Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Happy 213th Birthday, William Rogers (1798-1834)!

John Welch's great-great-grandfather

William Rogers sounds like a character from a British novel--wealthy second son of a privileged English silversmithing family, he fell in love with the rosy-cheeked servant girl.  They eloped against his parents' wishes. William's parents disinherited him, but his grandparents gave them money to open a small sword-blade grinding shop.  

They lived happily together, but William got sick and died when Rebecca was pregnant with their seventh child, our ancestor Emma Rogers Shaw.  His wife and children became Mormon pioneers, but William's grave is back in Kings Norton, England. Rebecca contacted his parents when William died to see if they wanted to bury him in the family vault, but they never responded.  Sometimes she would point out their fancy carriages riding past in the streets, and advise her children never to marry above their station in life.

William, if I could write novels, I would give you and Rebecca a book!

2 comments:

  1. I'd give him a journal that could be turned into a novel.

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  2. I would give him a carriage and a lesson to his parents about charity and humility. See if I ever again eat with our marriage silverware.

    Keep up the amazing journals of discovery. How do you do it?
    love, big jose

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