Sunday, June 24, 2012

Anna Pixley Johnson-Great,Great,Great Grandmother

Anna was born 16 August 1800 in Canaan, Grafton, New Hampshire, to Timothy Johnson and Anna Pixley. She married Joel Hills Johnson 2 November, 1826 at Pomphret, Chautauqua, New York. Anna's 6th child, Seth Guernsey , is our grandfather. He was born in Cartage Illinois.
Anna was baptized 20, May 1831 and Joel was baptized 1, June. While Joel was making arrangements to build a house, Anna took sick with a nervous fever and the family one by one took sick also. This continued about 5 weeks when Anna woke one morning with a smile on her countenance that the Lord had spoken to her that night and said to her, "Go daughter, sleep in peace and rest." From that time on Anna's mind was at rest. She died 11, September 1840 and was buried in Ramus, later called Macedonia and is now called Webster, Hancock, Illinois.

(This poem was with her story)    Plastic little children,
                                                     Made of Heaven's clay,
                                                     Oh, Father give us vision
                                                     To mold them right today.
                                         
                                                     Potential Gods in miniature,
                                                     We must have help from Thee,
                                                     For how they are fashioned here today,
                                                     Will endure through all eternity.
                                                           (Author Unknown)

This is another poem I found in my stories...I do not know who she is.
                                     Among my treasures,
                                     I want there should be,
                                     At least one friend,
                                     Who is true to me.

                                    To keep this friend,
                                    Either old or new,
                                    I must first to myself be true.
                                    If I am true to myself, you see,
                                   Then true to this friend,
                                   I am sure to be.
                                         (Daisy Johnson)

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