A Strickley Family Photo

Featured:
Ellen Brindle Strickley
John Strickley
Francis Hall Strickley
Miriam Strickley
Jim Strickley

Photo: Five Generations of the Brindle Family

Featured:
William John Strickely
Kathleen S. Rafferty
Sarah Pouney Brindle
Ellen B. Strickley
Robert William Rafferty

Funeral of John Albert Whitehead

Featured in this photo:

William B. Whitehead
Emma B. Whitehead
George R. Meservy
Clara S. Meservy
Annie B. Whitehead
Joseph B. Meservy Whitehead
Mary W. Bird
Winifred K. Whitehead
Annie H. Whitehead
Lambert M. Whitehead
Sarah W. Straw
Laurel Whitehead
Gertrude L. Brindle Whitehead

James Whitehead Jr. and wife Amelia Charlotte Brindle Whitehead

Here are pictures of James Whitehead Jr and his wife Amelia Charlotte Brindle and four of their children. Nephi Edward is not shown here. He died in 1899.

John Strickley and Ellen Pouney Brindle Strickley

Brindle Line

Here are some pictures I scanned from "Benjamin William Brindle and His Descendants" by Hazel Whitehead Vorkink. I will be scanning more. I'd also like to include this poem found in the same book by William Vorkink:

Forge The Chains

O God, our Father, unto thee
Our hearts we lift in praise;
To t hank Thee for redemption free
And for thy boundless grace
Which to all men, both "great and small",
Born since creation's dawn,
Who've proved their worth in mortal life,
Brings exaltation's crown.

When Thy dear Son, on that bleak hill,
Surrendered mortal breath
To satisfy a broken law,
And strike the bonds of death,
His spirit sought the realm of rest
Of which the prophet told,
And to the legions of the dead
The gospel did unfold.

Now, in the fullness of the times,
As earth's redemption nears,
And great Elijah Thou didst send
To bridge the span of years --
To turn the children's hearts, so they
Might seek their parent's weal --
We pray thee, Lord, Thy spirit send
To spur our flagging zeal.

Grant we may read the records clear,
Unlock the mysteries
Of races gone and tongues long dead --
To write their histories.
In temples sacred unto Thee
As saviors we may strive
To forge the chair, unbroken, strong,
That threads eternal life.