What information I have is from and aunt (Irene Olive Rust) she has passed away, I have had this for many years and I haven’t done very much on this line. This is what I have:
Margaret Rosser Clay, born July 14, 1842 in Tipton, Goldenhill, Staffs.,England. Her parents are; John Rosser and Ann Davis. She married 1. John Cartwright 1861, had one son, John Cartwright. Then married 2. John Richard Clay, born Aug. 26 1842 in Silverdale,Keele,Staffs,.England. His parents are Richard Clay and Elizabeth Taylor.
John and Margaret’s family:
1. John Rosser Clay – Died as a child
2. Ann Elizabeth Clay (photo) – Born Nov. 2 1866 – Mold,.Howarden,Flint,Wales. Married John Thomas Olive
3. Mary Clay – Born Aug 31, 1868 – Mold,.Howarden,Flint,Wales. She died as a child.
4. Franklin Richard Clay – Born April 1, 1870 – Saltney,Flint,Wales.
John Richard Clay left Wales and came to America. Margaret and daughter and son came to America on the SS Nevada, Oct. 24, 1885. Margaret had 3 sisters living in Provo. Her son Franklin left Provo after her death and the family has never heard from him since. I also have a poem that was written by a great granddaughter (Margaret Olive - see photo). It is about the romance of Margaret and John Richard. It tells about the search for John and never found him. If you would like a copy I will email it to you.
I hope this adds a little light. Sorry I’m so late but I was gone to our daughters in Montana for a while.
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“I remember my mother telling about her Great Grandmother not being able to find her husband and my Mom said that she died of a broken heart.” - Pat Durfee
“Margaret Rosser joined the LDS church June 3, 1862, and John Richard joined May 10, 1896, this was 34 years before he did.” - Pat Durfee
A TRUE STORY OF GREAT GRANDMOTHER’S ROMANCE
MARGARET ROSSER AND JOHN CLAYE
Far away in sunny England
Near a clear and crystal stream
Lived the lady of the woodland
And the darling of my dreams.
She was beautiful and lovely
And her heart was true as steel
Oh! I thought we’d be so happy
When our wedding bells would peal.
But alas for dear hopes pictures
As we see them in our dreams
We too often meet distructure
And our hopes are doomed it seems.
We were married in the autumn
And our life it seemed complete
Till I broke the vows we treasured
Played a part in pure deceit.
I was then heir to a kingdom
And my father in his pride,
Said that I should wed for title
When I came home with a bride.
But I loved the brown eyed maiden
And if all the world deride
Though she were a dramsmith’s daughter
I would claim her as my bride.
So my father cast me from him,
Sent me in the world to roam
Then it was, I left my darling,
And I crossed the sliming foam.
To this new, free and wild country
Where the slave can find retreat
Came I with a heart of bravery,
And I thought not of defeat.
Fortune seemed to be against me,
As I traveled to and fro.
Through this free and rocky country
Where no roads, just paths to lead
Express and mail I carried,
On my fast and trusted steed
Then the letters came not often,
And the thread we had was lost,
Then I heard no more, to soften
What became my heavy cross.
And at last my heart grew weary
Of the fate I had to meet,
And the years were dark and dreary
Since I lost those letters sweet.
Time went on and on unending
Then I heard that she had died
So I tried to just forget all
But I could not though I tried.
Years I was in the land of freedom
And temptation tried and claimed
I was just another victim
Added to the tempter’s claim (chain.)
Then I met fair Isabelle
She was gentle pure and fair
Eyes that of true love did tell
Beautiful tresses of golden hair.
So I wooed and she believed me
Never telling her this story
Of the one I had deceived
In that far off foreign country
So we married and were happy
With our boys and girls that came,
With the years that were so many,
And we loved them all the same.
In my heart a heavy secret,
In my mouth were loving words,
And our children ne’er regretted
They had lived with us on earth.
Then I heard about my daughter
Living not too far away.
Two years old when I had left her,
Grown now and another’s bride.
So I searched for her and told her,
Of my sorrow for the past,
How I’d try to make, or render
Kindness for the wrongs at last.
She at first accused and scorned me,
Asked me why I acted so,
Told me how her mother suffered,
In those days so long ago.
How her mother had been faithful
To the vows she made to me.
How the long years rolled uncheerful,
Still expecting me to see.
How she came out to this country,
Searched for me, but all in vain,
How her heart has slowly broken,
She in death for years had lain.
But at last I fained forgiveness,
From my daughter Anna dear,
And I hope to live in kindness
For the rest of my few years.
Yes I want to be forgiven
By my maker, ere I go
To the land where sin is driven
With the foul down below.
And I hope to meet my first love
In the world that is to come.
In that fair, fair land above
In our dear and lovely home.
Never place yourself in danger
Of temptation, if you know,
For the Lord you’ll surely anger,
And his power from you will go.
COMPOSED BY MARGARET OLIVE PAXTON, [at] AGE 12.