.
Howard Mais
England
Hi Owen and all,
The Santa 'round here doesn't go for things brief
Wears his red thermal trousers and longjohns underneath
His sleigh is bespoke with a shiny hard top
And he's turned up the heater that's going non stop
It's an unearthly hour when we ask him to visit
No good coming till all the kids are asleep is it?
So we'll leave him a noggin and some Christmas cake laced
To redden his cheeks and to plump up his waist
Then he goes hibernation, till September he snores
Then once more he'll appear, Well he will - in the stores
So I hope you've been good and spent all your cash
It's commercialisation that makes worthwhile his dash
Merry Christmas from Northumberland, England
Ian Clough
----- Original Message -----
From: "Owen" <okclough(a)paradise.net.nz>
To: <CLOUGH-L(a)rootsweb.com>
Sent: Tuesday, December 21, 2004 6:02 AM
Subject: [CLOUGH-L]
> G'day list,
> From NZ
>
> Twas the Night before Xmas and all through the bach
> Not even a weta was making a scratch
>
> Woolly socks were hung by the pot belly with care
> In the hopes that Santa soon would be there
>
> The children were snoozing in a light summer's breeze
> Whilst dreaming of spongy pud and lime green cream freeze
>
> And dad in his walk shorts and me in my jandals
> Had just settled down for a couple of handles
>
> When out on the lawn I heard such a ruckus
> I sprang from my Lazy Boy to see what the fuss was
>
> I ran to the sliding door, gasping and wheezing
> Threw open the curtains and upped the venetians
>
> The moon on the sand and the Trailer tarp
> Lit the beach up just like Eden Park
>
> But still when I saw, I thought I was asleep
> A miniature Kingswood, pulled by eight tiny sheep
> With a little old driver, sipping a Fanta
> I knew in a moment, it had to be Santa
>
> Faster than Phar Lap on steroids they came
> And he coo-eed and shouted and called them by name
> Now, Kevin! now, Sharlene! now, Rangi and Beck!
> On, Darryl! On Shazza! on, Bilbo and Shrek!
>
> To the top of the Pagoda, to the top of the wall
> Get in behind, Get in behind, Get in behind, All!
>
> As sandflies around a bar-b-que fly
> When they sniff the sizzlers and take to the sky
>
> So up to the top of the bach they flew
> With a boot full of toys and Santa Claus too
> With a handbrake stop, they arrived on the roof
> Four Goodyear tyres and 32 hoofs
>
> And as I quickly turned and ran to the lounge
> Out from the chimney Santa came with a bound
>
> He was wearing boardshorts, and gumboots on foot
> And his Mambos were covered in six-month-old soot
>
> A bundle of toys he had on his back
> As if on OE with a brand new Macpac
>
> He looked like he'd come from the beauty parlour
> With rosy red cheeks like pohutukawa
>
> A gorgeous big grin and white as white hair
> With wee little tufts growing out of his ears
> He had a broad chest and a round beer gut
> That shook when he laughed like Jabba the Hutt
>
> He was chubby and plump, a right jolly hobbit
> And I laughed when I saw him, I just couldn't stop it
>
> He gave me a wink and a bonza thumbs up
> And I quickly realised he wasn't a nut
>
> He went straight to the socks without saying a thing
> And filled them with barbies and Shrek 2 keyrings
>
> Then giving his nose a real good old scratch
> He flew up the chimney with an almighty flash
> He jumped in the Kingswood and cranked the ignition
> And then they took off, like some NASA mission
>
> But I think I could hear, as he drove out of sight
>
> "Merry Christmas to all, have a bloody good night!"
>
>
>
> bach = holiday home
> Weta = really big NZ bug which is protected
> Pot Belly = stove
> Jandals = flip flops
> Handles = pint of beer
> tarp = tarpaulin
> Eden park = Auckland Rugby grounds
> Kingswood = Aussie car
> Phar -lap = famous NZ racing horse 1930's
> sizzlers = sausages
> mambos = make of gumboots
> pohutukawa = NZ Xmas tree red flowers
>
> Regards and Happy Xmas and a safe NZ to all
>
> Owen Clough
> Christchurch NZ
>
>
G'day list,
From NZ
Twas the Night before Xmas and all through the bach
Not even a weta was making a scratch
Woolly socks were hung by the pot belly with care
In the hopes that Santa soon would be there
The children were snoozing in a light summer's breeze
Whilst dreaming of spongy pud and lime green cream freeze
And dad in his walk shorts and me in my jandals
Had just settled down for a couple of handles
When out on the lawn I heard such a ruckus
I sprang from my Lazy Boy to see what the fuss was
I ran to the sliding door, gasping and wheezing
Threw open the curtains and upped the venetians
The moon on the sand and the Trailer tarp
Lit the beach up just like Eden Park
But still when I saw, I thought I was asleep
A miniature Kingswood, pulled by eight tiny sheep
With a little old driver, sipping a Fanta
I knew in a moment, it had to be Santa
Faster than Phar Lap on steroids they came
And he coo-eed and shouted and called them by name
Now, Kevin! now, Sharlene! now, Rangi and Beck!
On, Darryl! On Shazza! on, Bilbo and Shrek!
To the top of the Pagoda, to the top of the wall
Get in behind, Get in behind, Get in behind, All!
As sandflies around a bar-b-que fly
When they sniff the sizzlers and take to the sky
So up to the top of the bach they flew
With a boot full of toys and Santa Claus too
With a handbrake stop, they arrived on the roof
Four Goodyear tyres and 32 hoofs
And as I quickly turned and ran to the lounge
Out from the chimney Santa came with a bound
He was wearing boardshorts, and gumboots on foot
And his Mambos were covered in six-month-old soot
A bundle of toys he had on his back
As if on OE with a brand new Macpac
He looked like he'd come from the beauty parlour
With rosy red cheeks like pohutukawa
A gorgeous big grin and white as white hair
With wee little tufts growing out of his ears
He had a broad chest and a round beer gut
That shook when he laughed like Jabba the Hutt
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly hobbit
And I laughed when I saw him, I just couldn't stop it
He gave me a wink and a bonza thumbs up
And I quickly realised he wasn't a nut
He went straight to the socks without saying a thing
And filled them with barbies and Shrek 2 keyrings
Then giving his nose a real good old scratch
He flew up the chimney with an almighty flash
He jumped in the Kingswood and cranked the ignition
And then they took off, like some NASA mission
But I think I could hear, as he drove out of sight
"Merry Christmas to all, have a bloody good night!"
bach = holiday home
Weta = really big NZ bug which is protected
Pot Belly = stove
Jandals = flip flops
Handles = pint of beer
tarp = tarpaulin
Eden park = Auckland Rugby grounds
Kingswood = Aussie car
Phar -lap = famous NZ racing horse 1930's
sizzlers = sausages
mambos = make of gumboots
pohutukawa = NZ Xmas tree red flowers
Regards and Happy Xmas and a safe NZ to all
Owen Clough
Christchurch NZ
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Message Board Post:
I would like to locate any info about the Leonard and Reva Clough family who lived on a ranch near Upton,Wy in the 60's and 70's.Reva had many family members who lived in Upton.I believe they had 2 daughters Robin and Candi possibly some other children. Reva is my grandmothers sister.
Thanks
Donna