Our Warby Family Line

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Introduction to the Warby Family

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The surname Warby was first found in Cambridgeshire, formerly Huntingdonshire where it is now a large parish and village. The village dates back to pre-Conquest times where the first listing was Weardebusc in 974. Literally the place name probably means "bush of a man called Wearda" having derived from the Old English personal name + busc. [1] By the time of the Domesday Book, the lands were held listed as lands of St. Benedict of Ramsey.

Looking back further, the family was originally derived from Verbois, near Rouen in Normandy France.

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Last name: Warby

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This interesting and unusual name has two possible sources, each with its own distinct history and derivation.

Firstly, the surname may be of Old French origin, and an occupational name for a forester, introduced into England after the Norman Conquest of 1066. The derivation is from the Anglo-Norman and Old French "warde(r)", to guard, and "bois", wood.

Secondly, the surname may be of Old Scandinavian origin, and a variant of the locational name Warboys, from the place so called in the former county of Huntingdonshire, now part of Cambridgeshire, and a parish in the diocese of Ely.

The placename is recorded in the Saxon Chartulary of 974 as "Wardebusc, Weardebusc", and is composed of the Old Norse elements "varthi", beacon, and "buski", brushwood, bushes.

Job-descriptive surnames originally denoted the actual occupation of the namebearer, and gradually became hereditary, while locational surnames were used particularly as a means of identification by those who left their birthplace to settle elsewhere. The modern forms of the surname from either source include, Warboy(s), Worboy(s), Warb(e)y(s) and Wharby, and some early examples are Warbye (1569); Warby (1575); Warbie (1633); and Warebe (1634). Among the recordings of the name in Church Registers is the marriage of Anne Warby and John Crouchley at St. Dunstan in the East, London, on October 16th 1575. The first recorded spelling of the family name is shown to be that of Richard Wardebois, which was dated 1207, in the "Pipe Rolls of Staffordshire", during the reign of King John, known as "Lackland", 1199 - 1216. 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.

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1536- William Walbye

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1585- Hennerye Walbye

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1622- Edward Walby

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1666- Edward Walby

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1699- Edward Walby

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1724-Edward Warby

1724-Edward Warby Family

1750- Thomas Warby

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1750- Thomas Warby Family

1785- James Warby

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1785- James Warby Family

1815- William Warby

1818- (son) Warby

1820- John Warby

1823- (son) Warby

1822- James Warby

1824- Mary Ann Warby

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Issac's Family

Norma Blanche Warby

Sidney Allen Warby

William Edward Warby

Issac Gilbert Warby

Henry Bernard Warby

Luella Francetta Warby

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Norma's Family

Isaac LeRoy Crosby

Elvira Narcissus Crosby

Allen Tanner Crosby

Murray Jacob Crosby

Essie Idona Crosby

Effie Mathiews Crosby

William Garth Crosby

Lew Aubrey Crosby

Gilbert Garnell Crosby

Norman Guy Crosby Graff


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My Uncle Bill Warby lived on North Creek, just north of Beaver Utah.

Burn Wood To Save Money And Enjoy the Winter

by William E. Warby, Jr.

When I was a young lad on the farm my Dad and Grandad used to tell me how lucky I was that I got to chop the wood each evening after school. Their reasoning was that the wood warmed me twice, once when I chopped it and again when it was being burned to cook the meals and keep the family warm.

As time went on I came to realize another benefit from this vigorous exercise. Most of the time a light jacket or even shirt sleeves were enough to keep me warm when I was really pounding on a wood pile. Then, when it came time to go the corral and milk the cows, if I left the wood pile and immediately put on a heavier coat, I could sit down beside a cow and the combination of my own body heat and that of the cow would keep me comfortable for quite awhile. Especially if I got a cow that would let me stick my head right in her warm flank. My face would then be right over the bucket and the warmth from the milk would rise and warm my face a little. Of course, I could always squirt a little warm milk into my mouth. Yes, there were lots of tricks I learned during those long, cold winters on the farm that made life bearable and most of the time, even enjoyable.

At our house we had two main wood boxes, one long covered one, against the back of the house by the kitchen door and another just inside the door by the kitchen range. My first chore was to heap the inside box with "cook stove wood", with some reserve in the outside box. The reminder of the outside box was for heating wood. During the coldest weather when we weren’t likely to have much company, we would keep a small box in the living room to keep a few sticks of wood in for the "old box heater".

When I was younger I thought this wood we kept inside the house was to save us from having to go out in the cold every time we needed to put some wood in the stove. But as I became more involved in "keeping up the fires" I came to realize that drying the wood out was an important part of it, too. Also, drying the wood in this manner puts moisture in the air as our modern day humidifiers do.

Experience taught me that dry wood is much more efficient then wet wood, mainly because wet wood takes more air to keep it burning and the more air you let into your stove at the bottom the more hot air rose up the chimney and is wasted.

Our old clapboard house used to get mighty cold by morning after the fires had gone out. Many times there would be a half inch of ice on the water bucket in the kitchen. So the first order of business each morning was to get a fire going in the heater. We made sure before going to bed
that everything was as handy as possible to get a fire going in the shortest possible time.

The final preparation was to be sure when we took our clothes off that we put them where we could find them in the dark with a couple of kitchen matches in the trouser pockets to get the lamp lit. The next thing was to get the ashes out of the box heater with the fire shovel without
scattering them on the floor and into the air. This took quite a lot of will power when we were already shivering up a sweat.

With three sheets of newspaper wadded loosely and placed in the bottom of the stove with one corner sticking out through the draft opening, we next dumped a three gallon bucket of dried out chips, a by-product of chopping wood, on the paper, put some small cookstove wood on top of that and finally some large sticks or logs to finish filling the box heater. By that time our jaws were aching from trying to control the chattering of our teeth, but the agony was about over. All that was left was to strike a match on the side of the stove and with much concentration, try to hold the match still enough to light the corner of paper we left sticking through the draft opening. In a few seconds, when enough paper had burned away from the opening to allow the air to start circulating, we could hear a roar which would make us feel better even before the stove started
to warm up. Another thirty seconds and we would start to feel more real heat and could start rubbing our hands together over the top of the stove because that is part of building a fire on a cold morning.

In no time at all now, we would, start feeling the heat penetrating the front of our trousers so we would turn our back to the stove and placing the backs of our hands against our pockets we would back up to that old stove using our hands to tell us when we were as close as we could get
without burning our clothes.

By then we were feeling so good we would want to share it, so we would let out a war whoop and yell to the rest of the family to rise and shine. With a fire going in the cookstove and our blood warmed up to just below the boiling point we put on our coats and made a dash to the corral to "juice the jerseys".

I well remember the coldest morning that I experienced on the farm , somewhere between 30 and 40 degrees below zero, depending upon who you talked to. That was one night the fire in the heater was kept going all night. Dad and Grandad took turns starting the old Motel T truck every
hour so Dad could be sure to get it going so he could pick up the North Creek milk and take it to the creamery.

Most of the wood we burned in those days was Juniper Cedar. Dad had homesteaded 160 acres of ground that was literally covered with Cedars with a few Pinion Pine scattered throughout. In the process of clearing the land for farming, there was always plenty of wood from our own property. The home place was located along a creek so we had plenty of Cottonwood there.
We always had a load or two of Quaking Aspen which we brought down from the mountains at the end of a fishing trip. I quickly learned that different kinds of wood need to be chopped differently.

For instance, Cedar needs to be chopped nearly all the way through, chopping from both sides before it can be broken without leaving long splinters on each side of the cut.

Pinion Pine needs only a little chopping on one side and then a good lick with the back of the axe on the outer end and it will break right off and not splinter.

Aspen is somewhere in between the Cedar and the Pinion. But Cottonwood is something else. You just plain have to chop through Cottonwood and since it is a fast burning wood, you should burn logs as large as possible.

We had a small amount of Scrub oak on our place and I learned a lesson from this, also. You don’t break Oak! You chop all the way through. It isn’t soft like Cottonwood. So you earn all you get when you chop dry Oak. But once you get an armful cut, you’ve got yourself some wood that will last a long time and put out lots of heat. In fact, you have to know how much to put in the stove at one time or you are apt to burn up your stove.

During the hottest part of the summer a quick fire that would be good and hot to cook the meal and not last longer than was needed was desirable. Sage Brush is excellent for this purpose if it is readily available.
We had a neighbor family whose house faced acres and acres of Sage Brush. They had a son who, like myself, was assigned the job of chopping the wood, and of course, like me, he always chopped the easiest pieces first. By the time school was out in the spring the woodpile was reduced to a few large, formidable looking pieces.

Well, this family had a large farm, a large herd of sheep and a dairy herd. It seems there was seldom time for wood chopping during the summer months so the lady of the house, being a good woman, would go out and gather Sage Brush to cook the meals with. Now dead Sage Brush is fairly easy to gather but when it is green it can be mighty stubborn about letting go of it’s life sustaining hold on Mother Earth. After years of three times a day searching through the
sage brush patch for anything that would yield to her efforts, it became an increasingly difficult chore.
One hot July day the men were out in the field putting up hay when it became time to prepare the noon meal. Mrs. "D" put on her straw hat and set out to gather something with which she could cook dinner for her hungry "Hay Hands". As she passed the woodpile she decided she would give
that another try since it was close to the house and she didn’t know of any easy place to get wood.

I can tell you that there isn’t any place hotter in July than beating on a woodpile. So, between the heat and frustration of not being able to accomplish her task, something came over this good woman and she turned and walked determinedly back into the house.
Presently the men came in for their dinner, but as Mr. "D" reached for the screen door his heart skipped a beat. He knew something was wrong for he couldn’t hear a sound, not even the mutton frying, and not even a smell of any kind of food. He jerked open the door and burst into the
kitchen only to be brought up short by what he saw.
No, it wasn’t his wife lying in a faint on the floor that greeted his searching eyes, but something every bit as shocking! Yes, there on the kitchen table lay the woodpile axe. Being a wise man, he quickly decided that discretion was a better part of valor so he meekly picked up the axe and headed for the woodpile.

I might state here that of all the wood I have chopped, frozen green Pinion Pine is my favorite. If you can catch it after the temperature at night is zero or below, that green Pinion is about as brittle as a chunk of ice. I like to have a sledge hammer handy when I am chopping frozen
Pinion. With a good notch chopped out on one side, most any size log will yield to a good heavy blow on the outer tip, and you have yourself a stove length piece that only needs to be split.

Pinion Pine is also my favorite wood to burn, especially when it is well seasoned. If we would and could gather Pinion green during one winter, season it and get it worked up into stove sized pieces, and then save it unto the next winter, we would have some really enjoyable wood. I say
enjoyable, because it smells so good before and during burning. It has enough pitch in it to make it burn hot, but it doesn’t cause a lot of soot and leaves very few ashes. I like to get a good fire going and then put a green Pinion branch in the stove to enjoy a smell to delight the most finicky of noses.

I’m sure I ruined a few good axe handles before I learned the value of a sledge hammer and a couple of wedges in splitting wood. Some woods, like Cedar and some of the Evergreens, can be split in 6 or 8 foot lengths and thus be easier to chop.
But Cottonwood, in any shape or form, is hard to split. So, if you burn much Cottonwood, you are better off to have it sawed, or saw it yourself, into stove lengths. Then, if it is well seasoned, you can split it with one wedge. If not, it will take two or more wedges. If you ever have a chance to buy Cottonwood, and it isn’t already split, you would be smart to try splitting a stick or two before you do buy it.
I have seen Cottonwood that was so hard to split that it just wasn’t worthwhile, unless your goal was to build patience and muscles. I don’t want to give anyone the idea that I don’t like Cottonwood. It has it’s draw backs but it also has its advantages. It is easy to saw, the thin bark is excellent for kindling and if you want to burn it in a fireplace without a screen so it won’t detract from the beauty of the fire, it will not pop and shower sparks on your floor. If it is dry it will never go completely out until there is only ashes left to dispose of. It does, however, leave more ashes than most woods.

Ponderosa Pine is almost as pleasurable as Pinion to burn both in burning quality and smell. The big difference is in getting it down to stove size pieces. In the first place, it is usually too big to chop easily but if you saw it into stove lengths it is easy to split, especially if the first split is through the heart of the piece.
You can leave it in quite large pieces because with just a small amount of air it will not go out. Also with larger pieces it is easier to regulate the amount of heat your stove puts out by adjusting the draft system.

I would like, now, to acquaint the reader with some of the different types of wood but to list them in their order of value or importance.

First we will talk about woods to be burned in a stove.
To start with, if you are buying wood by the cord or some other form of measure, the heavier the wood the more heat it contains.

I suppose the best wood I have every burned is Mountain Mahogany. Mahogany is the heaviest and hardest to chop of any wood around, so not many people gather this wood unless they can get it and work it up while it is green.

Scrub Oak and Mountain Maple are about sixes in most all respects. Any of it under 7 or 8 inches in diameter will burn well without splitting providing it is dry and you have plenty of kindling or chips to get the fire going good. For a fireplace, you will usually need to split it.

Most types of fruit trees make excellent wood and if you are cutting them yourself, the wood is much easier to work with when it is green. When it is seasoned fruit wood it very hard and so burns very hot and lasts a long time.

Black Locust and Honey Locust are semi-hard woods and very tough and stringy so I don’t recommend chopping it unless it is green. It burns quite well but does put off a pungent odor that is not appreciated by some housewives.

Pitchy Pine wood is usually found in large stumps from which saw logs have been cut. It proves a very good source of kindling to start fires with. Some people use it as wood but it puts off quite a lot of soot which collects in the chimney and stove pipes, so I don’t use much of it myself.

The rest of the woods with which I am really familiar I have already talked about, but I would like to mention Cedar again. The good things about Cedar are it starts easily, burns fast and pops and crackles enough to let you now when it needs more wood added. It is especially well
suited to a cook stove, but is excellent in a heater as well. It has a pleasant odor and food cooked over it beats gas or electric cooked food "all holler". You haven’t lived until you have smelled a cedar fire with whole wheat bread baking in the oven.

Now, a little about burning wood in a fireplace. First to be considered is the type of fireplace. If your fireplace is the type that can be closed up and controlled with a draft system you can use the preceding guidelines for stoves.

If your fireplace is open, you have an entirely different situation. A stove or fireplace with a draft system in effect blows your fire much as you have had to do if you have had experience building fires outdoors on a perfectly still day. And so you can see that to have a successful open fireplace fire you will need wood that is dry, well seasoned, and had good burning qualities.

To get a fire going you need wood that is split rather small. Then when you get a good hot bed of coals you can start adding larger pieces, depending upon the quality of the wood.

After you get a good fire going, it makes sense to close the damper as much as you can without making your fireplace smoke. This does not slow the burning of the fire but cuts down on the amount of heated air that goes to waste up the chimney, which is considerable at best.

Some woods are prone to "pop" and throw out a shower of sparks, making them unsuitable for an open fireplace. Some of these are Cedar, Pine, (except Pinion,) Locust and Quaking Aspen.

However, if you are going to have an open fire without a screen it should be watched at all times.
There is always the possibility of a burning log rolling or any number of things going wrong.
Open fireplaces are very inefficient, so if you have one you would do well to watch the magazine and newspaper ads for different devices to improve efficiency. Talk to dealers and people who have purchased such devices and you may decide one of them is feasible to your situation.

Now that we have the wood all chopped and the fire built, it is time to sit back and enjoy the fruits of our labor.

When we planned our home, we included a fireplace in the living room, and directly under this, in our basement family room, we have our large box heater. This stove was made sometime before the turn of the century and was passed on to me by a relative. During cold weather when we want to fill that stove to capacity, it will take all a good man can carry in one arm to fill it once. We can then adjust the heat output to heat our entire home, (1100 square feet on each floor), or we can turn it down to cuddle up to when we come in from the cold.

Now that we are alone, my wife and I really enjoy that old heater and it provides me with some good healthful exercise and saves us a good deal of money. We can do some of our cooking on it, dry our clothes by it and soothe our arthritic bones and our rheumatism by its penetrating heat. A
tea kettle full of water on the top of it provides the humidity needed in our home.

We also have an oil furnace in our home, but we’re not making anyone rich supplying us with furnace oil.
When we got the stove it had been in continuous use for more than fifty years and we have had it for over thirty years and expect to have it for many years to come. In fact, I hope to never have to part with it until I am no longer able to enjoy it’s charm and pleasurable ways.

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Calvin Warby - THE NOVELIST IN THE FAMILY

Note: Mom wrote a novel with a Book of Mormon setting. Her intent was not to have it published, but rather that it be passed from one generation to another. This foreword to the novel provides an example of how we can preserve our most deeply-held values and beliefs for future generations.



The photo is her Sophomore-year school photo, taken in 1942

FOREWORD
By Georgean Olcott Warby
You may wonder why I chose this particular subject to write about.
I was reading one of my favorite books, “Archaeology and the Book of Mormon” by Milton R. Hunter, who was a General Authority of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints during the 1950’s and 1960’s, I believe. I have read the book many times because it fascinates me how all of the archaeological discoveries bear out the truth of the Book of Mormon.

I am also amazed at the cruelty of the inhabitants of the Mayan cities as depicted in their art on the magnificent buildings, the stelaes, burial crypts, bones of the sacrificial victims, etc.
With this reading I was struck more than ever by the fact that they reached such a high level of civilization, the resurrected Jesus visited them, taught them His gospel and how to live peaceably and happily. For the space of two hundred years they did live “after the manner of happiness.” Then, some prideful, deceitful men started rebelling and led the people astray with their flattering false imaginings.

What amazes me most is that after experiencing that wonderful culture of peace and plenty, that some depraved person could convince a whole nation of people to give that up for constant warfare, give up worshiping loving Gods such as Elohim and Jesus Christ, who have bodies of flesh and bones and have experienced the passions we do today, to worship gods of metal and stones, whom they endowed with cruelty, jealousy and who ruled with hate and fear. This they did until their civilization was wiped out (just as the Book of Mormon teaches) and the survivors were reduced to a state of merely trying to exist. I wondered how they would allow this terrible change to take place.’

Then I listened to the news on our T.V. I watched some talk shows, some “comedies” that are far from comical and saw the wild satanic behavior of the so-called important stars and the people who watch them. I watched teenagers throwing their priceless pride and self-respect away in riotous living with drugs and booze, seeking that elusive happiness and reaping only a temporary pleasure.
I listened to the misery of those young people who practice “free love”, heard how lovely young girls have baby after baby, each with a different father, none with the benefit of marriage. They have nothing to build a loving relationship on. They, predictably, are abandoned, to either abandoned their children or raise them themselves. And so, they go from pillar to post, seeking pleasure in the same old wrong places and in the same old wrong way. It sickens me. I can’t watch those shows.

We watch and tolerate as atheists and other radical groups change our laws to lawlessness and take away our freedoms, “here a little and there a little” until we will, if we don’t wake up, be led to our destruction.
We tolerate abortion (mass murder), gay marriages----all the sins that bring more sins and misery upon the heads of innocent children who become depraved parents of more innocent children. So the cycle goes.

With the gospel restored to earth in all its fullness, why can’t people see the difference in lifestyles
I suppose that is the manner in which ancient civilizations degenerated.
Since I am trying to keep my aging mind as alert as I can and, hopefully, ward of Alzheimer's (at least as long as I can), I decided to exercise my imagination and write a story. I realize it is a child-like attempt but at least I used my “Thinker”. I didn’t just sit and vegetate.

All of the situations I put my characters in are historical, derived from the books I studied on the ancient Mayan culture, namely “Archaeology and the Book of Mormon" and....
Astonishing, isn’t it!