Her maiden name was Henry. She was a native of this county, and was married, lived, died and was buried within a few hundred yards of her birthplace.
She was for twenty-two years a deservedly respected and highly appreciated member of the Methodist Episcopal church, south, having joined the same at Wright City camp-ground under the ministry of Bishop Marvin.
For more than thirty-eight years she was the companion of Col. Carter and gave herself with great diligence and care to the welfare of her household; and during the protracted absence of her husband in a cause he loved she proved herself to be a woman of nerve, courage and devotion to all the interests of home and family.
The following children: Mrs. J.E. Richards of this county, Mrs. Ular Schlol of Colorado and Messrs. Austin and Joe Carter of St. Louis, live to cherish the memory of a devoted mother; while sisters and relatives may find much in her example worthy of imitation.
She was fully apprised of apporaching death and made the most minute preparations for her burial; expressed her readiness to go, lamented her shortcomings and spoke hopefully concerning the future world.
She lived 59 years, 9 months and 24 days in the same community, and the day of her burial still held her claim on the good-will and affection of neighbors and friends.
Let us hope for the gathering of the circle where associations never end and home is eternal
--J.S. Allen
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Although in his eighty-third year he was remarkably well preserved both mentally and physically, exhibiting few of the infirmities usually incident to old age. It is probable that rheumatism was the immediate cause of his death, as he had suffered from it lately and a few days ago expressed a fear that it was reaching his vital organs.
Funeral services were held at his late home at 2 o'clock Tuesday afternoon, conducted by Rev. B.D. Kennedy, after which the remains were tenderly laid away in the Henry burying ground on his old home place. The large concourse of sorrowing friends assembled to pay the last tribute of respect to their friend and neighbor eloquently testified to the esteem and affection in which he was held.
He was born in Virginia, May 7, 1826, and when 5 years old came to Missouri with his parents. They settled in St. Charles county, where he grew to manhood. Before attaining his majority he enlisted in the army for service in the war against Mexico for the independence of Texas, serving from 1847 to 1849, at which time he was honorably discharged.
He then went to California, but returned to Missouri two years later. He then made a second trip to the Pacific coast with Frank Perkins, taking a large drove of cattle. At that time there was only one house where Kansas City now stands, and St. Joseph was a village.
Returning to Missouri in 1855, he was married the same year to Miss Alabama Henry and engaged in the hotel business in Troy until the breaking out of the civil war.
He entered the Confederate service, his first engagement being at the battle of Lexington. He served with distinction through all the war and at its close had reached the rank of lieutenant-colonel.
When the war was over he returned to Lincoln county and settled on a farm in Clark township in 1868, and that vicinity was his home until his death. His wife died Dec. 24, 1893, and for some years past he had made his home with his daughter Ida, wife of John E. Richards. His other children are Georgia, wife of Ular Schlol, of Colorado City, Col., and Austin and Joseph, of St. Louis. His sister, Mrs. Judith Wright, and brother, Capt, George C. Carter, also survive him.
Col. Carter was always an ardent Democrat and took a keen interest in the welfare of his party and the affairs of government. He was a diligent reader and well versed in the history of both state and nation, and kept in close touch with current events. His wide information and matured judgment made him a man with whom it was a privilege to converse.
Although his eventful life was well spent and rounded out in years, his death will be regretted by many a friend who knew him well and appreciate his worth.
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"Aunt Frankie" as she was familiarly known, was born in Pittsylvania county, Virginia, and came with her parents (C.L. and Mary Carter) to Missouri at the age of 19 yrs. In 1834 she was united in marriage to Barton Hubbard. By this union eight children were born, three of whom survive her as follows: Moses, Fannie and Barton. She also leaves a sister, Mrs. Judith Wright, and two brothers, Col. T.M. and Rolla Carter, and a large circle of relatives and friends, over whose hearts her demise casts a shadow of gloom. The subject of this notice has been blind for 13 years, but bore her severe affliction with great endurance, never murmuring or complaining, but gave evidence of an abiding faith and hope. Early in life, at about the age of 17 years, she yielded her heart to Christ, and united with the Methodist church. Through the intervening years until death she was an earnest, conscientious and faithful Christian, remarking that she had never for once doubted her conversion. Her life was along the line of the highest impulses of regenerate heart; she always saw life at its best, construing the acts of all in the spirit of charity that thinketh no evil.
"Mother's" chair is vacant; "grandma's" soothing and caressing tones are forever hushed in silence. But her memory will be long cherished in the home she adorned. Her last illness was of seven week's duration; seven long weeks she hovered between life and death. Death did his work gradually and adroitly; he took down the clay tabernacle carefully and deftly. But, at last, with a form worn to attenuation, the summons came quietly and sweetly.
The funeral sermon was preached by Rev. C.P. Snow of Troy, to a large congregation that had assembled to pay the last tribute of respect to her memory which showed the high esteem in which she was held, after which her remains were borne to their last resting place and interred according to the ritual of the church. May they all strive to meet that good mother in a world where parting is unknown. "Lost to sight; to memory dear."
--Jessie.
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Therefore, be it Resolved, that in the death of Brother Hubbard this lodge has lost a faithful member and his children a loving father.
Resolved, that we bear in grateful remembrance the fidelity with which Brother Hubbard discharged his Masonic duties and try and emulate his many virtues.
Resolved that we tender our heartfelt sympathy to the bereaved ones and commend them to the God in whom he trusted.
Resolved, that a page in our records be set apart and dedicated to these resoultions, that a copy be sent to his children; and one to the Troy Free Press for publication.
--Committee.
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She was born May 5, 1906 in Montgomery City, the daughter of John W. and Olive Bratton Lovelace.
On February 21, 1926 she was married to Harry Hubbard, and they established their home in the Honey Locust vicinity. Here she lived most of her life.
She is survived by her husband, Harry Hubbard, by one brother, Carl W. Lovelace of Largo, Florida, by three sisters: (Bertha (Mrs. J.C. Atkinson) of Long Beach, California; Kathryn (Mrs. Howard H. Hoech) of Warrenton and Margaret (Mrs. Duard Angel) of Vandalia. Also surviving are nieces, nephews, other relatives and many friends.
Funeral services were conducted Friday, September 27, 2:00 p.m. at the Nieburg Funeral Home in Warrenton by Rev. Melvin Henley. Vocalist was Mrs. Marilyn Avis, with Mrs. Ellen Tacke at the organ. Interment was made in the Warrenton Cemetery.
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She united with the christian Church at Paynesville at an early age and remained a faithful church member until her pasing. After teaching school a few terms she was united in marriage to Henry T. Hubbard, of near Moscow Mills. To this union was born a son, Harry B. Hubbard, of Jonesburg, and a daughter, Lucille, Mrs. Henry Dix, of near Warrenton. They lived on their farm near Jonesburg for several years, where Mr. Hubbard passed away February 21, 1931. She then moved to Troy where she made her home until her health failed a few months ago. Since then she has lived with her daughter and husband, Mr. and Mrs. Henry Dix, of north of Warrenton.
She was a loving mother, and a faithful friend and neighbor and leaves to mourn her passing besides her children, a son-in-law and daughter-in-law, a brother and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Bell, of Eolia, a niece, Miss Lucy Ferguson, of Elsberry, nephew, Archie Ferguson, of Eolia, and numerous other relatives and friends. Mrs. Hubbard was preceded in death by two sisters and a brother.
Pall bearers were Clem Creech, Arch Ferguson, Harry Dix, John Meine, W.W. Brooks and Fowler Cope. Funeral services were held from the McCoy Funeral Home to the Troy Christian Church Friday, November 20, 1959, at 1:00 p.m. with Rev. Geo. Massay in charge. Interment was in the Warrenton cememtery.
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Funeral card: Molle Addie Hubbard; born: December 4, 1871, Paynesville, Mo; died: November 18, 1959, Troy, Mo; Services held from: Troy Christian Church, Troy, Mo. Friday, November 20, 1959, 1:00 p.m.; Clergyman: Rev. George Massay; Interment: Warrenton Cemetery, Warrenton, Mo.
Her father, Mr. Jesse Perkins, entered a quarter section of land about 2 miles south of Troy, upon which he lived the remainder of his life.
She was the ninth of ten children and the last of the family to be gathered to her people. She was married to Mr. Luther M. Linn in 1836, or 1837. Settled 3 miles south of Troy, Mo., where she raised her family, her husband having died in California in 1853. She was the mother of 9 children, six of whom reached years of maturity, three having died in early childhood. Some 20 years or more after the death of her 3 children the hand of sorrow again entered her home, when death claimed two of her brightest sons, taken them from her in their early manhood, ____ just as their star of ____ ____ all its splendor above ___ ____ their lofty aspirations. ___se, William and Edward Linn, were young men of great promise and the staff upon which she had hoped to __an during her old age. But God took them, and she submitted calmly to His will. Her next oldest son, Rev. Horatio Linn, died about 20 years after the death of William and Edward, leaving a family.
Such bereavement would have caused many less faithful christains to succumb to their sorrow. Not so, however, with her. She had faith in Christ, and believed in the resurrection of the dead, and that she would meet her children in the great hereafter, amid the glories of eternal life, where they would form a union never again to be broken.
She was a member of the Presbyterian church, and had been for at least half a century; was strong in her faith, zealous in good works, circumspect in her daily walk and conversation, and in all things a true and faithful christian.
By her death Isreal, (the church, etc.) has lost one of its earnest, and most faithful mothers.
Loved and honored by her children, and grandchildren, together with a most of other relatives and friends. Her transition from death unto life has cast a gloom over the hearts of the many who loved and honored her; notwithstanding their loss is her eternal gain.
She was a sister of Walton Perkins, deceased, late of Troy, Mo.
Those of her children who survive her are Rev. Lewis F. Linn, of St. Louis, Mrs. Matilda Ann McCain, of near Troy, Mo., and Mrs. Mary M. Jones, of Trenton, Nebraska.
May her ashes rest in peace, while her soul enjoys the rewards of a well spent life, in the presence of the God and Savior she so faithfully served during her earthly pilgrimage.
--W.
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Charles E. Murphy, generally known at Pat Murphy by all his many friends over town, much more often called Pat than anything else, was 44 years, 3 months and 20 days of age when death came. He had lived in Clay Center for a number of years and was well known in town. Of late the family has made their home on East Clay street, in Lincoln Heights addition, and it was there death occured. He leaves a wife and one daughter, about ten years of age, to mourn his death. Mr. Murphy was born in Missouri, September 7, 1873.
The funeral was held Wednesday afternoon from the home at 2 o'clock, the Christian Science church officiating. Burial was made in Greenwood cemetery. Dr. Humphrey, a brother of Mrs. Murphy, was present from Chicago to attend the services. Many friends of Mr. Murphy attended the funeral, for Mr. Murphy was popular with all who knew him. His death is universally regretted.
-W.H. Utter
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His health had been failing for the past year, but it was not until a few weeks ago that his condition became serious. For several days before the end it was known that he could not recover, because of his advanced age. Mr. Murphy died peacefully and without pain.
Funeral services were held yesterday from the Ward meeting house, and a large number of friends were present. John Dalton offered the opening prayer, and the choir sang two selections. The speakers were D. A. Johnson, Howard W. Balsley, Frank M. Shafer and Bishop John Peterson. All of the speakers praised the good life of Mr. Murphy, and paid glowing tributes to his indomitable spirit in pioneering the way for civilization in the west. Howard W. Balsley sang "Saved by Grace," and the closing prayer was given by Frank M. Shafer.
All of Mr. Murphy's children were present at the services except Felix G. Murphy, Jr., who will not arrive until tomorrow.
With the death of Felix G. Murphy, an eventful career is ended. He was one of the first pioneers of the west, and practically all of the years of his life were spent in blazing the trail for the civilization of today.
Mr. Murphy was born at Louisville, Kentucky, February 28, 1826. Before he was out of his teens he was doing a man's work in the protection of the frontier from the Indians.
In 1833 his family moved from Louisville to Missouri. Here he lived until 1847, when he volunteered as a soldier to fight the Indians who at that time were leading a war of extermination against the whites on the frontier. Many exciting experiences he went through in those stirring times.
A short time after he enlisted he left with a small party of soldiers to follow some Indians who had killed some whites at the mouth of the Platte river. When the soldiers arrived at that place they found that the Indians had not only killed a number of whites, but had stolen seven wagon loads of supplies which belonged to some Mormon immigrants. The Indians were found by the soldiers, but they escaped and the immigrants' teams were never recovered. The soldiers returned to Fort Kearney, where they helped build the famous fort at that place.
The following spring a party 48 men started for Oregon. Mr. Murphy accompanied them as far as Platte, and returned to Fort Kearney with the mail. He made this trip three times, his route being along the Arkansas river. On one of the trips he was discovered and attacked by a band of Indians who had just waylaid goverment supplies bound for Mexico. A running fight ensued but Mr. Murphy escaped without injury.
Following his services at Fort Kearney he returned to Fort Leavenwoth, Kansas, where he was released from services. He then returned to his home at Troy, Mo. His adventurous nature, however, was not satified with the quiet life at home, and on March 3, 1849, following the gold strike on the Pacific coast, he started for California with a train of men to prospect for the elusive yellow metal. The party experienced no end of trouble with the Indians, and at one point on their journey, on the Cimarron river, Colorado, they buried the bodies of seven men and one baby that had been killed by the savages. While in Colorado the party joined Major Hart and proceeded to Old Mexico. Here they outfitted again, and went by way of Tucson and Pimo village, and thence down the Gila river by boat and wagon to the Colorado river. They crossed that stream at Fort Yuma and went across the desert to San Diego. They journeyed from that place to San Francisco by ship, and reached Sacremento on March 17, 1850.
Mr. Murphy remained in California for nine years, and in 1859 he want to Virginia City, Nevada. Eleven years later he came to Utah, residing at Park City and Midway for ten years.
In 1874 Mr. Murphy married Miss Mary E. Fausett, and six years later in 1880, the family moved to Moab, where they have lived ever since. Mr. Murphy was one of the earliest pioneers of this valley. It was through the hard work of such men as he that the town was built up, and the present inhabitants of this valley are indebted to Mr. Murphy and his early associates for the many advantages enjoyed here today.
Mr. Murphy is survived by his widow and nine children, who are: Felix G., Jr., William J., Hebert Thomas, Amber J., Victor and Otto Murphy; Mrs. J. T. Duncan and Mrs. Pearl Knight. All of Mr. Murphy's children live at and near Moab.
Felix G. Murphy was a member of the Mormon church. He was a good citizen and was revered by every resident of Moab, both old and young. He lived a life of usefulness, and his future reward will surely be commensurate with the great good he did on this earth.
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The deceased was an intimate friend of the writer, and while visiting here about a year ago made many warm friends who will be pained to learn of her sad demise, for to know Gertrude was to love her. She was a girl who loved her friends, and was a most agreeable and interesting companion at all times.
A short while after returning to her home in Carrollton, Ill., she was taken with hemorrahages soon followed by comsumption.
Her mother with her moved to Louisiana, Mo., hoping the change might prove beneficial to her daughter's health, but she gradually grew worse her ailment baffling all medical skill until her body, tired and weary, gave up the fight and surrendered her spotless soul to Him who gave it.
She bore her afflictions with the fortitude of a christian, retaining her mental faculities to her last moments, her last words being "my time has come."
Gertrude was a sweet, noble girl, and the writer feels that in her death she has lost a true personal friend. But while we feel that our loss is great, we know that her gain is greater. The funeral services were conducted at her home on Wednesday morning after which her remains were taken to Clarksville, Pike county, Mo., for interment.
She was born in Lincoln county, Mo., Nov. the 25th, 1875, died Feb'y. 8th, 1897, having spend only 21 years 2 months and 13 days on this earth.
We extend to the widowed mother and only brother our heartfelt sympathy, and commend them to God, as he alone can heal their sorrow. [see following obituary]
--C.S.
Deceased was born December 28, 1857, in this county. Was married to Wm. Murphy Jan. 25th, 1882; to their union five children were born, all of whom survive except one, that being Lillian, oldest daughter, who died Oct 8, 1899, having lived the short life of only sixteen years. Those that survive are Neva, Mary, Della and Willie. She also leaves one brother and one sister Henry T. Hubbard, of this county, and Mrs. James Gear, of Kansas.
The health of the deceased began to decline some two years ago, and though everything was done for her that human sympathy and love could suggest, death finally asserted its authority, and called her away.
In her death her husband has been bereft of a faithful wife, her children of a devoted mother and the entire community of one whose loss can never be regained.
During all the days and weeks of her suffering she murmured not. She never complained of her lot, nor became discouraged. She was patient from the beginning to the end and had hopes of getting well to the last.
She remained perfectly conscious until only a few hours before her death. She lay upon her pillow, closed her eyes as if in peaceful slumber, not a struggle, no hideous death-rattle, calmly her spirit took its flight.
The funeral services were held at the family residence conducted by Rev. C.L. Hess in the presence of a large number of relatives and friends, after which the remains were interred in the Hubbard burying ground. We extend to the husband, the dear children, the brother and sister our heartfelt sympathy and commend them to God, as He alone can heal their sorrow.
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A shadow of gloom is cast over the entire community that Lillian is no more. Death entering any community is always sad, but when it claims for its victim a bright, sweet girl just blossoming into womanhood, it seems doubly so indeed, with naught to soften the sting unless it be our memories of her, may ever be of the sweetest and best. Her brief young life, like the bright morning glory, scarce blossomed into maturity ere it faded and passed out of sight.
Sad indeed is the home she has just left. For two long weeks her relatives and friends watched anxiously by her bedside, doing all in their power to relieve her intense suffering, and restore her again to health; but on Tuesday night a decided change for the worse came and the physician upon being again summoned hastily, found that the end was slowly drawing near. Yet believing in the saying that "there is hope as long as life" he did not give her up but worked faithfully with her until the last.
Though her suffering was great as it always is with that dreaded disease, typhoid fever, yet she did not lose consciousness and pitifully begged that something be done for her that she might not die. How sad to her loved ones to see her clinging so to life when they know that it was only a short time till it would be gone, but to them it is a consolation to know that all was done that loving hands could do and that Gods will, not ours be done. Only three days this year had she been with us in our school, when stricken down, yet in that sort time she had endeared herself to us, and in her death the children realize the loss of a loving school mate and the writer of this piece a kind dutiful pupil.
To her mother, father, grandmother, sister, brother and other relatives we extend our heart-felt sympathy. Though her place in the home circle is void, and it seems unjust to be bereft of as dear a one, yet hold in faith that God knows best.
Monday afternoon, followed by her sorrowing relatives, schoolmates and friends her remains were tenderly laid to rest in the family burying ground to await the resurrection morn.
M.G.B.
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"Nicholas W. Murphy, one of the most amiable old gentlemen who ever lived to make this world better by his presence, passed peacefully away at the home of his son-in-law and daughter, Mr. and Mrs. Isaac Martin, in this village on Sunday evening last, April 13. Mr. Murphy had been ailing for some time, more in consequence of a fractured leg, which he sustained before coming to Princeton, than from his advanced age, although at the time of his death he had reached his ninety-fifth milestone on his life's journey.
"He came of sturdy Kentucky stock, having first seen the light of day in that state in 1818. He was married in Wisconsin in 1845 to Marie Ferrel and came to Minnesota in 1856, settling near Plainview. In May, 1912, he and his wife came to Princeton to pass their declining years with Mr. and Mrs. Isaac Martin, where Mrs. Murphy, now 85 years of age, is still cared for by loving hands. A large family were born to this good old couple and there are 105 persons living today who reverently call them either father and mother or grandfather and grandmother."
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William H. Murphy was born ___ farm near Moscow Mills February 9, 1840, and died in Elsberry May 13, 1932, making his exact age 92 years, 3 months and 4 days. He was married January 25, 1882, to Miss Lelia Hubbard, who died April 25, 1906. Of five children born to them, Lillian, the eldest, died at the age of 16 years, Della died in 1915, and William, the only son, died in 1920. After disposing of his farm twelve years ago, Mr. Murphy divided his time between the surviving daughters, Mary ( Mrs. Powell), and Neva (Mrs. Hubbard) usually spending the winters with the latter in St. Louis. He was remarkably well preserved for one of his years and might easily have passed for 75. He failed perceptibly _____ strength during the last six months of his life, but was bedfast little more than two weeks. A remarkable ___ of his life history is that he lived ___ score years on the farm where he ____ born, and was buried there.
Five grandchildren, James and Bessie Powell, of this city, and Elizabeth, Edna and Georgia Hubbard, of St. Louis, remain to cherish the memory of this venerable man.
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Georgia Rittner, daughter of Joseph S. Rittner and Harriet Russell, was born in Frederick County, Va., April 2, 1839, and came to Missouri with her parents when she was only a child. Her father lived on a farm near St. Louis, and gave the ground for the school house that has born his name to this day. She was married to Henry W. Perkins near Troy in June, 1860, and lived in or near this place all her married life. She was the mother of seven children, three of whom survive, they being Mrs. Anna Wilson of Columbia, Mrs. Hattie Sturges of Sedalia and Mrs. Lizzie Howell of Hannibal.
Early in life she became a member of the Presbyterian church and was an ardent worker in the cause of religion. On February 7th the rupture of an artery on the brain caused partial paralysis involving the whole of the right side. Her case was recognised as a hopeless one from the beginning and while all that medical skill could suggest was done by her loving and devoted family, the disease never gave promise for ultimate recovery.
Mrs. Perkins was well known in Troy where she was held in the highest regard. Deceased was a woman of beautiful character, a member of one of the pioneer families of Lincoln county, and news of her death will be heard with regret by everyone who knew her. The remains were brought to Troy Wednesday morning and taken to the Presbyterian church, where services were conducted by Rev. John Anderson, after which the interment took place in the family lot in the Troy cemetery.
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Mr. Perkins was not a member of any chruch yet acknowledge Jesus as his Saviour, in whom he had faith to the utmost. Like all men, he had his imperfections. Nevertheless he was more than an average good man, possessing a heart full of charity and an ear ever open to the call of the needy. We are told that "charity covers a multitude of sins," and hence we feel that his many charitable acts and kindnesses of heart, when put in the scales of justice, will overbalance his shortcomings in other respects. Faith gives strength to the soul, hope may end in fruition, "but charity extends beyond the grave to the boundless realms of eternity." And all who had the pleasure of an intimate acqaintance with H.W. Perkins will rise up and testify that charity was a cardinal virture with him. He treated all men alike honorably, justly and kindly, regardless of their wealth or social position. Spoke no evil of any one, nor ever said a word that would reflect to the least extent upon the character ___ good name of any man or woman.
As a business man he was honorable and truthful and had the confidence of all who knew him. He ____ great interest in the welfare of ___ community in which he lived and __an was especially interested in educational affairs and the public good ___erally.
Mr. Perkins was born in Troy, ___ in April, 1835, being the only ___ of the late Walton Perkins, who grew up in Troy. Surely an old mark has been removed from ___ midst a prominent and good m___ passed from view and crossed to the other side. But as we a__ __formed by the Scriptures, that ___ day of a man's death is better than the day of his birth, we will grieve over his departure no in way manifets a desire to have ___ him from the blissful life tha_ ___ believe he has entered. He ____ dear friend, a good man and g___ admired by the writer, and has ___ gone a little ahead of us?just a_____.
--J.A. Ward. St. Louis, Feb __ 1906.
#2 Editor Free Press: It was with feelings of sorrow and regret that I learned through your paper of the death of my old and valued friend, Henry W. Perkins, and I now avail myself of the opportunity of penning a brief tribute to the memory of one of the best friends I ever had. My acquaintance with "Dee," as he was familiarly known began in 1850, when as a mere lad I attended the old Troy Academy, then under the charge of the late Geo. Jones, "Dee" then being a student in the school. He was then in the first flush of early manhood, and the acquaintance and friendship there formed between us has been kept alive through all the intervening years?through our paths through life were widely divergent.
Henry W Perkins was one of nature's noblemen?a gentleman at all times and under all circumstances, in the broadest meaning of the term. Those who knew him best loved him for the many god qualities of head and heart. Plain and unassuming in his manners, yet clothed with a dignity born of self-respect which well befitted the man. He as a genial sociable companion and a true friend. He was liberal in his dealings with his fellows, charitable to a marked degree?always ready by word or deed to render assistance to those in need. As a business man, he was the soul of honor and integrity, and by his course in his long and successful business career, drew around him a large coterie of friends of whom any man might well feel proud.
In his death not only the business community of Troy but of the whole county has lost a member whose name was the synonym of all that is honest and upright in a business sense, and whose place will indeed be hard to fill. In all the relations of life, as a business man, a citizen, neighbor and friend, he filled the measure of that noblest work of God?an honest man, and no more priceless legacy could he leave behind him than this.
Full of years and honors, he has been gathered to his fathers and his place in business social and the home circle, is vacant, but he has left behind him the record of a life well spent and an endearing example of honesty and integrity of far more value to his sorrowing relatives than the wealth of the Indies. The community at large is the better that he lived in it and his name will need no brazen tablet nor marble shaft to perpeturate it among the people who knew him so well and who loved and respected him for his real worth.
To his wife and daughters permit me to extend my sincere condolence and sympathy in this sad hour of bereavement, and to remind them that the separation will not be for long. Yet a little while and those of his friends who now mourn his departure will cross over the river and join him under the shade of the trees in the Beulah Land where parting is no more.
--Tyler W. Parker, Montgomery City, Feb. 12, 1906
#3 At his home in Troy, Mo., on the 6th day of February, 1906, the summons came to our worthy and much-loved brother, Henry Walton Perkins, to join the innumerable caravan that moved to that mysterious realm where each shall take his chamber in the silent halls of death. The All-Father in whose keeping are the destinies of the quick and the dead, in his inscrutiable wisdom, has left us but the memory of his many noble qualities and innumerable kind deeds.
Brother Perkins was one of nature's noblemen. He was kind and obliging and was the very incarnation of refinement. Always optimistic, he took a pleasant view of life and had a kind work for every one. He was respected by his acquaintances, honored by his business associates and loved by the children. A good Mason, an upright business man and an honored citizen is lost to us in his death, and his family have lost a loving and indulgent husband and father. Therefore be it Resolved, That we keenly feel and deplore the loss of so good a man and brother.
Resolved, That we will cherish the memory of his many virtures and will point to them as worthy of imitation.
Resolved, That we tender to his bereaved family our sympathy in their time or sorrow.
Resolved, Thaat a copy hereof be presented to the widow of our deceased worthy brother and that each of the county papers be furnished with a copy with a request to publish the same.
--Dr. L. Pendleton, T.H. Moore, H. Haverkamp, Committee. Troy Lodge No. 34, A.F. & A.M.
#4 On the 6th day of February, 1906, there passed from earth one of nature's noblemen, Henry W. Perkins, known, honored, trusted and greatly esteemed by hundreds who will read this brief and imperfect tribute to him as a man and citizen.
He was born at Troy, being the only child of the late Walton Perkins, and was in his 71st year. All of this life was spent here and the record that he made as a banker, financier and business man was surpassed only by his record as a citizen and gentleman of the highest type.
He was married June 20, 1860, to Miss Georgia Rittner, who, with three daughters, Mrs. T.C.Wilson and Mrs. J.S.Howell, of Hannibal, and Mrs. G.A.Sturges, of Sedalia, survives [several unreadable words] _icken on ___ day, the 2nd inst., with paralysis and passed away four days later, being thus granted a wish frequently expressed that he might have a brief illness when his summons came. He was a member of the Masonic fraternity, having taken the Commandery degrees. He was not identified with any church, but his heart was full of the love and fear of God, and he had the deepest respect for His church.
Mr. Perkins entered the Farmers and Mechanics' bank as cashier in the summer of 1874 when the position was make vacant by the resignation of E.N.Bonfils. He actively discharged the duties of the place for over 31 years. During all that time there was never a question as to the solidity of the bank whose destinies he directed in such a capable manner. It has always been a successful institution, dividends of 100 per cent having frequently been declared on one year's business when it was the only bank in the county. We doubt if there was ever a more popular man in business in the county than Mr. Perkins. He was courteous, affable and accommodating, yet always zealously guarded the interests of his stockholders and depositors. The writer of this sketch knew Mr. Perkins for nearly 28 years and will always cherish the memory of his friendship and confidence as one of the brightest spots in my life. No honest man ever went to him for a favor that could be reasonably expected and went away disappointed. He was a generous, public spirited citizen, ever ready to help the needy and to do his share toward promoting the welfare of his town and county. Always in comfortable circumstances and being a good business man he amassed a considerable fortune.
Funeral services were held Thursday at the Presbyterian church at 11 o'clock after which the burial was at the city cemetery in charge of Troy Lodge No. 34, A.F. & A.M.
A good man has gone from us. Long may we cherish his memory and emulate his virtues.
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In St. Louis at the City Hospital, Monday, Feb. 19, 1895, Walton, only son of H. W. and Georgia Perkins, aged 25 years.
This notice tells us of the passing away of one of Troy's best and noblest boys. Knowing that I was numbered among the friends of deceased, I cannot remain silent when the last tributes are being paid to his memory, although I feel that no eulogium, however great, can benefit him or add to his good name. Only a few days ago came the sad news, "Walt is dying." It soon spread all over the town and awakened a feeling of sadness and deepest interest in the hearts of his many friends. I extend expressions of kindest and most heartfelt sympathy to the entire family, but especially to mother and father.
"Is that my mother bending low
With her cool hand upon my brow?
Are those my mother's tender eyes?
I dreamed of her but now;
Sweet mother! this indeed is joy-
You've come to bless your dying boy"
Could he have expressed himself, I know these would have been his words, for he was devotedly attached to his mother. Weep not, dear mother! True, something has been taken from the comfort of your daily life which cannot be replaced, but his memory is in your sacred keeping. His sorrows are ended, and he is awaiting you in that haven of rest where the love which united you both here, may be intensified through all eternity.
Kind father! grieve not for your only boy. You know that there is an earthly end to all his hopes, his dreams and wishes-none of his bright hopes will ever be realized here, none of his golden dreams fulfilled-but hope that the joys of Heaven are his, and that, decorated witha crown of glory, he awaits you beyond the grave. Remember also that death is good thus far: it magnifies every virtue and blots out every fault.
Deceased was born and raised in Troy. His father and mother are too widely known to require any mention here. He died at 5:30 o'clock Monday afternoon and his body was brought here for interment on the evening train Tuesday.
Troy lay hidden in her shroud of snow and the still air greeted the faces of the mourners with cold kisses. The mystic stillness of night was only broken by the sound of the hearse and the sobs of the family as the funeral cortege wended its way from the depot to the family residence. The crowd that followed the remains told unmistakably the esteem in which he was held at home.
The funeral services were held at the Presbyterian church on Wednesday afternoon, conducted by Rev. Malcolm of Hannibal, who delivered one of the most appropriate sermons ever listened to. He expatiated on the life and good qualities of deceased-how he had been reared in a home surrounded by the best influences that refine the heart and exalt the character. His advice to young men was most salutary and I pray that it may sink deeply into the hearts of all the boys who heard his eloquence. It was an affecting sight, to see the hundreds who had gathered to bury Walt, nearly every one of whom dropped a tear of affection as they passed one by one around the bier, each taking a last sad look at the face of him who was the friend of all. The casket was deposited in the hearse. The black plumes waved and the crowd moved on the the "city of the dead," there to lay the shrouded slumberer. The floral tributes were all woven into forms of beauty and were numerous. His devoted father, mother and three sisters remain to cherish his name.
--T.
The body was removed to the McCoy Funeral Home, Troy, Mo., where funeral services were conducted Monday, May 6th at 2:00 o'clock in the afternoon by Rev. Elba Martin, pastor of the South Side Christian Church, Hannibal, Missouri. Music was provided by Rev. Martin accompanied by Mrs. McCoy at the piano. Casket bearers were Russell Hughes, Andrew Kirchoff, Edward Kirchoff, Zano Kirchoff, Clarence Cappel, and Henry Kirchner. Interment was at Riddle Cemetery, Lincoln co, MO.
Mrs. Pollard was born near Chain of Rocks, Lincoln County, Missouri on October 3, 1865, a daughter of John and Ann O'Neal. She spent her entire life on the farm near Moscow Mills.
Surviving are one son, I.V. Pollard, and two daughters, Mrs. Berkshire, all of Hannibal, four grandchildren and 5 great-grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her husband James H. Pollard and two sons, Riley L, who passed away in May of 1953 and Eberley, who died in infancy.
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He was married to Malinda C. Waggoner Oct. 28, 1859. Eight children were born unto them; namely: Katie E. (McCoy), Nellie, Mattie A. (McCoy, deceased), W. Hampton, Josepht T. (deceased), Sydnor L. (deceased), Carrie B. (Hunn), and Frederick W.
The wife and mother died Aug. 31, 1884. He was again married to Mrs. Annie M. Simpson Oct. 28, 1888 whom he leaves to mourn his going.
He united with the Christian church at Highland Prairie in the year 1870, later transferring his membership to Moscow. He was made a Free Mason in the spring of 1888. In both of which connections he served well and was correspondingly esteemed. There was a degree of enthusiastic delight evinced by those who complimented his clean, quiet, useful life which, to note, inspired one to emulate such qualities and to forge one's self after the pattern of such an example.
Funeral services were conducted at Moscow Chirstian church in the presence of an audience which taxed the capacity of the building, many not being able to get seats. Burial was at Highland cemetery under the rites of the Masonic Fraternity which were administered by a grandson, Stanley Pollard, upon request of the deceased. The large assemblage, the beautiful floral offerings, the deep solemnity manifest all betokened the feeling that a good man had gone for whom the highest honor and respect was being shown. May God's great grace be upon surviving relatives and friends.
In January, 1868, his wife preceded him to that better land and on October 6, 1870, he was married to Alabama Barley; to this union 3 children were born, only two living, Walter and Clint of near Moscow. He joined the Christian church early in life and died in that faith. He was a good man and a kind and loving husband and father and will be missed by all who knew him. Besides his children he leaves an aged wife and one sister and two brother.
Services were conducted by Rev. Dudley at New Galilee church February 18, after which the remains were laid to rest in the family lot to await the Master's call.
Those of the family present were Walter and Clint Pollard and wives, Tony Pollard and wife, Mrs. Jessie Pollard and Little Mary Pollard, who they took to raise in infancy, Jas. Pollard and wife and John Pollard.
The Troy Free Press, July 8, 1890, Vol XIII, No 8. Page 3>
Harvey Eli Powell, of 440 E. Wood St., Troy, passed away unexpectedly at his home on Saturday evening, May 24, 1969. He was born at Foristell, Mo., on Sept. 3rd, 1887, the son of Eli Jackson and Louella Hughes Powell. He was 81 years, eight months and 21 days of age.
He was united in marriage to Miss Mary Murphy Oct. 12, 1912, and to this union two children were born, James and Bessie.
Mr. and Mrs. Powell moved to Troy about 36 years ago, where he owned and operated a machine shop. He had also assisted the boys in the Vocational Agriculture Program, for many years giving freely of his time and unusual ability.
He was a member of the St. Stephen Methodist Church.
He is survived by his wife, Mary, son, James Powell, of Elsberry, Mo., daughter, Mrs. Bessie Rosell, and husband Dr. Louis Rosell, and two grandsons, James and Robert Rosell, of Normandy, Mo.
Funeral services were held from the McCoy Funeral Home to the St. Stephen Methodist Church on Monday, May 26, at 2:00 p.m., with Rev. Ted Matkin officiating. Interment in the Elsberry City Cemetery.
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She was married to Wm. R. Ward March 4, 1866, to this union were born two daughters, Mrs. L.P. Browing, of Peoria, Ill., and Mrs. Everett Gear, of St. Louis. The husband, two daughters, a sister, Mrs. Susie Hill, a brother, Thos. U. Wright, three grandchildren, a great grandchild and many other relatives and friends are left to mourn, yet not as thsoe who have no hope. For unto him that overcometh will be given a place of honor; this, our loss, is her eternal gain. She suffered greatly for ten days but bore her sufferings patiently and said that she was ready to go.
"Cousin Annie," as so many knew her, was loved by all her associates and acquaintances because of her lovable manner and beautiful Christian character. Her friends were numbered by her acquaintances, for to know her was to love her.
The funeral services were held by Rev. O.A. Gordon at two o'clock Tuesday afternoon at her home, where a large company of friends gathered to pay their respects and sympathy which bespoke much for the life of the deceased.
After funeral services the remains were conveyed to the Hubbard cemetery and there laid away to await the resurrection morning.
Dear "Cousin Annie" is not dead, but has gone to live forever with Our Father for "she hath done what she could." And while it is hard for us to give her up, it should be a consolation to us to know that she has gone to live in that world where sorrow, trouble and parting are unknown and that we have a tie that binds us closer to our Heavenly Father, who doeth all things well.
Weep not that her toils are over,
Weep not that her race is run,
God grant we may rest as calmly,
When our work, like hers, is done.
'Til then we yield with gladness,
Our mother to Him to keep,
And rejoice in the sweet assurance,
"He giveth His loved one sleep."
--P.E.B.