BURT, Joseph

1819 - 1901  (82 years)  Submit Photo / Document

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• Name	BURT, Joseph
  Birth	7 Nov 1819	Mauchline, Ayrshire, Scotland
  Christening	5 Dec 1819	Gorbals, Lanarkshire, Scotland
  Gender	Male
  Burial	Nov 1901
  Death	7 Nov 1901	Armstrong, Emmett, Iowa, United States
  WAC	31 May 1996	LOGAN
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  Person ID	I20337	Joseph Smith Sr and Lucy Mack Smith
  Last Modified	19 Aug 2021

  
  

  Father	BURT, Peter II ,   b. 11 Dec 1795, Rumblingwell, Fife, Scotland Rumblingwell, Fife, Scotlandd. 1844, Kelty, Fife, Scotland (Age 48 years)
  Mother	SPOWARD, Isabelle ,   b. 4 May 1792, Dunfermline, Fifeshire, Scotland Dunfermline, Fifeshire, Scotlandd. Dec 1845, Lowelldille, Mahoning, Ohio, United States (Age 53 years)
  Marriage	12 Mar 1817	Fife, Fifeshire, Scotland
  Family ID	F10781	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

  Family	HUTCHISON, Helen Ellen ,   b. 1 Apr 1817, Kelty, Fife, Scotland Kelty, Fife, Scotlandd. 7 Aug 1895, Armstrong, Emmett, Iowa, United States (Age 78 years)
  Marriage	6 Feb 1846
  Family ID	F10827	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart
  Last Modified	24 Jan 2022

  
  

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  Joseph Burt (1819-1901) International Genealogical Index (IGI), ----------birth Name: Joseph Burt Gender: Male Christening Date: 05 Dec 1819 Christening Place: GORBALS,LANARK,SCOTLAND Birth Date: 27 Oct 1819 Father's Name: Peter Burt Mother's Name: Isabella Spurt [Spowart] Indexing Project (Batch) Number: C11935-3 System Origin: Scotland-ODM GS Film number: 1042981 "Scotland, Births and Baptisms, 1564-1950," ////////////////// "Algona Courier", Friday, November 15, 1901, Algona, Iowa-------------------------------------------obit Joseph Burt Sr., an old and respected pioneer settle of Seneca township, died at his home Nov. 7, at the age of 82 years. The funeral took place at the home Friday, Nov. 8, and he was laid to rest by the side of his wife in the Armstrong cemetery. ///////////////////// Stories told by Glen BURT and Andy Burt, Jr. About their grandfather Joseph BURT Glen told about their grandfather taking he and Andy walking over in Richmond’s woods, and after awhile, realizing he wasn’t there, they couldn’t find him, so they found their way home (even though both were very young. – He likely hid to see if they could get home alone. Andy told how he and Glen walked to Armstrong with their grandfather, walking on the train track. They heard a train coming and told him it was coming. They kept telling him it was coming, telling him to get off the track, but he acted as tho he didn’t hear until quite late enough for them to be very worried. Grandfather Burt spent many an hour in the winter time making violins. Special kinds of woods he liked to use, they had to be cured well, cut and whittled down, some were soaked good and put into clamps and forms for size and shape. Andrew can remember seeing his grandfather have a violin all glued together, play it for sound. If it didn’t satisfy him, he would take it all apart, work at whittling and shaving it down in certain areas that he thought were too thick. Andrew said, Grandfather would work a long time or until he was satisfied, even if it meant taking the violin apart many times. He sold many of his violins for $3.00. He gave many of them to members of his family. Burt family liked music. Grandfather Joseph Burt was not a very big man. Glen Burt went to his first year of school north of the Burt homestead. Glen told his son Joe that his Grandfather, Joseph Burt, took him to school. He drove an old blind horse, the only one he ever drove in his old years. One day they arrived at school, where they were told that the reins weren’t fastened to the bit – the blind horse had gotten them there anyway. The rest of Glen’s school years were spent at the school South & East of the homestead, which was reached by cutting across the fields. About 2nd grade, Glen’s family lived in Armstrong and Glen went to school there for one or two years. Joseph Burt (1819-1901) His obituary sounds as if it might have been written by his son Peter H. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Armstrong Journal”, Nov. 14, 1901 [Consolidation of Armstrong Journal and Iowa Pilot] Death of Joseph Burt Sr. At the age of four score years and two a good man has passed from this “vale of tears” to the realm beyond. When you say a man is good it means much, but Joseph Burt Sr. was good in every sense of the word. We will not attempt to add anything to the following obituary read at the funeral by Chas. Ogilvie, an old friend of the deceased. “Honor thy Father and thy Mother that thy days may be long upon the earth.” This is good, wholesome counsel, whether your days are to be long upon the land or not, and in compliance with such wisdom, the short service to be given must be of pure secular nature. Deceased was born in the Gorbals of Glasgow, Scotland on Nov. 17th, 1819 in the old parish of Monkland where his birth was recorded. Said parish was noted for its collieries, quarries, blast-furnaces and mills. The black smoke from many furnace fires made clouds of blackness o’er the land. The exhaust of the steam engine and the clatter of machinery was heard in the air. From the circumstances of his surroundings his mind took to mechanism and when yet a young man he worked at the handling of steam power. He was joined in wedlock to Helen Hutchinson of Kelty, Fifeshire on the 6th day of February, 1846. In 1852 he brought his young family to America where he secured work in the anthracite regions of Pennsylvania, his first engine being one which ran a breaker for reducing hard coal to the condition we receive it when ready for our base-burners. Just before the outbreak of the rebellion he moved to the coal fields of Eastern Ohio and Western Pennsylvania. After a few brief years here and when “wild wars deadly blast had blown” he brought his family to the Northwest wilds of Kossuth County, Iowa, where since which time, he lived, dying November 7, 1901, whose setting sun rounded the period of 82 years. Whether his life has been a success and whether the world has been the better for his having lived in it, is for his neighbors and those who knew him best to judge. He was not a literary man though he read a great deal, and was a admirer of Byron, a lover of Burns and Goldsmith. Like myriad of the human family he was raised under the auspices of the church, but after pondering on the fascinating pages of Goldsmith’s Natural History, and having his mind directed to the planetary system, he discarded the theology of his youth as “a hangman’s whip that keeps the wretch in order.” He, like Roger Williams, believed in the right of private judgment in all matters pertaining to the soul, or mind of man, and its probable future. He was a hater of fraud and sham, of pride, conceit or deception. He despised bigotry, abhorred vanity, and had no patience with stupidity. Like his countryman, Thomas Carlyle, he looked through the outward trappings, the habiliments and covering of rags, to the man within, and prized being according to the generosity and nobility of its nature. In the field of polemics* he was an admirer of R. G. Ingersol, John Peck, and M. Grear Kidder and was impatient with the great mass of mankind “who live and never think.” He was a lover, as well as a producer, of music, and if each square foot of his habitation were a phonograph record, the surrounding country would reverberate with the melodies peculiar to the hills and vales of his native land, among which there could be none more appropriate than the plaintive air the “Flowers of the Forest.” He has died as he has lived, retracting nothing, fearing nothing, believing that all is within the scope and reach of immutable law, that the supernatural is but a chimera of the human brain, born of fear and nurtured by hope and love, and due to the over-mastering emotional nature of the human race. Life has its joys and its sorrows, its sunshine and shadow, its roses and thorns, of which the deceased has gathered his quota, and now with the silent majority he awaits the coming of all animate nature. ~~~~~~~~~~~ *Polemics (pronounced /pəˈlɛmɪks/, /poʊ-/) is the practice of disputing or controverting religious, philosophical, or political matters. As such, a polemic text on a topic is often written specifically to dispute or refute a position or theory that is widely viewed to be beyond reproach.