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Thursday, July 20, 2006

Edwards History Found by Melanie


Rudolphus Edwards, son of Adonijah and Polly Edwards, came to Cleveland in the fall of 1798 from Chenango, N. Y. He was accompanied by his wife and two daughters, one an infant of two months old.

The eldest of the children was the only one of Mr. Edwards' first wife, Rhoda Barnett Edwards, whom he married in Tolland, Conn., in 1790, and who died three years later.

He married, secondly, Miss Anna Merrill. 

It is claimed of the Edwards family that they came with a party of twelve people who met in New York State while on their way to Cleveland. They were Nathaniel Doan and family, Samuel Dodge, Stephen Gilbert, Nathan Chapman, and, lastly, Joseph Landon, who had spent part of the previous winter in Cleveland.

Mr. Edwards had been engaged in surveying wild lands for six years before his arrival, and the compass used by him during that period is preserved in the Historical Society.

He built a log cabin at the foot of Superior Street and a few feet south of it. This the family occupied for two years. Meanwhile, he purchased 500 acres of land on Butternut Ridge, afterwards called Woodland Hills Avenue, and lately renamed Woodhill Road. It was at the eastern terminus of a highway now called Woodland Avenue. The farm extended north and east of Woodland to Fairmount Street. To this farm the family were driven by the virulence of the malaria that attacked them all while they lived by the riverside, and here another log cabin was erected for their use. After ten years' occupation of it, Rudolphus Edwards engaged Levi Johnson to replace it with a frame tavern, which became an old landmark of future years. It was called the "Buckeye House," and its roof sheltered many a pioneer family bound for
townships south and east of Newburg, and its hospitality cheered and comforted in hours of weariness and discouragement.

The occupation of tavern keeping and the care of his large farm were two of the many activities engaged in by Mr. Edwards. In the winter season he often drove his slow-moving ox-team as far south as Pittsburg with a load of wild honey, receiving in payment household supplies. He also made trips to Detroit, carrying hay and other commodities to the garrison established there by the government before 1812.

In later years, when his age began to tell upon him, he gave his whole attention to his farm and tavern. It is said of him that, "Rain or snow, hot or cold, as regularly as Saturday came around, Uncle Dolph, as he was affectionately called, with his old horse, Dobbin, oldtime carryall, and big brindle dog seated bolt upright on the seat by the side of his master, would make his appearance in town for the purchase of supplies for the following week."

Anna Merrill Edwards was a woman of uncommon good sense and judgment qualities much needed in those pioneer days. If Uncle Dolph kept too many irons in the fire, Aunt Dolph had as many more in constant use. Six children were added to the two brought from Tolland, all born in the old tavern. Besides a family of ten to care for, and the uncertain traveling public to entertain, there were spinning, weaving, soap-making, candle-dipping, and numberless other things on her hands, and she performed these tasks faithfully and as a matter of course. But she died in middle age-53-when her youngest child was 15.

Mr. Edwards lost his father, mother, wife, and a daughter 25 years old within a period of three years. He died in 1840. All the members of the Edwards family who died in Cleveland were buried in a small cemetery in the rear of the old Congregational church, northwest corner of Euclid Avenue and Doan Street. It was then called the East Cleveland burying-ground. The entrance was from Doan Street. The largest and the finest monument in it, and, eventually, the last one, was that of the Edwards family, and, finally, when all the bodies had been removed from the cemetery, this, with other Edwards grave-stones, remained standing until the old church was razed. A big bank building stands on the site of the little church, and part of the cemetery is covered by another towering edifice.

Adonijah Edwards, the father of Rudolphus Edwards, was a soldier of the American Revolution. At an advanced age he came to Cleveland to live with his son. His wife Polly accompanied him, and they lived the remainder of their days in this Western pioneer town. He died in 1831, aged 90, and Polly Edwards only a year later, aged. 88. They were buried in the small cemetery, and their children, one by one, rested beside them.

The child of Rudolphus and Rhoda Barnett Edwards was Sally Edwards, m. Patrick Thomas.

The children of Rudolphus and Anna Marrill Edwards: Rhoda Edwards, b. 1798; m. Lyman Rhodes; 2nd, John Fay. Cherry Edwards, b. 1800; m. Samuel Stewart. Clara Edwards, b. 1802; m. David Burroughs. Anna Edwards, b. 1805; m. Noble Olmstead Stark Edwards, b. 1808; m. Hannah Saxton. Lydia Edwards, m. Lyman Little. Rudolphus Edwards, m. Sophia Mussen. 

Cherry Edwards Stewart, daughter of Rudolphus Edwards, Sr., was a merryhearted woman who loved social pleasure. She was always on hand when sleigh-rides were proposed, and a beautiful dancer, who never lacked for partners at a party, even in middle age, and was leader in any fun going on. She was extremely neat, and, it is said, although refusing to use washboards after they were invented, her clothes hung on the line were snowy white. She had no daughters, but loved her many young nieces, and nothing gave her more pleasure than to initiate them in the various household mysteries she had herself mastered.

Children of Samuel and Cherry Edwards Stewart: Calvin Stewart, unmarried; d. aged, 20. Rudolphus Stewart, m. Margaret Sayles. She married 3rd, Edward Carter. Jehiel Stewart, m. Sophia Thomas sister of Dr. Thomas. Noble Stewart, removed to the West, married and had children

Children of Noble and Anna Edwards Olmstead: Margaret Olmstead, Maria Olmstead, Stark Olmstead, Levi Olmstead twins Both parents died young, and the children were raised by their uncles and aunts. Rudolphus Edwards, Jr., took Margaret Olmstead, and Cherry Stewart took Maria Olmstead.

Children of Rudolphus, Jr., and Sophia Mussen Edwards: John R. Edwards, m. Mary Grower. Lydia Edwards, m. Newton Bate. Mary J. Edwards, m. Daniel Grower. Sophia R. Edwards, m. Edwin Roberts. Sarah Ann, and Julia Stark Ed-wards, unmarried. Mrs. Sophia Roberts is a well-known member of the Western Reserve Chapter, D. A. R. In Harvard Grove Cemetery can be found the following inscriptions. No knowledge of the couple obtainable. "Henry Edwards died 1804, aged 52 years. Mary Edwards, his wife, died 1814, aged 54 years."
Also "Thomas Edwards, died 1829, aged 27 years."

Rocky Mountain “Hi!”

If we thought April and May were crazy, this first part of June beats them all! Within the next two weeks (by the time you read this), we will have had a baby, purchased a home, replaced carpet, moved, split wards and gained new callings. The two upsides to all of this are that everything is happening during girl's camp (though, I actually enjoy going since we only do it on a ward level, which means much less infighting) and our new home has AC (halleluiah)!

We also just found out that Whitney got into our incredible charter school for next year's kindergarten (another sigh of relief). That also means that we will get to go to Utah for Jared's dental conference that third weekend in August (the charter school starts one week later than the rest of the district). It also means much easier clothes shopping (they're the only school that requires uniforms).

So not much happening around here (nothing like going to girls camp and"getting" to be a ma and pa for trekking or taking a nice long vacation to Utah, or summer camps, etc.). Just the normal life. We will let you all know when we have news of a happy arrival at our house and will fill you in with much more detail next month (and pictures)!

Love,
The Waites

The Buzzn’ Joneses

Dear Family,
We are excited to announce the arrival of Christene S Jones. She was born on May 29, 2006 at 5:47 p.m. She was 9 lbs. 2 oz. and 19 1/2 inches long. She currently has dark brown hair, which will probably fall out and come in reddish-blond just like her sister Mary's hair. She will be blessed on Sunday, July 9, 2006 at 9 a.m in Nephi.

Mary loves her little sister. She gives her butterfly kisses. Mary is a big helper because she gives Christene her pacifier and brings her diapers. It is amazing how quickly Mary is growing up. She enjoys being a big girl.

Jim is a minority around our house, being the only male, but he loves his little girls. He has been busy moving and supering the bees. Work is getting done quickly due to long hours and a helpful employee. He is still the Elder's Quorum President which also keeps him busy.

We sure have enjoyed talking to each of you in the last month. We love you all and hope you are all doing well.

Love,
The Four Nephites

The Fabulous Five

Well, we are all well and look forward to the camp out. We were planning on going to the x-mass in July but David was unable to get off work. So we have decided to do the Labor Day thing. We have been planning on it and we already have asked for it off. Besides Arbree can't think of a better way to spend her Birthday then with her family. The kids can't wait so please ask us to bring something and we will.

Grandma Barbara is doing well, she has been doing very good with the kids and she bought a new computer which she has unbelievable fun on, you should see the games and screen savers very cool. The kids got her old one and you should see how fast they have picked up that thing. Erin changes the background on the home page every day and Donovin is rewriting programs and uninstalling them, we are not sure that is a good thing but we laugh anyway. It’s all good until he crashes the computer. Erin wants the Internet but Dad is adamant about not letting her have it.

David’s company got bought out and takes over next month, he is upset because they are going to change the color of his truck and shirts from white and blue to bright orange. He says it’s a good thing he is colorblind. But now we can see him coming from a mile away. Ha Ha

Arbree is doing well in her Job, she still has it and she is looking forward to the company vacation on New Years to Walt Disney World in Orlando Florida, sorry guys the kids are going with us this time. We cannot go without them.

Erin and Donovin have been swimming almost everyday, and Arbree has a tan, can you believe it? A TAN

Anyway that is the gist of it, boring I know but life is good and we love you all.

The St. George Trauntveins and Anderson

The Fabulous Five

Well, we are all well and look forward to the camp out. We were planning on going to the x-mass in July but David was unable to get off work. So we have decided to do the Labor Day thing. We have been planning on it and we already have asked for it off. Beside Arbree can't think of a better way to spend her Birthday then with her family. The kids can't wait so please ask us to bring something and we will.

Grandma Barbara is doing well, she has been doing very good with the kids and she bought a new computer which she has unbelievable fun on, you should see the games and screen savers very cool. The kids got her old one and you should see how fast they have picked up that thing. Erin changes the background on the home page every day and Donovin is rewriting programs and uninstalling them, we are not sure that is a good thing but we laugh anyway. It’s all good until he crashes the computer. Erin wants the Internet but Dad is adamant about not letting her have it.

David’s company got bought out and takes over next month, he is upset because they are going to change the color of his truck and shirts from white and blue to bright orange. He says it’s a good thing he is colorblind. But now we can see him coming from a mile away. Ha Ha

Arbree is doing well in her Job, she still has it and she is looking forward to the company vacation on New Years to Walt Disney World in Orlando Florida, sorry guys the kids are going with us this time. We cannot go without them. Erin and Donovin have been swimming almost everyday, and Arbree has a tan, can you believe it? A TAN

Anyway that is the gist of it, boring I know but life is good and we love you all.

The St. George Trauntveins and Anderson

Miracles of e-mail

Some of you use this easiest of all computer programs to stay in touch. If you don’t use or understand it, e-mail offers a treasury of ways to communicate. Here are some possibilities.
  • Cheap. Once you’re online, there is no further expense.
  • Easy to reference. Sent and received messages and attachments can be stored safely, logically and reliably.
  • Easy to use. Once you’re set up, sending and receiving messages is simple. That goes for a host of other email functions. Data storage and contacts can be accessed quickly and easily.
  • Easy to prioritize. Incoming messages have subject lines that mean you can delete without opening. How much time does that save compared to ‘snail mail?’
  • Fast. Message to send? Done, under a second! Email is by far the fastest form of written communication. Send the same message to any number of people. Adaptations are simple, too.
  • Global. Web based email means you can access your messages anywhere online. Going oversees? Before you go, mail yourself a copy of your passport number, travel insurance details or your accommodation details.
  • Info at your fingertips. Storing data online means less large, space taking file cabinets, folders and shelves. You can access information far quicker if you learn how to use email this way.
  • Send reminders to yourself. Do you use more than one account? Email yourself messages from work to home or vice versa. 
  • Get replies to your mail in minutes, not days or weeks.
  • “Chat” with others by typing your conversation. No long distance $$.
  • Mail and receive photos of family, events, or even your garden.
  • Send and receive musical, voice, even video recordings. Watch a grandbaby’s first steps on your screen.
  • Send electronic greeting cards that even sing to the recipient.
  • Pass genealogy information back and forth instantly.
  • Create and share a monthly family newsletter.
  • Share entire articles, with pictures even.
  • Play “board games” with your grandchildren a continent away.
  • Order and send gift-wrapped presents via the “web”.
  • Video tape events that you or your children cannot attend. Sending these tapes back and forth lets you in on your children’s and grandchildren’s lives and them in on yours. 
10 Disadvantages of Email
  • Emotional responses. Some emails cause upset or anger. A reply in the heat of the moment can’t be retracted.
  • Information overload. Too many people send too much information. Learn how to use email effectively and you’ll reduce time wasted on this.
  • Lacks the personal touch. Some things are best left untyped. Email will never beat a hand written card or letter when it comes to relationships.
  • Misunderstandings. Emails from people who don’t take the time to read what they write before clicking send.
  • No respite. The law of the empty inbox – leave it and will grow. Ignore it at your peril! 
  • Pressure to reply. Procrastinating doesn’t make it go away.
  • Spam. Having to deal with spam and spoofs is one of the worst avoidable time wasters online.
  • Sucks up your time. Over checking messages is time wasted on low value, passive activity.
  • E-mails that are too long. Email is suited to brevity.
  • Viruses. A virus could seriously affect your computer. If you want know how to use email, you need to know how to deal with these.
Now you know the advantages and disadvantages of email, you have a platform to know how use email as a time saver rather than time waster.

This idea comes from Mark Forster's excellent book 'Do It Tomorrow':
  • Create two folders -- call them ‘backlog’ and action’.
  • Isolate the backlog. All emails received prior to today go in the backlog folder.
  • Now your inbox contains today’s incoming mail. At the end of the day, deal with it. You can:
  • Do it. Act if it’s short or urgent enough.
  • Delete it. If it’s irrelevant.
  • Defer it. Put it in the action folder for tomorrow.

You now have an empty inbox.

Friday, July 14, 2006

A book of voices!‏ Written by Brigitta Trauntvein


A BOOK OF VOICES

By: One who calls herself Brigitta, yet has many names.



CHAPTER ONE!

There are many accounts of people hearing voices. But this one is unique!* For as you hear many times in the books you read and movies you watch, this story begins with ... Once Upon A Time.

"Milika, hurry up!" calls Brushel. "We have to be at the village by sundown! Or the voices might get us!" I shivered. The voices were like a disease among the Latie village. They came upon villagers who stayed out past the suns rays. The voices aloud their hosts to hear them, as they spoke nonsense into the captives ear. They had fallen upon my father and the very thought of them infesting me was to much to bare. I ran! Brushel ran along with me. As two friends we ran for what seemed only minutes before we were within view of the village.

The sun was setting as we finally stopped on the path between our homes. "Goodnight!" said Brushel as she gasped for air. Then she seemed to catch her breath and add. "We'll go to sky lake tomorrow! That's closer, so we can stay all day!" Delighted I gave her a hug, smiled and ran home. Then at the door I stood and waved. Brushel waved back and then hurried inside as a strong wind rushed by flaring up her skirt. I did the same.

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*And for most stories to be really unique they must be made up. But this story is not made up! No, not at all! It is dreamed up! And dreams are unique in there own special way. For some are true and some just haven't happened yet. : )


CHAPTER TWO!


As the suns rays returned to our village our people slowly started to emurge from their houses. Mostly men, for they were to make sure it was safe for their family to follow them.  I just walked out I had no father to do that anymore and nothing had ever happened before.  But today was different.
After a while of walking around. I turned toward my friend Brushels house. Why hadn't she come out yet everyone else was out here! Maybe something was wrong!
I ran like the wind to the front door. I nocked hard hoping to be heard. I saw Brushel she came up to the door and smiled.
It was a weird smile though, one that you use when you are trying to be funny or like the smile of the m's! (The mental's.)
I started to back away as I saw her.
She was talking to someone else, but who I could see that the whole family was outside.
I peaked in the window.
No one was there.
She opened the door.
I ran.
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This book has short chapters! But they will get longer! I may even change the 1st ones!
Or the whole story! It depends! The cool thing about this is that you get to see how authors change the story as they move along! Weird huh? I know alot will change! But for now! I hope you are at least interested in what happens! Sorta!

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

WARNING: EMAIL CONTAINS NO POINT! : D

It is currently 12:42 a.m. here in Birds Landing, Califonia! I am going home tomarrow! :D YAY! Yet even though I am full of joy, I am also.... *insert scary music* ..........BORED! Yes, it fills me with pain to admit it! My syc doc told me it was for the best to express my emotions!.....I punched him.-see note below- (I think I  am getting a hang of this stuff!) So now I am practicing by sharing how bored I am! Isn't it just so refreshing! *rolls eyes*! Wahoo! :P 
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ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....
...............................................................................................................................................................................................URGH! CAN'T CONTROL BOREDOM! .....m..us.t........h..o...ld......o....u....t...........*BOOM*
"A large explosion seems to have occured inside her head. She fell backward hitting her head. A few minutes later she was up once more. We are guessing it was due to the fall that she started saying random words, making weird noises, jumping up and down, and destroying all in sight." Were the words of a news report that day. But we all know the true story. It was boredom that inflicted these things apon her. BOREDOM! Boredom is the reason she is now in the syc ward! So let that be a warning to you all! Boredom does stuff to you....
-Note that all this is just a fictional dream and is all due to the present mental state of the author!-______________

Myrna wrote: Maybe you should do something. Read a book, sing a song, jump rope, run upstairs and downstairs. That usually helps. Be happy! Love, Grammy

Brigitta wrote: lol! I already have a cure Grammy! I talk to you! 

Saturday, July 8, 2006

Subject poem written by Brigitta


*Subject poem written by
Brigitta*

DO NOT FORWARD! DO NOT FORWARD! NEVER FORWARD!
*cause you get those weird pointy things like this > And things like
the following may happen*


"AHHHHHH It's gonna get me! RUN!" -runs into wall- -BONK-

Which may not be to ones satisfaction! Being nocked out is not fun! And we
note that we are not responsible for any injuries, or deaths! So if there is
an angry mob outside...I suggest you RUN!


Enjoy and Have a great day!

A BOOK OF VOICES

By: One who calls herself Brigitta, yet has many names.
CHAPTER ONE
There are many accounts of people hearing voices. But this one is unique!* For as you hear many times in the books you read and movies you watch, this story begins with ... Once Upon A Time.
"Milika, hurry up!" calls Brushel. "We have to be at the village by sundown! Or the voices might get us!" I shivered. The voices were like a disease among the Latie village. They came upon villagers who stayed out past the suns rays. The voices aloud their hosts to hear them, as they spoke nonsense into the captives ear. They had fallen upon my father and the very thought of them infesting me was to much to bare. I ran! Brushel ran along with me. As two friends we ran for what seemed only minutes before we were within view of the village.
The sun was setting as we finally stopped on the path between our homes. "Goodnight!" said Brushel as she gasped for air. Then she seemed to catch her breath and add. "We'll go to sky lake tomorrow! 
That's closer, so we can stay all day!" Delighted I gave her a hug, smiled and ran home. Then at the door I stood and waved. Brushel waved back and then hurried inside as a strong wind rushed by flaring up her skirt. I did the same.
_________________________________________________________________*And for most stories to be really unique they must be made up. But this story is not made up! No, not at all! It is dreamed up! And dreams are unique in there own special way. For some are true and some just haven't happened yet. : )
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