John Barrett, My Paternal 2nd great grandfather

John Barrett

John Barrett is my Paternal 2nd Great-Grandfather. His birth is 14 Dec 1837 in Manchester, Lancashire, England. His death 29 Jan 1894 in Albion, Cassia, Idaho, United States. A few interesting facts I have learned about him is John is a twin, he was born 10 minutes before 11p.m. 2 Back Clock Alley, Market Street registration district, Manchester, Lancashire, England. His twin sister is Mary Jane Barrett her death was on 28 Dec 1928 in Fall River, Bristol, Massachusetts. He married Hannah Bradbury on 22 May 1859, in Ashton-under-Lyn, Ashton-under-Lyn, Lancashire, England. She already had three children before they were married, their names are, John William Bradbury (1852 – 1914); Violet Bradbury (1856 – 1930) and William Bradbury (1858 – 1858). William died when he was only two months old. John and Hannah had four sons, their names are, Thomas Barrett (1860 – 1919), my great-grandfather, Edward Barrett (1862 – 1954), John William Barrett (1865 – 1899), David Barrett (1869 – 1926). John came to America with his two older adult sons and their family sometime in the 1880’s. His wife Hannah and the other children remained in England. I cannot find any divorce documents, and there is a conflict on stories that have been passed down in the family as to why Hannah and some of the children remained in England and some moved to America. I know that in England they worked in the coal mines, and work was hard and pay was little, so it’s believed the ones who moved to America did so to build a better life where they could work and earn a better income. The one fact I do know is Hannah did married a Charles HALL on 3 September 1892, in Wakefield, Yorkshire, England. On her marriage document to Charles, Hannah was listed as a widow, but John Barrett did not die until 29 January 1894. John had gone up into the mountains to get some logs to help build my great-grandfather Edwards log cabin with a team of horses. On the way back down the mountain, for some reason the horses got spooked and before they could get control of the horse the strap holding the logs broke, and John was killed by the logs all rolling over on him. It was said that John was a hard worker. They know the area where John was buried, but it was an unmarked grave, so the family put a memorial name stone by his son Edward and his wife Alice that were buried in the same cemetery there in Albion Idaho.
John Barrett's Memorial Marker

Happy Fathers Day 2014

I want to honor my father Donald Barrett Danner and the other father’s in my family who make a great impact on the lives of their family . I am grateful for all you gave to allow our way of life to be Free and Based on Peace. My father followed in the footsteps of our family’s rich military history. I would like to thank him for all he did and continues to served with honor to God, Country and Family. He taught his children to give our best and our all to everything we do in our life. I would like to share the “Military” page I am creating to honor my Father, Donald Barrett Danner who served our country with honor in the US Marine Corp, and is still serving in his local area with their Veterans events and in his community to do what he can at 84 to keep America strong and the land of the Brave. I love you DAD and so proud of the man you always have been.

I want to honor my wonderful husband, Danny J Loveless, for being the best,most loving, and wise father to his five children and step father to my five children. He did the Mr Mom thing and was actively involved in his children’s life. He shared his musical talents, his love of working and playing with boats of all size from the RC model boats, ski boats, and the race boats with his children. When me and my children came into his life, he stepped into the role of Father so easy and made my children feel as if they were his own and not just step children. We are truly blessed to have him in our lives.

When One Door Closes, another One Opens

Helen Keller said, When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed-door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us“.

I could not have imaged sixteen years ago this Sunday, June 15, 1998 what life had in store for me. The night before, I had arrived at my sister’s home in Provo, Utah after driving from what had been our home for the last six years in San Antonio, Texas. I came here to start a new life at 37 years old as a single mother to five minor age children. If reality had not already been clear to me, it was about to serve me a reality check. Bright and early on the morning of June 15th I was told that there was someone at the door that could only speak with me. I went to the door, and a gentleman asked if I was “Karen Liggett” when I said yes, he said please sign here. After I signed he handed me what was my final divorce decree ending my marriage of 18 year, 2 months, and 15 days. Even though I had known this day would come at some point after the three-year period I had been alone raising my children, I guess I did not think my old life would be officially ending, on the same day my new life was beginning in Utah. Later that same day I would go to the closing on the home I had bought for me and my children with some of the funds I had received the previous year in a personal injury settlement. My now former spouse was overseas with his military career, and the life I thought I had been building with him was now over. I felt on that day so many issues with self-doubt, and self-pity. I felt that my life was over, and I was the world’s biggest loser. Yet, I had five reasons to suffer my pains internally. I felt that I at least needed to externally appear to my five wonderful children to know that even though this is not how we would have liked things to have turned out, we knew that this too shall pass and we would rise from the ashes stronger and a better family for it; even though this was not how I was feeling inside at that time.
I would love to say that the recovery process, and the rebuilding of a new life for me and my five children came easy and without pain, but I was learning first hand that life is all about change, whether we want it or not. With change there comes some pain yet it also brings growth. Transformation happens when we allow ourselves to be flexible, and when we let the waters of imagination flow freely in our life. A process I was not ready for in 1998. I didn’t know where the next door would lead to, and this uncertainty made the future even more scary and frustrating knowing that the choices I would make would directly affect the quality of life my children would have. I had some tough choices before me and only myself to make them, it was a scary and difficult time in my life, which was only made more complicated because I was dealing with some of my own health issues.

This was at my mother's funeral Nov 1998.

Me and my Five Liggett Children. This was at my mother’s funeral Nov 1998.

My oldest daughter was going into her senior year of high school. She had been actively involved with her High School swim team in Texas, and I was hoping that her new Utah high school would have a swim team as equally competitive as her old school. She had already given up playing the cello in the orchestra so I did not want her to have to give up on her swim team enjoyment as well. I wondered if I should stay in Texas one more year and allow her to finish her high school where she was already adjusted, and enjoyed. Yet, I had several teenage children who were taking their parents’ divorce hard and was making some unwise rebellious choices that I knew would lead to more trouble than they realized at the time. Could I have taken a chance to stay another year for my oldest daughter sake and possibly have some bigger life-threatening issues with some of my other children. My youngest son was a shy ten-year old with ADHD and was going into the fourth grade. Everywhere I looked I had problems to solve, and no matter the choices I would make there was no one answer that would work best for my now family of six.
At that time with all my self-doubts and fears for my children’s future, I told myself to not focus on me but rather just on my children. I was not looking to have another relationship that could hurt me and my children. I closed myself off from the outside world except where I needed to interact with others for my children’s sake with things like their school. My first year living in Utah was a nightmare. Not because of the place or the people, but more because I was just going through the motions needed to live and take care of my children. To say that 1998 was probably one of my most difficult years in my life is an understatement. 1998 Started with me getting a total hysterectomy and two more hospital stays for other needed operations. The middle of the year I got to pack up and sell my home in San Antonio, and move to Utah, and get my children settled in to a new home and schools. My marriage has ended, and this not of my choice, than the year ended with the death of my beloved mother. All in all I can honestly say that in 1998 I felt I had been to hell and back and was amazed I managed to stay somewhat on this side of sanity.
I did not want to turn my heart back on or look around at the blessings and beauties life had to offer. I was missing out on many other opportunities because I was too afraid to take the chance of being hurt again. I forgot to focus my energy on the right door. My mind was too muddled to even find the open door, because I did not take the time to look at the present. There was a brightness and goodness in the people all around me the I could have enjoyed, but I could not see it because of my blindness caused by my hurt of what I had lost. If I could just have gotten the courage to seize the best of what was right there in front of me, I could have started into my new dream for a happier life sooner. Life has to be a journey we each travel at our own pace. I had to learn something’s in my life by making my share of mistakes, and slowly working myself back into being more than just going through the motions of life, but really living life to its fullest. It took me that first year to really come to terms with the one door that had closed, and to get the courage and strength to step through the open door of the unknown future.

This photo was taken at my sister, Joann's home, Provo, Utah. January 2006

Me and My Five Adult Liggett Children. January 2006

One year to the day of my divorce being final and me starting a new life in Utah, I got a call from a strange man, Danny Loveless, who said a mutual friend had given him my phone number and told him I was in the market to buy a boat. Danny knew a lot about boats and could give me some technical advice that I needed and as we were talking on the phone he said he was going up to Burley Idaho to race his boat. I had to laugh, because my younger sister, Kathy had lived in that area since my parents retired and moved back to their hometown in Idaho in 1988. Kathy and her husband had been going to that race for a long time and she always told me that I should come and see how fun it was. I had not lived close enough to go to that race in the past, but since this was the first year I was living closer to Burley, I would go up that year to check out the boat race and see my family that lived in that area. So this began the strange and unusual friendship with a man who would open my eyes to a whole new kind of life, and my heart to a whole new wonderful kind of love.
As long as Danny and I were in the friendship mode, things felt safe enough for me. Danny was a firefighter and eight years older than me and “wow” talk about two people whose lives were totally opposite. He had lived in Provo, Utah all his life and he was an only child and to make matters worse his father had died when he was nine. He is as outgoing as I am shy and he loves to take risks and there is not much he is not willing to try to learn and then do, that’s why he made a prefect firefighter… Very calm under pressure… Quite the opposite of me. In contrast, by the time I moved to Utah, I had lived in California, Okinawa, Virginia, and even Utah for about six months right after high school, than England, Maryland, Italy, and finally Texas. I had not lived in any one place more than seven years and I was the fifth of six children. My mother had just passed away about 8 months before I met Danny, and luckily I was blessed that my dad is still alive, and still is. Before I met Danny I was a chicken and super afraid to tackle anything new. Danny also has five children, but only his youngest daughter who was 16 at that time was still living at home, and she lived with her mother but came to spend most of her weekends with her dad. Everyone I talked to told me what a good man Danny was, and before long I started to agree. But, I really thought Danny would get back with his old girlfriend as soon as she figured some things out in her life and realized what a wonderful man Danny was and what she had given up. So at that time we both were comfortable with the friendship mode and keeping our distance. Then about six months into our friendship things really started to shift from friendship to something more, and this scared me. Luckily for me Danny is a wise and patient man who would tell me all the time to let my intuition sparkle, and for me to listen and follow my heart. He helped me learn to trust in myself, and to cherish every opportunity that I had in life, and to seek out new ones. He helped me to be content with every step I took, and not to beat myself up for perceived mistakes from the past, and to stop looking for what was, and just look to what is and what could be. He would keep telling me that I was where I was supposed to be and all I needed to do was sit back, relax and go with the flow of life instead of going against it, and take a chance on him and let time heal all the wounds.

My sister Joann is standing to the right of my husband Danny, other than that this is Danny and my 10 children, their spouses, and our at the time 16 grandchildren. Grandson # 17 arriving Aug, and Grandson #18 arriving in Oct of this year.

My sister Joann is standing to the right of my husband Danny, other than that this is Danny and my 10 children, their spouses, and our at the time 16 grandchildren. Grand-Son #9 will be arriving in August, and Grand-Daughter #9 will be arriving in October of this year.

Sixteen years of joy and tears, ups and downs, and twist and turns. The growth and experiences of the last 16 years have helped me to develop into a mature lady who is a bit chubbier, grayer, an a grandmother, who is now happier than I ever imaged possible. We have a grand-daughter who will be getting married this coming March, so who knows how long it will be before I will get to add “Great-Grandma” on to my titles. These days I focus on the open doors, the ones that will lead to new ideas, thoughts and experiences. I am not perfect, my life is not perfect, after all in life there are no guarantees, but the truth is that life is too short to waste your time staring at a closed-door. For my family, friends and followers who read my blog, who also might find themselves going through some tough times, that will test your resolve, and that causes you to doubt your self-worth, I say, “Hold on and reach out to those that are willing to help you and be there for you”. While it’s not fun, this phase of your life, will pass, you will be stronger than before and you will be surprised at your inner strength. Don’t look at the closed doors, or past perceived mistakes any longer than is needed to learn something from them, then turn around and step through the open door in front of you into the great unknown. Trust me it is well worth it.

What is in a Name?

I have early memories of my father telling me how important it was how I conducted myself in life, not only for my own sake, but also for the honor of our family name. All those who came before me and their sacrifices gave me such a great family heritage and one I could be proud of. It was my responsibility to live in a way that my descendants would be proud of their family name. I spent the first twenty years of my life with my maiden surname “Danner”. For the next twenty years my surname was “Liggett”. Since 2000, I have had the surname of my sweet and “vary lovable” husband, Danny “Loveless”. With each of my surnames, I have tried to follow my father’s advice and live my life in a way that would bring honor to that family name. So what is the meaning and origin of my three family names that I have had?
Danner : Name Meaning German: topographic name for someone who lived in or by a forest, from Middle Low German dan, Middle High German tan ‘pine’, ‘forest’ + the suffix -er denoting an inhabitant. Danner Family Origin: Germany, Württemberg, Switzerland, Baden, Bavaria, and Preussen.”
As I wrote in some of my other blogs, my paternal 6th Great grandfather, Michael Danner was one of two sole survivors of his family who were all killed off during the wars that were going on in the area of Switzerland where the family lived. Their original family surname was “Tanner” and somewhere between the wars and being pushed to the German area and coming to America they change their family surname to “Danner”. So I wanted to learn more about the meaning and origin of the “Tanner” family name.
Tanner: Name Meaning English and Dutch: occupational name for a tanner of skins. Swiss and German: habitational name for someone from any of several places called Tanne (in the Harz Mountains and Silesia) or Tann (southern Germany). Tanner Family Origin: England, Germany, Ireland, Switzerland, Great Britain, and France.”
Liggett: Name Meaning English (now found mainly in northern Ireland): topographic name from Middle English lidyate ‘gate in a fence between plowed land and meadow’ (Old English hlid-geat ‘swing-gate’), or a habituation name from one of the places named with this word, as for example Lidgate in Suffolk or Lydiate in Lancashire. Liggett Family Origin: Ireland, Great Britain, England, Thonigstutter, Sweden, and Denmark.”
Loveless: Name Meaning nickname from Middle English loveles ‘loveless’, ‘without love’, probably in the sense ‘fancy free’. Some early examples, such as Richard Lovelas (Kent 1344), may have as their second element Middle English las(se) ‘girl’, ‘maiden’. Loveless Family Origin: England, Great Britain, Ireland, and Germany. The name was originally spelled LoveLaz, a French word said to denote work as a secretary, clerk or scribe. Because education even in the forecourt and registry officials was rare, the spelling often varied even from brother, to brother. Today, the Lovelaces, the Lovelesses or Lovelys are all members of the same family. The first recorded spelling of the family name is shown to be that of Edith Luvelece, which was dated 1243, who was a witness at the Somerset Assize Court, Taunton, during the reign of King Henry 111, known as ‘The Frenchman’, 1216 – 1272. Surnames became necessary when governments introduced personal taxation. In England this was known as Poll Tax. Throughout the centuries, surnames in every country have continued to “develop” often leading to astonishing variants of the original spelling. ”
I will admit that with each name I have had my share of being teased by some over my surname. I found that there are a many opinions in this world as there are people of all forms of diversity. Since most of the teasing was just friendly jousting I just smile and laugh with whoever is doing the teasing. After all I have done my share of teasing others over their family surnames. Life is meant to enjoy and having a little laugh or two over teasing of our names is all fun and games.
Another one of my favorite pass times is American NFL football. Since the early 1970’s I have been an avid devoted Washington “Redskin” fan. Why, you might ask? It’s a simple answer for me. We lived in northern Virginia at the time, I was getting to the age where I understood the game and the Redskin’s was the local team and their games was shown in that area on TV the most. It also helped that my mother was passionate about the Redskins, and well for me a young teenage girl it also meant I had to like the team colors, and their logo on their helmets. To me it’s all fun and games to celebrate the Championship years, and still cheer and hope for improvement during the losing years. Yet, in the scheme of life there are also important issues I always remind myself of, like it’s only a game and nothing more. I realize for the team owners, players, and the many others who make an income for running their individual teams, it more than a game, it is the means to which they provide for their families. Yet, as I watch both sides of this Washington Redskins name controversy, I am amazed that it’s taken on such importance. The fact that the US President and Senators all feel it to be an important enough issue to take their time, at our tax payer’s expense to deal with this issue is absurd. They have set aside the more pressing issues like our economy, our education system, our VA problems, and many other issues that really do have an effect on the kind of quality of life we will have. For them to put the focus on and take up our legal court room times to force the owner to have to change the team name that has been the team name since February 13, 1937 to me is embarrassing for them…
Have we become a people who if we can find anything offensive about anything, we can take up tax payer funded and time to go to court to force private citizens and force them to change the name of their private business? The family heritage I am blessed to have that comes from my forefathers who were some that founded our country had a constitution that gives ALL our citizens freedom that are not offered in many other countries. I know that for my 6th great-grandfather, whose whole family died fighting for freedom of religion and freedom of speech, and him coming to America was a dream that came out of much sacrifice. Our constitution was set up to protect us as individual citizens from a government taking over every part of our personal life. So how come we as individual citizens are allowing our government to spend precious time and our funds on matter as unimportant as the name of a private professional football team? Yet at the same time, we do not find those same government officials held personally accountable when they so openly and repeatedly fail to do the very jobs they were elected to do? Just to name a few examples I can think off the top of my head, ATF gunwalking scandal, 2012 Benghazi cover up, stimulus package, VA problems, the IRS targeting, the NSA tapping, and the list goes on and on. It’s disheartening to me to think what important issues are being neglected as we make a name of a football team our main media attention.
I listen, read and research both side of this silly Washington Redskins name controversy. Here are the facts as I know them. The team originated as the Boston Braves, based in Boston, Massachusetts, in 1932. At the time the team played in Braves Field, home of the Boston Braves baseball team. The following year the club moved to Fenway Park, home of the Boston Red Sox, whereupon owners changed the team’s name to the Boston Redskins. In newspaper articles it is said “the name of the team had nothing to do with American Indians, but rather a marketing plan to have the town’s baseball and football teams have the same name. Once the team moved their playing field they chose a name as close to the baseball Red Sox name as they could and still be able to save money and not have to come up with a new team logo. Nothing was meant to be offensive, just a name to fit in with the Marketing of the town they were playing at. So, 80 years later some now find the Redskin name offensive to our Native Americans even in light of the facts what the real reason for the team name was, or the facts of the last 80 years of league history. A few now in our strong-arm government feel they have the legal right to bully and force their will on a private citizen and the Redskins culture that has developed over the last 80 plus years. Are we to forget the billions of dollars of fan memorabilia that has been sold over the last 80 years? Are we to forget the millions of fans who come from several family generations of the “Redskin Nation” that we are proud of? Once we allow our government to force one private business to change to the will of a small percentage, will government stop there, or have we now opened the door to allowing the government to go after anyone or anything that is found to be offensive? Is this not how the Nazi’s starting to gain their power hold on their country? Check your history books friends, are we going to sit by as it is repeating itself.
From my youth I have been told to take pride in my family name. To learn from those forefathers who carried that name, and always carry on a sense of honor to those who will come after me. I do feel how and why a name that was started does matter over time. More importantly it is how the legacy grows on with each generation. For some of us, our family names will change, like females who will marry and take on the name of their husbands, yet we can all live in a way that will honor all the names we will have in our life time.
A name is only a name, until you place a legacy of meaning, history and honor with it, then it becomes a heritage to protect and carry on. I am proud of the family history I have been able to research and learn about so far. I am sure it’s a pride that will grow within me and my family as I research and learn more about my other family members. This includes those that I know nothing about at this time, but hope to one day. I feel I am part of the Redskin nation and Family since the early 1970’s. I would prefer that our ever-increasing in power government stay out of the private business of our private citizens life’s… As a nation we must allow the Redskin Legacy of the last 80 years to continue on, for all the reasons that I wrote above. Not just the future of the Redskins and their name is all that is reflected here, but also the direction that our country is headed in… I hope we can one day be at a place in time where everyone can stop being offended by our differences and somehow just allow life to be about more than just a name, but rather about all the history and legacy that has developed into the whole package that comes with the name.