31 December 2009
25 January 1912 Fremont Times Indicator
Frank Chillis, of Ferry, was found dead in his home by one of his neighbors last Wednesday morning. Death supposed to have been from apoplexy. Frank Chellis was an old time resident of Hesperia. He was a young man living with his parents when the writer first came to Hesperia, a green little Scotch girl, and she remembers Frank Chellis as a dashing young man with black trousers, a white shirt with a frilled bosom and a gay red sash trimmed on the ends with silver fringe, playing in the first band that was ever organized in Hesperia. She also remembers her first appearance in public in Hesperia at a school picnic when Miss Romanda Carpenter was the teacher. The Hesperia band was there all young men looking so gay in their natty uniforms. The little “Scotch girl” sang a little Scotch ditty in her shy timid way and she can hear the roll of the drums and the cheers yet as they brought her back to sing another. These happy early days are passing swiftly by, and only one of those band boys, to our knowledge, is left, (George Overly), and as much as we may regret their passing we must submit to these changes that are bound to come. Perhaps it is just our notion, but Hesperia in all her palmist days, Big Meetings and all, never produced a finer looking set of young men; never discoursed sweeter music than that played by the Hesperia band of 71-2. We pay our tribute of respect to Frank Chellis; and clothed in that uniform in the glory of youth and the pride of young manhood, he will hang a pleasing picture of our childhood on memory’s walk.
Whew. Remember what I said once about being able to recognize my favorite local correspondent by her style? Without a doubt, this has to have been written by Mrs. Robertson. I just love how she took a few mentions of Mr. Chellis’s death, and turns it into an entire walk down memory lane and the good old days for her.
29 December 2009
It isn't clear if the bushes are something planted, or (more likely) wild shrubs that grew up and with the stones, no one was able to mow it.
27 December 2009
From 21 March 1912 Fremont Times Indicator
George Gronso died Saturday night, March 16, 1912, at the home of his parents, Mr. and Mrs. David Gronso, in Dayton township, after a long illness of cancer of the stomach and bowels. Early last fall he was taken to the Hackley hospital for an operation for appendicitis, when the cancerous growth was discovered. He stayed in the hospital until about four weeks ago when he was brought home. His stay at the hospital was brightened by the visits of loved ones and friends, often by cards, letters and flowers that were showered upon him, and if love and good wishes and friends could have made him well, he would have been in our midst today, but it was not to be. God took him in life’s early morning when life for him was at its brightest and all the birds of Hope were singing in his heart. The fairest, the brightest and best is wanted for the building of the heavenly kingdom.
George Gronso was born in Brown county, South Dakota, when he died he was twenty-three years, seven months and 1 day old. He came to the old Scott farm with his parents seven years ago where he has since resided. Before coming to Michigan he was converted in his home town and was a member of the United Brethren church. He was a member of the Gleaner lodge and carried a life insurance in that order. He led a noble life and was beloved by all who knew him, and his untimely death is a sad blow to the community.
To the father and mother, to sisters and brothers and to the one for whose brow the orange wreath was about to bloom, we extend our heartfelt sympathy in this their saddest hour.
The funeral was held at the home, Monday at one o’clock, conducted by Rev. Brets of Hesperia and Rev Wellman of Dayton. Interment at Doud cemetery. There was a large congregation and many beautiful floral offerings.
Did you catch the subtle mention in the next of kin? I am assuming “the one for whose brow the orange wreath was about to bloom” was a fiancée. What do you think?
24 December 2009
Carl Hagen was born August 22 1873 and died June 2 1928 at the age of 54 years. He came to America at the age of 13 years and has made his home in the vicinity of Holton. He is survived by three brothers, Paul and Otto of Fremont, and two sisters and an aged aunt, Mrs. Frederick Ruprecht of Manistique, Mrs. Julius Schwarzberg of Muskegon and Mrs. Martha Kemp of Manistique.
The Funeral services were held Tuesday afternoon from the Holton M. E. church and were conducted by Rev. F. J. Schueter of Fremont. Interment was in Holton cemetery
Direct and to the point—just the facts. But this, from another column of same paper is much more fun and really tells more about the family. Each type of notice has its place. I must say, I enjoy this second one better.
The neighbors and friends of Carl Hagen were shocked to hear of his sudden death Saturday noon. Mr. Hagen was leading a cow along the highway and dropped dead only a short distance from his farm home. A neighbor saw him fall and quickly notified his brothers but he was dead before anybody got to him. Mr. Hagen and his brother Otto lived alone on a farm just south and east of Brunswick. Funeral services will be held Tuesday afternoon from his home. The sorrowing relatives have the sympathy of his many friends.
What I find funny is that I life down the road from where this happened. This road now is in no way a highway, just a paved country road. And yes, although the obituary on top states there are three brothers, they do not list the third brother who had moved to Wisconsin—Frank.
22 December 2009
21 December 2009
Can you imagine the heartbreak? Three generations of records lost so quickly. Where do you keep your records? Do you have a backup saved somewhere else? How are they saved on if you use disks? Do you keep them updated as technology changes (I still have some 3inch floppy disks with data saved on them).
I have heard so many sad stories of destroyed records in many ways from a angry spouse destroying records to fires or the dog ate them. You never can be to safe. Today with computers it makes the job of saving a backup so much easier we have no excuses not to find the time to do a backup and keep it in a safe place. Heaven forbid anything happening but what if is did? Are you prepared?
17 December 2009
This obituary is by my favorite correspondent of the time. She appreciated a flowery turn of phrase.
3 April 1913 Fremont Times Indicator
Mrs. Wm. Robertson, Correspondent
Hesperia was shocked last Friday afternoon when the news when flying that Mrs. Manley Seymour had come home from shopping and found her father, O. H. Johnson, lying dead on the floor. Mr. Johnson had eaten a hearty dinner and was in good spirits and was reading about the flood in the daily paper, when he fell out of his chair. (OK—editorial comment here. If he was home alone, how did they know he was reading that item when he fell? And what flood?) Mrs. Johnson was making calls when the news reached her that her husband was dead, Rev. Bretz breaking the sad tidings had best he could.
Mr. Johnson had been laying pipes through the town to convey the water from his flowing well to different places. He was quite a business man and owned quite a lot of property about Hesperia. He preached in the Methodist church several years ago but he retired from the ministry and settled in Hesperia, he and his wife moving every spring to their cottage at Gunn lake to spend the summer.
He has a son living in Detroit, who came to the funeral which was held last Sunday in the M. E. church. He leaves a wife, one son and one daughter, Mrs. Manley Seymour who have the sympathy of every one in their sad and sudden bereavement.
The newspaper correspondent (or gossip, if you prefer) who wrote this as a style all her own. It has gotten so I can recognize an obituary by her, before I see her name, or if her name is missing, I know her by the region her column are from. These early obits were often contained in the body of the chatty columns written by someone from each neighborhood. Facts were often second hand, but still are better than nothing for genealogists.
16 December 2009
His Life Crushed Out
James Samis, Mecosta Farmer, Tried to Board a Freight.
Special to Grand Rapids Herald.
BIG RAPIDS Mich. June 10--James Samis, a farmer living seven miles north-east of Paris, in attempting to board a freight train at Paris yesterday, fell under the wheels and was fatally injured. His arm was amputated near the shoulder, but he did not survive the shock. (there's a surprise!) He was about 58 years old.
Ok, the family story was that he was trying to hop the train, on the way to Big Rapids to try to find a job, but instead fell under the train and died.
The picture above is of his family. I am trying to discover if it was taken at the time of the funeral. If so, the youngest daughter in white in front would have been just a little past her 9th birthday. Not sure.
15 December 2009
As you can see, their are several monuments with unusual shapes. The tall one in the foreground is unusual. The embossing is of a bunch of flowers. I also like the one with the square sent on one corner. I've mentioned before I enjoy the homemade stones. This one above, while the stone is conventional, the base is clearly a homemade one.
The boundaries are clearly bounded, yet there are another few graves outside. These are almost ready to be taken over by the nearby woods. Yet the flag still flies, showing that a veteran is lying there.
12 December 2009
From the March 1 1913 Fremont Times Indicator.
Grace Stout was born in Denver township, September 10, 1896 and died February 25, 1913. She was married to John Maynard March 25 1903.
(I like a good obituary that gets right down to the facts.)
The death of this young wife and mother breaks a marriage tie that extended its happiness through almost 10 uninterrupted years and has cast a gloom of sadness over the community where she grew to womanhood and was honored and loved by all who knew her. But the greatest loss comes to the husband and two little daughters. “Death’s untimely frost” has nipped their flower in the bloom and beauty of wifehood and motherhood and left them bereft at the time she was needed most. Some day we shall know why these sorrows come upon us.
Grace was the youngest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Stout. She grew up in our midst and always lived in Denver. She moved to the home where she died when she became a happy bride. She was a thrifty young house wife and loving help mate. She and her husband labored together and built them a beautiful farm home which she enjoyed only a little while.
In the early winter Mrs. Maynard began ailing, and her husband growing anxious concerning her condition, took her to Ann Arbor for treatment. She became a little better and came home, but she began to fail soon after and never rallied. All that love and tender care and money could do was done for her.
She leaves a sorrowing husband and two little daughters, Leta, aged eight and Lois, aged seven; a father and mother; two brothers Louis and George Stout, of Denver, two sisters Mrs. Fred Sanborn of Denver and Mrs. Cora Pike of Morley, and a wide circle of friends to mourn their loss.
The funeral was held at the home last Thursday at 11 a.m., Rev George Van Wingerden officiating. The internment was in the East cemetery.
The flowers were many and beautiful and told the sorrowing ones in their sweet way the love and sympathy that friends and neighbors fain would speak.
Given the location of her home, I feel certain that this obituary was written by one of my favorite newspaper correspondents of this era. She was clearly under the influence of Austen or Dickens or had dreams of being like them.
10 December 2009
20 March 19, Fremont TimesIndicator.
CHIEF OF SIOUX IS DEAD
Was One of Tribe That Slaughtered Custer and His Men—Contracted Cold During Inaugural Parade.
Washington March 17.—Hollow Horn Bear, chief of the Sioux, died at the Providence hospital here. The chief who was sixty-four years old was stricken with pneumonia which resulted from a cold contracted during the inaugural parade. He was ill for more than a week, but with Indian stoicism he said nothing about it. When it was discovered he had pneumonia there was no hope for his life.
Hollow Horn Bear was a member of the band which slaughtered Custer and his men.
I want to raise the question, why was someone who would have been the enemy in the battle, be marching in the Inaugural parade? Or even there to just watch, if that was the case?
08 December 2009
As I mentioned this is a mature and well used cemetery, still in use. You can see the grass is beaten down and can not grow by this monument. The inscription around the wreath on the side is "TO THE UNION DEAD." Note the uniformed figure on top and the crossed swards on the side.
05 December 2009
Popular Under-Sheriff Dies While on Duty In Court Room.
Thomas Deroy Ish, under-sheriff, stricken while on duty in the court room at White Cloud, died at his home in Fremont at 5:30 the same day.
Two years ago the popular official had a bad heart attack and although the picture of ruddy health, he knew the danger that hung over him daily like a sward of Damocles. Because of this he had been careful of over-exertion and undue excitement.
Feeling unfit to attend the present term of court, his spirit urged him to his duty and he went. During the afternoon the jurymen wanted water and Mr. Ish climbed the stairs with a heavy pail of the fluid. The heart could not stand the strain and began its erratic throbbing.
Friends took Mr. Ish to the train, after telephoning a local physician to meet him. The under-sheriff got out of the coach and walked to the waiting machine in which he was taken home where medical aid was unsuccessfully given.
Thomas Deroy Ish was born on the old homestead in Dayton township, Jan. 4, 1869. Growing to manhood as a farmer boy, Deroy bought 80 acres in Muskegon county where he lived for a brief time. Renting his farm he came to Fremont and engaged in the agricultural machinery business. Later Ish & Westgate were liverymen, Mr. Ish finally buying out his partner and continuing the business alone for a period.
For two terms, “Roy” Ish, as he was popularly known, was under-sheriff. He was a member of the local Odd Fellow lodge, a sociable, kindly, red-blooded fellow who made friends and kept them.
He was married April 15, 1893 the bride being Miss Lena Place, of Greenwood, Oceana county. The wedding was celebrated in Fremont. Of this union one child was born, Benjamin Ish, now 10 years of age. The son, the wife and two brothers, Theodore C., of the old homestead in Dayton township, and Albert M. of Pontiac are left to mourn his going.
The funeral was held Monday from the house at 1:30 p.m. and from the Methodist Episcopal church at 2, Rev Mr. Atkinson in charge. Brial was in Clark cemetery, adjoining the old home of the deceased in Dayton township. Brother Odd Fellows assisted at the services.
Fremont has many good fellows, but probably none of these have more real friends than had Thomas Deroy Ish. He had the quality of winning friendship and being loyal. In summing up, no greater thing can be said of a man than this.
Whew. That was a long one. Many lf the obits from this time period were quite long, especially if a well know local or public figure.
03 December 2009
From the 15 February 1871 Fremont Times Indicator.
FATAL ACCIDENT—A shocking accident occurred in the woods in Ensley township, Newaygo county on the 23d ult., resulting in the death of Mr. Zeno Edgerton of Algoma, Kent county. The unfortunate man was engaged in felling trees, and while cutting one loose from the stump—the gree having fallen and lodged in a binding position—a part of it flew sideways and struck one of his legs below the knee, and cut if off apparently—says our informant—as smoothly as it could have been done with a broad ax. The severed foot, in its boot was left where he stood and he was thrown bodily about twenty feet. He was immediately taken to the nearest house and a Physician called, but death relieved him of his sufferings in a few hours after the accident. –Grand Rapids Press
As I said, no story was too bloody back then. And apparently this was reprinted from the Grand Rapids Michigan newspaper.
02 December 2009
01 December 2009
Some of the markers are very simple, as seen below.
28 November 2009
A little boy whose grandmother had just died wrote the following letter that he duly posted: Dear Angels--We have just sent you grandma. Please give her a harp to play, as she is short-winded and cannot blow a trumpet. "
25 November 2009
Luxengen Genealogy and Family History blog from Canada included us in their list of 7 blogs worthy of the award. And shucks! We are only a couple months old. Guess we have something to live up to now.
The rules are that we have to tell 7 things about ourselves and then nominate 7 other blogs we think are worthy. So here goes.
- We are both from small towns in Newaygo County Michigan. If you look at the palm of your right hand, we located about half way up the left side of your palm, (The Lake Michigan side)and in about an inch. Living in a hand-shaped state can be so "handy."
- Linda, the quiet and shy one, also has a passion for many fiber related pastimes such as spinning and knitting. She also loves NASCAR. Her blog is FarmMomMusings.
- Sandy, the boss of the room, (who is not nearby as I type this) is an animal lover. She has been the proud owner of many dogs, as well as cats and whatever crosses her path. She has even recommended inspecting the pouches of road-kill possums, to check for surviving babies.
- Our domain is the local history room of the Fremont Area District Library. We collect vital stats from the weekly papers and microfilm of old papers. Check the link for our room on the left of the library site, and then the Local History Room databases for names of family members.
- One of us absolutely LOVES snow and cold and can't wait for it to come. Got lots of wool to wear you know. Oh, did that give me away?
- The other of us is currently waiting both the completion of her new house and foot surgery. Mixed blessings there.
- We recently attended a genealogy seminar together. And we made it all the way there and back, without stopping at a cemetery. Of course, we were running late on the way there, and it was very late on the way home. But still......I can't believe we passed them all up.
And now---7 blogs we recommend for the award. Actually, we are presenting 8, so we each could have 4 to pick.
- Pink Lemon Twist by Melanie. A great blog with knitting and family. Patterns and pictures. She features "Knitting, Spinning, and My Crazy Life." Fun read.
- WendyKnits from, who else, Wendy is another favorite. Its about "Adventures With Sticks and String", with some pictures thrown in of her adorable cat Lucy. Patterns and tips. She is famous for her toe-up socks.
- A Year of Crockpotting is from Stepahnie Ok, so I discovered her in 2009 after the year was over. She still posts regularly and all the recipes from the previous year are searchable. Do I like the blog. Well-I bought 2 crock-pots--a 6 quart and a 4 quart since I started reading her. And I bought her book--Make it Slow, Cook it Fast.
- My friend and fellow spinner has My 8 Kids Mom Gets Crafty. This fearless woman homeschools, makes her own cheese, spins, dyes fibers, and knits among other things. They have one dairy cow (at this time.) And chickens, sheep, dogs, and...oh yes--kids.
These are some of my favorite blogs to read. I also read some genealogy ones, but most of what I read has already been nominated.
- Granite in My Blood. Its a great resource for gravestone photography, as well as genealogy and family history. A charter member of the Association of Graveyard Rabbits.
- Life is a Spectacular Mess is a blog we can relate to. Her emphasis is scrapbooking with a vintage flair.
- The Graveyard Rabbit is another favorite. Its association is "dedicated to the academic promotion of the historical importance of cemeteries, gravemarkers and the family history to be learned...."
- The Cemetery Club celebrates the art and history of cemeteries across the country and even the world.
Now, we just have to notify these of their award.
24 November 2009
Surrarrer Cemetery is far off the main road it is on a dusty seasonal road that follows the power line in Newaygo County. Several years ago Terry Wantz a local historian and friend ask me to help out trying to find names of people buried there. It is a lonely place but beautiful, it is sandy and forgotten and hard to reach.
The prairie was known as a place that many Native Americans called home and was a large village since it was close to the river where it was narrow and easy passing. It was also a rich hunting ground. Many believe the cemetery started out as a Native American burial ground. We also seen signs of burial mounds in the area. The area was also known as a place where two major trails leading to the Mackinaw area crossed according to maps of Native American trails that were found.
We have the names of about 8 people but that list is uncertain. You can see where several more people are buried by the indentations in the ground. Many people were moved to Oak Grove in Croton when the area was abandoned. Searching in the nearby fields you can see where a old building stood. A lilac tree plated there by someone years ago dreaming of what her new home will become. A few of the families who were buried there are English's, Overly's, Saunders and a Mr. Boyd.
When looking for information neither the Newaygo County Goverment offices nor the Brooks Township have any records of this cemetery. It is also believe that Mr. Surrarrer was buried here. Ransom Surrarrer made the first purchase of the land thus its name. On the 1880 atlas shows a Phillip Dickinson and his wife Sophonia Tibbits owning 160 acres on the edge of the prairie. It also shows records that they sold a piece of land for a new school that was to become Dickinson school.
Many families had moved here since it was a logging area and a days trip from Grand Rapids but this area was developing and many families moved on to more fertile land.
Terry has worked for several years keeping the area neat and trimmed up. Cutting the grass over the burial site. Putting a fence along the edge to keep Orv's off the burial area. Building and installing a sign and putting benches to rest on. It was a job that he took on as a sign of respect for his ancestors the Dickinson's.
The spelling has changed many times over the years from Serrarrer, Surarrer, among other spelling hence you will see spelling changes depending on the source used.
Of course I am not related to everyone there. The stones are varied while some are almost hidden in the tall flowers.
19 November 2009
From 7 July 1910.
Mrs. Mary McIlveen (Wallace), consort of Hon. robert C. Wallace of Ashland township, Newaygo county Mich, was born at Cogneaut, Armagh Co., Ireland May 12 1841, and together with her father, John McIlveen and mother , Nancy (Austin) McIlveen, emigrated to Chester, Ottawa county, Michigan, in 1847, where she resided until July 16, 1876, when she was married to Robert C Wallace and moved to the farm home in Ashland where they have since resided and where she departed this life, after a lingering illness of some months, June 27 1910. (Whew1 Note that this is the first period so far.) In the many long years of life in Ashland she had endeared herself to the entire community by the native goodness always characteristic of her. Educated in the sturdy old Presbyterian faith of her parentage, hers became naturally a religion of good works, for which she became known as one of the foremost, in her home life.
The great esteem in which she was held was attested to by the large and sympathetic audience who attended the last sad rites at the Baptist church, Ashland Center June 29 at 2 o'clock p.m. After a brief discourse by Elder Charles W Gardner of Bailey, the services were taken in charge by the Daughters of Rebekah, of which she was an honored member, and the closing service performed by the beautiful and imposing service of their ritual.
The sympathy of the entire community is extended to Mr Wallace in his bereavement.
18 November 2009
We have been trying to research the phrase and found that The Black Camel was the name of a 1929 book by Earl Derr Biggers, the fourth in the series of Charlie Chan novels that he wrote. The phrase was also used in the 2nd Charlie Chan movie that came out in 1931. ("Death is a black camel that kneels unbidden at every gate. Tonight black camel has knelt here.") Can't you just picture Charlie Chan solemnly intoning those words?
But our local newspaper quoted those words years before the book or movie. Do any of our readers know if this is an older saying? If you do, please enlighten us.
Until then, --watch out for black camels. They should be easier to spot than black cats.