Yes the real William Shakespeare. It is not a direct line, but it is pretty darn close because he shares the same grandparents with my line.
My father's mother i Melissa Shaw, whose mother is Melissa Ann Atwood whose mother is Mary Sophronia Barber, who is the daughter of William Perry Barber, the son of William Barber, the son of John Barber, who is also the son of a John Barber, the son of John Drake Barber, the son of Ruth Drake, the daughter of John Drake II whose mother is Lettyce Shakespeare the cousin of William Shakespeare. Henry Shakespeare, father of Lettyce is the brother of John Shakespeare and their parents are Richard Shakespeare and Abigail Webb. Now I think that is pretty cool. This is from Family Search. William Shakespeare was born in Stratford on Avon, Warwickshire, England in 1564. He passed away in 1616 and is buried in Westminster Abbey. He was married to Anne Hathaway.
I find this list is very helpful to me as I do genealogy work. I also find I am always adding to it. On a few occasions I find different sides of the family having common ancestors, and also ancestors with the same name.
Sheri made this for me for Christmas one year. I hung it on the wall, then used is as a desk mat for many years. It is not totally accurate, because Mark's DOB is written differently than everyone else's. His birthday is 1/12/87. Natalia is 10/17/85, Mark, Jeremy 10/18/89, Charity 11/1/90. Billy Boy was 12/9/84. Our other three children were not yet born, Miranda 2/16/93 Caleb 5/19/95 and Tony 2/8/2007.
Sweetwater Crossing(November 4, 1856) By Stephen E. Robinson
Ensign October 2014
So many miles, and such a shallow stream, but wet and
Wide with sticky mud.1 And this time there was snow and ice.
Not ice enough to cross2 on, like the miracle at Nauvoo.
Another miracle was needed here; and perhaps a sacrifice.
With wagons, clothing, food,3 and fire for loved ones yet unknown,
Men and boys from Zion climbed their mountains through the frost
To find the stranded pioneers, exhausted on the prairie and
Dying in November’s snows, with the Sweetwater still to cross.
Their clothes were rent; their strength was spent; they’d eaten belts and shoes.
Hundreds there were winter-bound with no hope that they might rally;
It would take a bridge of living flesh, willingly laid down,
To save the souls at Devil’s Gate and bring them to the Valley.
Then the Valley boys, some beardless, brave, saw no other way.
The young men knew what they must do—saw what was required,
And carried, ferried, the weak and sick across the freezing water,
Crossed and recrossing, crossed again. Crossed, though chilled and tired.
And as the young men waded, bearing on their strong, warm backs
Their loads of tired flesh, of fathers, mothers, children, wives,4
Ignored the pain, the chills like nails in freezing hands and feet,
They crossed for love—and Jesus’ sake—and offered life for lives.5
And while from Devil’s Gate all crossed to the shelter of the Cove,
Like lambs born in too-early spring, the young men shivered and they froze,
Bearing scores of pilgrim strangers, the least of all the pioneers,6
Who had pushed their carts and their poor hearts till both broke7in winter’s snows.
That cold and lonely river was once the crossroads of the world,
Where works of faith met gifts of grace at the continent’s divide.
God there poured out his mercy on both the saviors and the saved,
And those who crossed and washed8inthatsweet Water never died.
On the surface, this poem is about crossing the Sweetwater River. The symbolic subtext, however, is the Atonement of Jesus Christ and how He bore the weight of the whole human family on His shoulders, as symbolized by the young rescuers who carried pioneers across the freezing river.
The word cross is used 12 times in the title and the text of the poem. The repetition is intentional. The willing sacrifice of the young men delivers the souls from “Devil’s” Gate across the water to their salvation.