Thursday, February 24, 2011

"Had Mother Obeyed Her Husband's Counsel..."

Sarah Rosina Savage Tervort
Sarah Rosina Savage married Henry Tervort on September 4, 1862 in Payson, Utah.  Shortly after they were married, Henry Tervort appeared at his in-law's with a wagon load of sagebrush.   Sarah Rosina ("Rose") wanted her mother (also named Sarah - ugh!)  to come and visit.  Here is the account of the story from the book, "Henry Savage and his Family" 

"...Father advised her not to try to climb upon the load of sage brush, but she, being of a strong will insisted on going.  So Henry tried to help her up.  She stood on the double tree and her son-in-law took her by the hand and assisted all he could; but on leaving the double tree she could not get a firm footing in the loose brush.  She slipped back and fell right under the heels of the mules, dragging Henry off the load also.  The team was frightened and ran away.  The loaded wagon went over Mother's body and she was seriously injured internally.  For some time her life was dispaired of but finally she took a turn for the better and recovered, otherwise, the writer of this biography could not well have been here.

Brother Moroni told me not long before he died that father seemed to be inspired of impending danger and he regarded it as a warning to heed counsel.  Had Mother obeyed her husband's counsel she would have been spared that dreadful ordeal."

Sarah Power Savage
I love that phrase, "Had Mother obeyed her husband's counsel she would have been spared that dreadful ordeal."  Did father always know best?  Was it ever "normal" for the husband to "obey" the counsel of the wife?

"Mother" (Sarah Power Savage) was also described as "being of a strong will..."  Definitely a trait that I inherited, maybe to my peril!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Southern California Genealogy Jamboree

I am getting so excited to attend my first Genealogy Jamboree.  I had a quick look at the class schedule and it looks like there are some great courses.  And after all of the cold, rainy weather here in Bellingham, I am really looking forward to some warm California sunshine - wonder if I will get outside to enjoy it?

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

My Savages as I Know Them

I thought that I would share a brief outline of my Savage line as I know it.  I have only included the direct ancestors, but I do have information on others.  If someone looks familiar, please do not hesitate to contact me.  I would love to share what I have found.

William Savage (born 1707, died before 1753)
married Elizabeth Green (born 1709, died 11 December 1782)

Thomas Savage (born 31 May 1748, died 25 April 1819)
married Frances Smith (born 1749, died 26 March 1799)

John Savage (born September 1782, died 11 February 1852)
married Mary Bridcutt (born 22 January 1781, died 1856)

Henry F. Savage (born 4 April 1810, Middlesex, England, died 15 September, Payson, Utah) married Sarah Power (born 1821, Middlesex, England, died 6 April 1881, Payson, Utah)

Ebenezer Savage (born 18 May 1857, died 17 November 1898)
married Emily Rebecca Littlefield (born 1876, died 26 May 1924)

Nephi Waldo Savage (born 3 Dec 1895, died 1 August 1974)
married Marion Rowe Beagles (born 22 April 1901, died 16 March 1984)

David Earl Savage (born 10 March 1934, died 31 August 2001)
married Suzanne Dorothy (Living) Savage

Cynthia Anne Savage Harris (me!) married Martyn Jon Harris

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Grandma and Grandpa Savage

 I love these old photos of my Grandpa and Grandma Savage.  It is fun to think of them as a young couple with 7 children under foot.   It is a bit like seeing pictures of my mom and dad when they were young, minus the horses.

The color photo is of me (about 3 or 4 years old) with my Uncle Neal on the one and only horse I have ever been on - Cream Top or Cream Puff - I can't remember the correct name.  Years later, this same horse bucked off my dad when he was on a cattle drive.  He came back from "vacation" with several broken ribs.  I can't print the name that my dad used for the horse - the censors would come after me!

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Clearly NOT Doing My Job!

So, last night, my son and I were watching "Who Do You Think You Are."  To be honest, I was taping it and we kind of had it on in the background.  And my little cherub says, "How come our family never did anything interesting?"  Seriously!  As my friend and I like to say when something gets our dander up, and the evolutionary instinct to fight or flight (in this case, fight) I went puffer fish!  "What do you mean?  Are you kidding me?" Then I'm sure all he heard was, "blah, blah, blah.....blah, blah, blah."  Until I came to the bit about our family being early settlers in Germantown, Pennsylvania and, well, here's "the rest of the story"

Thones Kunders was one of the original settlers of Germantown. In 1683 his and 12 other families emmigrated from Krefeld, Germany and settled in the region they named Germantown. Kunders was a dyer by trade and lived until 1729.
While Kunders is significant in his role as an early settler, his home holds its own story in the history of Germantown and of the United States. The Germantown Society of Friends held their first meetings in Kunders's house. The members of the society were Quakers and Mennonites. At this time some Quaker families in Germantown decided to practice slavery. This concerned several members of the Society as even before the 17th century slavery was considered (at least by some) morally wrong. On February 18, 1688 the first protest against slavery in the new world was drafted in Kunders's house.
See for more information and a copy of the document.  
I think he was a bit surprised by my reaction (and the manner in which I recounted the history.  Admittedly, I was a bit animated) Next summer we'll have to plan a trip to Philadelphia so I can show him some of his history.   Sheesh!

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Has to be done....

Well, today I'm taking the day off, sort of.  It's time to go through all those scraps of paper and computer printouts to see what to keep and what to follow up on.  The prospect of dragging it all out is daunting.  I'm beginning to wonder if I could be a segment on the t.v. show "Hoarders" - I hate to throw anything genealogical away just in case I might need it some day.  You've seen those folks, they keep stuff for 30 years, with the tags on, just in case.  In my defense, however, after I have done it, I feel better, not worse.  Guess I don't need an intervention...yet. 

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

No wonder they left!

Stay with me, I know it's long, but the following is a description from "Sanitary Ramblings, Being Sketches and Illustrations of Bethnal Green, by Hector Gavin, 1848" on  (My Henry and Sarah Savage lived at #27 Wilmot Street, in Bethnal Green)

This district contains very few good houses, with the exception of those in Bethnal-green-road, and Pollard's-row. The great majority of the other houses are the abodes of those a little above the poor, and the poor following every variety of occupation. A very considerable proportion of the inhabitants are weavers; a W is attached to the names of those streets chiefly occupied by weavers. One of the peculiarities of this district is, that between Bethnal-green-road and Three Colt-lane, more particularly, but likewise in other parts of the district, there are great numbers of isolated houses, huts, or sheds placed on the ground, with plots of ground in front of, and surrounding them. These were formerly, that is to say, from forty years ago, downwards to the present day, summer- houses surrounded with plots of ground, and used as places of floriculture and recreation by the citizens of London. Hence these places are called gardens. The tide of citizen emigration has for a long time however, been diverted from Bethnal-green, and the wooden sheds and temporary huts erected on the bare soil, for storing gardening utensils, and in which to spend the summer evenings, have gradually been converted into human habitations. None, or almost none of the houses which are now on the ground, were originally intended for the dwellings of human beings, but for the purposes specified. The commencement of this transition state is to be observed in Whisker's-gardens, District No. 1. The entrance to these abodes is by narrow lanes, which are unpaved, and consequently nearly always muddy, in wet weather more particularly so, so that ingress or egress is necessarily accompanied with personal uncleanness. These dwellings, in some instances, are unfit to house cattle in; in other, but very few instances (I think I could count the exceptions), they are tolerably clean. They are totally without drainage of any kind, except into shallow cesspools, or holes dug in the gardens; they are consequently extremely damp, and the inhabitants suffer much from rheumatism, from febrile diseases, from diseases of the respiratory and digestive organs, from nervous affections, and cachexia. There is very seldom any water laid on to the houses; one stand-tap, as in Middle-walk, George-gardens, generally supplies five, ten, or sixteen houses. Many houses are altogether without water, and the inhabitants require to get it as they best can. In Wilmot-grove the peculiarity of barrels sunk in the ground is to be remarked. Some of the houses have wells, as in Camden-gardens. Very few of these houses have regular cesspools; the privies are sometimes placed close beside the entrance to the house, at other times at the extremity of the garden bordering the narrow lane or footpath. They are, in the majority of cases, full, in some instances, overflowing, and frequently, like the houses themselves, in a dilapidated condition. Another peculiarity in this district, is the number of alleys and narrow lanes, many of them forming cul-de-sacs. The houses in these alleys are always of the very worst description, and are in an excessively dirty state. There is seldom any house drainage, or if there be, it is only to a gutter in front, where the water stagnates, till the sun's heat shall cause it to disappear by evaporation. It is the nearly universal custom to throw the refuse water and garbage on the streets.