Saturday, April 30, 2011

Sylvester R. Price

This was taken from The Concordia (Kan.) Blade-Empire, Thursday, March 9, 1939.

Sylvester B. Price was born in Warren county, Ky., May 28, 1845, and died in Concordia, March 2, 1939, at the age of 93 years, 9 months and 4 days.

He was one of the survivors of the Civil War.  He enlisted from Williamson county, Illinois, on Aug. 12, 1862, as a private in Co. H, Eighty-first Regiment Illinois Volunteer Infantry.  His regiment saw duty with the Army of the Tennessee and was in a number of battles in the western section of the war territory, including the siege of Vicksburg.  Following a severe illness, he received an honorable discharge Oct. 8, 1864.

Mr. Price came to Kansas in 1866 and had lived in Republic and Cloud counties since that time.  He was united in marriage on Sept. 20, 1868, with Miss Isabel Powell.  To this union were born five children.  Mrs. Price died Jan. 19, 1906.  One daughter, Mrs. Fannie Cole, preceded her father in death in 1923.

On June 9, 1909 he was married to Belle Varvel Houston who died Oct. 3, 1913.

Mr. Price was associated with the Methodist church for many years.

He is survived by four children, Mrs. Lillian Scott, Los Angeles, Cal.; Mrs. Gertrude Ashcraft, Hollis; James Price, Concordia; Mrs Blanche Fry of Hollis; eight grandchildren, fifteen great-grandchildren and one sister, Mrs. William Christie, Concordia.

John Shaver Newsclippings

The following clippings all reference John Shaver (1874 - 1965).  None indicate the name of the paper.
hand-written date of Jan. 29, 1952 

John Shaver, 77 year-old employee of the Matthew Greenhouses, was taken to St. Joseph's hospital for treatment last Tuesday evening when the back of his left hand was torn by a soil shredder, while he was at work.  Shaver is one of those rugged fellows who believes that work is the best way of staying young and despite his age puts in a full day at the greenhouses and gardens, and plans to return to work as soon as possible.

(another version of the same story)

Friends of John Shaver will be sorry to hear of a painful accident injuring his left hand while he was at work at the Mathews greenhouse in Concordia.  His hand was badly mangled in a dirt mixing machine but it is coming along fine.  John was confined to the St. Joseph hospital but was expected home the first of the week.  Mr. Shaver, who moved to Concordia several years ago to retire, soon tired of retirement and has been employed at Mathews almost ever since moving.

 hand-written date of May 7, 1954

We met John Shaver in the Matthew Greenhouse in Concordia Saturday.  He is employed there.  He looks well and said Mrs. Shaver is in much better health than she was a couple of years ago.  He hasn't been in Courtland for seven years--meets his relatives down there--but says the folks that were just little kids when he lift this community are young men and women.  He can't understand how they change so fast.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Mr. and Mrs. John Shaver Anniversaries

From the Concordia (Kan.) Blade-Empire, Monday, December 29, 1952.
Mr. and Mrs. John Shaver of Concordia celebrated their golden wedding anniversary Sunday, Dec. 28 with open house at their home on South Broadway.  They were married in Guthrie, Okla., and shortly after their marriage went to Courtland, Kan., to live.  They have lived in Concordia seven years.  Mrs. Shaver was Miss Rose Myrtle Shaffer, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Garrett Shaffer, pioneers of this county.  They have four children: Mrs. Edgar Johnson, Courtland; Harold Shaver of Enid, Okla.; Miss Pat Shaver of Norman, Okla., and Mrs. Russell Hanson of Great Bend.  All were present for the golden wedding anniversary.

Guests attending the anniversary observance at the Shaver home Sunday were Mr. and Mrs. Vane Schierbaum, Rev. K. E. Ellsworth, Mr. and Mrs. C. W. Segerhammar, Carl and Paul, Mr. and Mrs E. A. Tornquist, Mr. and Mrs. Carl Swenson, Mr. Albert Ostrom, Mr and Mrs. Clarence Plummer, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Ostrom, Mr. and Mrs. Tom Tornquist, Mrs. August Johnson, Leon Johnson, Mr. and Mrs. Sam Nelson, Mr. and Mrs. Marvin F, Shivers, Mr. and Mrs. Henry Johnson, Norman E. Johnson, Mrs. Laura Kempton, Marguerite Kempton, Mrs. and Mrs. M. Kackley, Mrs. O. A. Erickson, Mrs. Opal Bishop, Mr. and Mrs. Axel Lundberg, Mrs. Joe Lundblade.

Mr. and Mrs. M. Hanson of Mankato, Mr. and Mrs. Stanley Ganstrom, Mr. and Mrs. Harry Hanstrom, Miss Syrena Hanson, Miss Grace Goodfellow, Mrs. Mary Jewell Pae, Mrs. Silas Harvin, Mrs. E. A. Williams, Mr. and Mrs. Frank Moore, Mrs. Mabel Williams of Kansas City, Mr. J. M. Weesner, Mr. and Mrs. Leonard Huggman, Mr. and Mrs. G. L. Huggerth, Mr. and Mrs. R. D. Mann, Miss Ruth Hobbs, Miss Pat Henthorne, Mr. and Mrs. Wilbert Johnson, Walter Douglas Johnson, Mrs. J. C. Henthorne, Miss Iona Cunningham, Mrs. W. M. Cunningham, Mrs. Ivy Rhodes, Mr. and Mrs. Ephriam Hedstrom, Ruth Hedstrom, Loretta Johnson, Mr. and Mrs. J. D. Carney, Mr. and Mrs. Carl L. Johnson, Florence Haney, O. M. Haney, A. W. Humphrey, Olive M. Ritter, Mrs. J. A. Davies, Mrs. Violet Slopansky, Mr. and Mrs. Eldon Shaver and B. J. Enid, Okla., Mr. and Mrs. Harold Shaver and Pat, of Norman, Okla., Mr. and Mrs. Edgar Johnson, Mr. and Mrs. Mentor Marty and Mrs. James E. Lundblade
From the Concordia (Kan.) Blade-Empire (no date)
SIXTY YEARS WED -- Mr. and Mrs. John Shaver of Concordia celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary Sunday, Dec 3.  Mr. and Shaver were married Dec. 24, 1902, in Guthrie, Okla., at the home of her parents.  They spent most of their married life on their farm near Courtland, moving to Concordia 17 years ago.

Mrs. Shaver was born in Portland, Ore. and came to Kansas when she was three years old with her parents.  When she was about eight years old her parents made the "run" into Oklahoma but arrived to late to stake a claim so her father purchased a farm three miles south of Guthrie, Okla.  When she was 21 she came to Kackley to visit an aunt and uncle, Mr. and Mrs. W. R. Phillips and while there attended the Baptist church with them.  At church she met the young superintendent of the church school, John Shaver.  Following what their daughter refers to as "Mom and Dad's whirlwind courtship" the couple was married.

Mr. Shaver was born in Maysville, Mo. the son of Eli and Diantha Hampton Shaver.  He came to Kansas with his parents when about five years old.  His father bought a farm near Kackley in the fall of 1880, where the family lived for many years.  Mr. and Mrs. Shaver have three children: Mrs. Edgar Johnson, of Courtland; Harold Shaver, of Enid, Okla.; Mrs. Russell Hanson, of Jamestown, who were with them at their anniversary celebration.  Also attending the celebration were their grandsons, Irwin Johnson, and Mrs. Johnson, Laura, Mary, Phillip and John, of Courtland; Eldon Shaver, Mrs. Shaver, Bruce and John, of Wichita.  Their only granddaughter, Mrs. Jim Abbott, Mr. Abbott, David and Paul of Fort Worth, Texas were unable to attend the celebration.

Della May Shaver Erickson

This clipping has no newspaper name

OBITUARY - Mrs. O. A. Erickson.

Della May Shaver, daughter of Eli and Diantha Shaver was born at Maysville, Mo., Sept 8, 1871 and departed this life at her home in Jamestown, Feb. 6, 1946 at the age of 74 years, 4 months and 28 days.  In 1880, she came with her parents to Concordia, Kansas, and two years later the family move to Republic county.

She was united in marriage to O. A. Erickson at Kackley, Kansas, on March 3, 1907. They resided at Kackley and Norway for several then came to Jamestown in 1921, where they operated a general store.

In her early youth, she united with the Baptist church at Kackley, Kansas.  She served her church faithfully, teaching classes in the church school and doing efficient choir work.

Dell, as she was known by many, loved life, her friends and her community.  While her health did not permit her to participate in community affairs, yet she never lost her interest in these things.  Dell especially loved the quietness of her home and her flowers.  The welfare of her loved ones, her neighbors and her friends, were always uppermost in her mind.  Her kindness and deep considerations of others, her jolly disposition, her witticisms, endeared her to all, who came in contact with her.  All that loving hands could do, could not keep her here.  She slipped quietly away to her eternal rest.

She is survived by her devoted and faithful husband, one sister, Mrs. Hattie Hedges, of Vancouver, Wash., a brother, John Shaver, of Concordia, Kansas, several nieces, and nephews, other relatives and friends.

Funeral services were conducted Friday afternoon, Feb 8, at 2 o'clock at the Methodist church, conducted by Rev. R. H. Spangler of Concordia, and Rev. R. H. Hardesty.  The music was furnished by Mrs. A. W. Sjoholm Miss Adell Livezey, R. H. Scanland, Robert Hardesty, accompanies by Mrs. Martin Blosser at the piano.  Casket bearers ere Otto Weddle, Frank Sjolander, W. T. Hills, Austin Zirkie, Moody Paulson and Fred Ansdell.  The Jamestown business houses closed during the funeral services.  Interment was made in the Pleasant Hill cemetery at Concordia.

Being Seventy

This hand-written note is not marked as to date or author, but the scrapbook in which it was found, and the dates mentioned near the end, suggest that it may have been Rose Myrtle May Shaffer Shaver.

How I feel being seventy

Being seventy years old hasn't turned out to be bad at all.  I have been seventy for a whole month now and I am getting pretty experienced at it.  In time I even hope to get used to it.  Looking back now I can't see why I was ever so afraid of reaching this nice ripe age.  The first few days I was pretty nervous.  I had the idea I might fall apart suddenly like the one horse shy.  I was almost afraid to look in the mirror each morning.  But I began to relax somewhat after I discovered that at seventy you don't just disintegrate before your own eyes.  I was kind of surprised to find I didn't feel different at all.  That was fine but would I act any different?  So far I haven't found a single disadvantage to being 70 and I hope there will be some real advantages.  One is in the matter of respect. The biggest advantage however is the new attitude of my hubby.  One evening I started to go to the door to pick up the newspaper "No you just set down there in your easy chair, dear," he said, "I'll get the paper for you after 70 you have to start taking things easy" I thought to myself as I settled back in the chair that I would be happy to stay seventy for the rest of my life.   And I think I will.

P.S. Nov 3, 1962 I am the age of 81 and with the help of my loving family I am still here.

Mr. and Mrs. Oliver Haney

Clipped from Volume 55 of the Courtland Journal

Mr. and Mrs. O. M. Haney of Concordia, Kansas will celebrate their 50th Wedding Anniversary "Open House" Dec. 28, 1958 from 2 to 4 p. m. at their home, 1103 E. 7th Concordia.

Mr. Oliver Haney and Florence Humphrey were married at her parents home in Scandia, Kansas Dec. 22, 1908.

They lived near Courtland, Kansas for six years then moved to Canada for ten years.  In 1924 they moved to their present address in Concordia.

They have two sons, Clark, of Aurora, Colo., and Dean of Concordia.  They have four grandchildren.

Christine Shaffer Wedding

Chandler Girl Wed in Washington

Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Shaffer announce the marriage of their daughter Christine, to Mr. J. Marcellus Casey, son of  Mrs. Grace B. Casey, of Coffeyville, Kansas.  The ceremony occurred on April 29th in Columbus Heights Christian Church, Washington D. C., with the Rev. Harry L. Bell, officiating.

After a wedding trip to Fontana Dam, North Carolina, the couple will visit with Mrs. Casey's parents in Chandler, Oklahoma.  Later they plan to visit Mr. Casey's mother in Coffeyville, Kans., and relatives in Kansas City and Chicago.

The bride is a graduate of Chandler High School and Oklahoma A. & M. College at Stillwater, and is employed by the Bureau of the Census, Washington, D. C.

Mr. Casey is a graduate of Coffeyville Junior college, and attended Northeastern State College, Tahlequah, Oklahoma.  He is employed by the Federal Security Agency, Washington, D. C.

After June 1st. Mr. and Mrs. Casey will be at home at 514 Seward Square, S. E. Washington, D. C.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Shaver-Hanson Wedding Announcement

This clipping is dated Aug 10-1947, but no newspaper is identified:


Mr. and Mrs. John Shaver, announce the marriage of their daughter Lucine Violetta, to Mr. Russell A. Hanson, son of Mr. and Mrs. Magnus Hanson of Mankato.  The wedding took place at 4 o'clock Sunday afternoon at the first Baptist church.  The double ring ceremony was performed by the Rev. Dr. Layman S. Johnson before an alter banked with ferns and gladioli.  On either side stood tall candelabra and pedestal baskets of gladioli.  Before the ceremony Miss Grace Goodfellow at the organ played selections of nuptial music and she accompanied Mrs. Edgar M. Johnson of Courtland, sister of the bride, who sang "Because" and "At Dawning."  The candles were lighted by Miss Patricia Shaver of Enid, Okla., niece of the bride, who wore a blue formal gown of taffeta and net, and corsage of pink carnations and Miss Barbara Holbert who wore a formal of blue sheer with a corsage of pink carnations.  The bride was attended by Miss Helen Belle Holbert as maid of honor and by Miss Syrena Hanson, and Miss Lena Hanson of Mankato, sisters of the groom, as bridesmaids.  The groom was attended by his brother, Mr. Evan Hanson of Mankato as best man, and by the ushers Mr. Harold Shaver of Enid, Oklahoma, the bride's brother; Mr. Irwin Johnson of Courtland, and Mrs. Eldon H. Shaver, Enid Oklahoma, nephews of the bride and Mr. Wayne Hanson, of Mankato, nephew of the groom.  The ring bearer, Dennis Hanson of Mankato, nephew of the groom carried the rings on a white satin pillow edged in lace.  The flower girl Connie Carlson of Jamestown wore a floor length dress of pink sheer and carried a basket of garden flowers.  The bride, given in marriage by her father, wore a gown of white satin styled with princess lines, sweetheart neckline edged with pleated ruffle and leg-o-mutton sleeves pointed over the hand, and a court train.  The circular finger tip veil of net edged with lace, with face veil worn back over her shoulders, was held in place by a shining beaded coronet halo.  She wore a single strand of pearls, a gift of the groom.  She carried a shower bouquet of white glamellias and stephanotis with a touch of blue, and she carried a 55 year old handkerchief edged in lace, borrowed dainty pearl earrings, and wore a luck six-pence in her shoe.  Miss Helen Belle Holbert wore a formal pink sheer gown with off-the-shoulder neckline, with a matching shoulder veil, and carried a bouquet of yellow gladioli.  Miss Syrena Hanson wore a formal of nile green net and carried a bouquet of peach gladioli.  Miss Lena Hanson wore a gown of pink net and carried a pink and blue bouquet of gladioli.  Following the ceremony an informal reception was held in the church dining room.  The crocheted lace covered service table was centered with a three tiered wedding cake topped with a miniature bride and groom.  The bridal table covered with crocheted lace was centered with a bowl of pink and white garden flowers and tall white candles.  The hostess, Mrs. John Shaver cut the cake, assisted by Mrs. Edgar M. Johnson.  Mrs. Harold Shaver, Enid, Oklahoma and Mrs. Harry Hanson, Mankato poured coffee from silver service.  Others assisting at the reception were, Mrs. Carl M. Swenson, Miss Gerda Okerman, Mrs. Emil Swenson, Mrs. Maurice McDonald and Mrs. Mary Jewel Pae.  Mr. Hanson is a graduate of Mankato high school and enlisted in the army medical corps where he served for nearly five years, 18 months in the European theater.  Mrs. Hanson is a graduate of the Kackley high school and has been employed for the past two years as a book-keeper for the Ratts Electric Co.  After a short wedding trip Mr. and Mrs Hanson will be at home at Hays, where Mr. Hanson is attending college. The out of town guests were: Mr. and Mrs. Magnus Hanson, Mr. and Mrs. Ole Olson, Miss Syrena Hanson, Miss Lena Hanson, Mr. and Mrs. Harry Hanson, Mr. and Mrs. Evan Hanson, Mrs. L. S. Mohler, Mr. and Mrs. Casper Hanson, Mr. and Mrs. L. A. Smith, Mr. and Mrs Raymond McDill, Mr. and Mrs. Lester Hanson, Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Hanson, Mr and Mrs. J. C. Smith,  Mr. and Mrs. George Bechtels, Mr. Glenn Stephens, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Ramey, Mr. Orville Gunlicks. Mr. Halbart Wishart, Mr. and Mrs. John Thronsen, Mr. and Mrs.Ellery Vador, Mr. and Mrs. Frank Medlin, all of Mankato; Mr. Elmer Hanson, Wendell, Ida.; Mr. and Mrs. Henry Hanson, Denver; Mr. Grant Berry, Ionia; Mr. and Mrs. C. O. Menson, Mr. and Mrs. Richard Olson, Mr. and Mrs.Wilbur Johnson, Mr. and Mrs.Edgar M. Johnson, Mr. and Mrs. Leonard Haggman, Mr. and Mrs. Halsey Barber, all of Courtland; Mr. and Mrs. Dale Olson, Belleville; Mr. and Mrs. Tom Mohled, Bostwic, Neb.; Mr. and Mrs. George Self, Oak, Neb.; Mr. and Mrs. Miron Hunter, Randale Wash.; Mr. and Mrs. Ulric Mohler, Burr Oak; Mr. and Mrs. Jerry Conway, Ankeny, Ia.; Mr. and Mrs. Harold Hanson, Randall; Mr. and Mrs. Gordon Hibbs, Oswborne; Mr. and Mrs. Elmer Melby, Mr. and Mrs. Eldon Larson, Scandia; Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert Hanson, Randall; Mr and Mrs. Alvin Hanson, McPherson; Mr. and Mrs. Gunder R. Hanson, Richland, Wah.; Mrs. Mary Hanson, Randal, Mr. and Mrs.Dow Blair, Smith Center; Mr. and Mrs. J. D. Carney, Mrs Christine Johnson, Kackley

Another telling of the Cloud County raid of 1869

This clipping is from 1963, and includes the hand-written text: "Mrs. Rose Myrtle Shaffer Shaver Ezra Adkins was my Uncle and Hannah Adkins was my Grandmother".

Retells Grim Story of Slaying of Settler's Child by Indians in Sibley

Editor's Note: 
(Cloud countians will be interested in the following bit of early history of this area, told by Mrs. Martha E. Lambert of Hollywood, Calif. who is a cousin of the Jane Adkins mentioned in the true story.  Mrs. Lambert is 82.  She has written the story from historical records in her possession which tell of a raid by Cheyenne Indians in the Lake Sibley settlement in which a boy of the Adkins family was murdered.)


The sun shone with brassy brilliance on that fateful Wednesday, June 2, 1869.  Sunflowers along the Republican river drooped their yellow heads, dusty leaves flopping in the breeze like mop rags.  Farmers prayed for rain.  It was typhoid weather and many in the settlement were afflicted.  Anna Adkins was sick in bed and her brother Homer barely able to sit up.  The Sanders boy had been buried the day before, making four graves in the new cemetery.

Indians had been restless with skirmishes and raids through Nebraska and northwestern Kansas, but this little settlement of homesteaders had not been molested.

The Adkins family had been on their claim for two years.  The lure of 320 acres of FREE land (160 homestead and 160 timber file) in the young state of Kansas had been more than Homer Adkins could resist.  His wife, Hannah, hadn't been so enthusiastic.  From Hartford, Conn., Cloud County, Kansas seemed like the rim of Nowhere.  And with six children in a prairie schooner!  However, being the dutiful wife she'd argued but weakly, then planned carefully for the journey.

Hannah Adkins was not ignorant of the hardships ahead.  She'd read plenty about the rigors of the uncharted plains.  She knew about the thieves and cutthroats that infested Missouri ready to pounce on the unwary traveler, rob him of his team and leave him stranded without transportation.  She'd read about the Indians too.  The papers had been full of the story of Mary White who had been stolen, carried to the Red River country of Texas, and held prisoner for nine months until she was rescued by General George Custer.

All these things had been weighed carefully against a half section of land, in the Sunflower state.  The Adkins' claim was on the Republican river seven miles from Concordia.  Their first home was a dugout.  Hannah sewed for her family and the neighbors.  She canned fruit and vegetables.  Every available cent was carefully tucked away at the bottom of the trunk.  By 1869 she'd saved enough to send her daughter Jane to Agricultural college, at Manhattan.

Jasper, now a sturdy lad, had hired out as a farm hand for Mr. Himes.  On this tragic day he'd ridden home to visit his sick sister, Anna.

About 4:30 when Mrs. Adkins began preparing supper so that Jasper could eat with them, she discovered she was out of flour.  She called her eleven year old son, Ezra, and instructed him to take Jasper's horse and ride across the river to the Nils Nilsons' to borrow some.  She also told him to bring home the cows that were grazing among the sandhills a mile away.  Mrs. Adkins went down to the river to watch Ezra cross.  She was always fearful of the quicksand in the treacherous Republican.  In the valley across the river she saw some objects which she assumed were the cows.  She advised Ezra to go first to Mr. Nilson's, leave the sack for the flour then round up the cows and start them home.

Here is the story in part of a letter written by Hannah Adkins on June 13, 1869, to her daughter Jane in Manhattan).  

"Ezra went to Mr. Nilson's as directed, and then out among the sandhills after the cows.  He was not aware of any danger until he was surrounded by some forty to sixty Cheyennes.  Mr. Nilson could see him from his house about a quarter of a mile away.  The Indians chased him for half a mile on horseback, then Ezra jumped from the horse and ran a quarter of a mile.  Two Indians on foot ran after him and caught him.  Then an Indian road up on horseback and shot him in the face with a revolver.  Mr. Nilson said he dropped backwards, dead at the first shot, but the Indians kept on shooting.  One pierced his left eye and came out the back of his head.  The other bullet struck two inches above that tearing open the skull as as big as a man's thumb.  The Indians robbed him of the little coat you made for him.  His pants were so ragged they didn't want them.  While the Indians were killing Ezra and capturing his horse, the Nilsons made good their escape, keeping the sandhills between themselves and the Indians until they came to the woods.  They then came under cover of the woods until they got opposite our house where they waded the river.

"From our house we could see the Indians rob the Nilsons of their team and all their worldly goods.  After about an hour they set the house on fire and walked leisurely away.

"Jasper and Mr. Nilson went out after dark that night to bring our dear boy home.  We built a fire on the roof of the house so they could find their way back.  I prayed that Mr. Nilson was mistaken about Ezra being dead, but, alas it was true.  He was a mangled corpse, bespattered with blood and brains.  Mr. Dutton said he saw the Indians shoot at Ezra four times before he jumped from the horse.  The DuttonsNilsons left the settlement the next day.  Men came from the settlement with horses and wagons to take us out or help us.  Homer and Jasper were making a coffin.  We had to bury him that day because of the heat.

"There were only twenty-four at the funeral.  Men were afraid to bring their women  because of the Indians.  The funeral was conducted with more speed than solemnity.  I asked to have a prayer or a hymn, but they thought it wasn't best.

"There were forty military men at our house on Friday and Saturday.  They were called in such a hurry they came all unprepared, so our house was their headquarters, while they were roasting their coffee and enlisting men.  Lucy and I had to cook for them.  Captain Wintzel has been here today and says we will be protected.  Your father has gone with them this afternoon to find a place to station the military men.

"From your affectionate mother, H. R. Adkins."

Hannah Adkins never quite recovered from the shock of Ezra's tragic death.  At age fifty-eight she died in her sleep after having baked a cake for her youngest son's twenty-first birthday.

Leah Shaffer - 99 years old

Again, this clipping has no information as to newspaper or date.  Credit for the article is given to Mary S. Betz.

Enters Her 100
She is 99 But Keeps Home and Garden All by Herself

Glen Elder, Kan., Nov. 26.--(Special)--In a Cape Cod cottage set in a lawn that is a model of neatness in the community, with a wealth of flowers, lives a Kansas woman who is truly remarkable.  She lives alone, does nearly all her own housework and tending of her yard and garden, yet she was ninety-nine years old on November 19.

She has been "Aunt Leah" Shaffer to the Glen Elder community for more than half a century.

She was born in Maryland, but with her family went to Medway, Ohio, when two and a half years old.  In 1859 she married Lewis Shaffer, and in 1872 they were baptized into the Reformed Mennonite Church in a group of forty-eight young people, all of whom had gone to school to spelling, and singing schools together.

Noted for Hospitality
In 1879 Mr. and Mrs. Shaffer and their four children, Albert, David, Holingsworth and Sarah Margaret came to Kansas to live in the Naomi neighborhood south of Glen Elder.  Their home on the farm was noted for its hospitality, its lovely flowers, and the kind and neighborly ways of the Shaffers.

After the death of her husband, Mrs. Shaffer moved into town in 1915. Since then she has quilted more than a hundred quilts by hand, of the most beautiful and intricate designs.

A visitor to Aunt Leah Shaffer's is deeply impressed by her unusual vitality and youthfulness.  The little house is as neat and bright, rag rugs on the floors, many lovely old pieces of walnut and cherry furniture, some handmade.

Present 79 Years Ago
One of her treasures is a locket given her by Mr. Shaffer the year before their marriage in 1859, containing their pictures.  Another is the white common lace stockings worn with her wedding costume, that tied with strings below the knee.  These were worn, of course, before the date that the plain dress of the Mennonites sect was adopted for life.

Eats Five Times a Day
Her eyesight and hearing are exceptionally good, she eats five times a day, with meat and potatoes as three meals.  For breakfast she has fried "speck" (bacon), and fired potatoes, coffee and bread; for 9 o'clock lunch, a dish of rice.

"Just stay a while longer, and you can have dinner with me, I have my carrots cooking now," she says.

She never takes medicine of any kind, for she doesn't need it, yet has a "schoolgirl" complexion fresh and pink, that never has had powder used for it.  Stiffened fingers have made quilting impossible any more, but she does knitting, and hand sewing, and sews on a machine.

South windows hod shelves of blooming houseplants.  In the summer she trims her pink rambler roe hedge, digs bulbs and vegetables, spades the garden.  She also splits her own kindling, carries in wood, and goes up and down the cellar steps to tend the furnace.  With twinkling eyes, she protests, "But no one else could spade my garden good enough!"

Regularly to Church
She goes to church every other Sunday when services are held in the Naomi Mennonite Church in the country.

Two sons, David and Albert, now are dead, but Holly lives near her in Glen Elder, and her daughter, Mrs. Maggie Davis, of Hoxie, comes often to see her and was here last week in honor of her birthday, when a group of neighbors and friends of the Mennonite Church came with a basket dinner and spent the day with her.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Mr. and Mrs. John Swenson - Golden Anniversary

This clipping came from the Concordia Blade-Empire in 1958

MARRIED FIFTY YEARS--Mr. and Mrs. John Swenson of Concordia will observe the golden anniversary of their marriage on Sunday, January 26, with open house at their home, 320 East 14th Street.  They were married January 30, 1908.

Christine Fredrickson - 90 Years Old

This clipping came from the Concordia Blade-Empire, but has no date.

90 YEARS OLD--Mrs. Christine Fredrickson, pioneer of Cloud county contemplates her 90th birthday anniversary, which is May 4, with a smile that shows she enjoys the good life she has lived and is still living.  Deeply religious, she has raised a large family, still does handwork, enjoys reading and her radio.  All her children will be here Sunday for a big birthday party in honor of Mrs. Fredrickson.

Mr. and Mrs. August Larson - 60th Wedding Anniversary

This clipping is from the Concordia (Kan.) Blade-Empire, dated Tuesday, February 12, 1963.

 MARRIED 60 YEARS--Mr. and Mrs. August Larson, Well Known Cloud county residents, will observe their 60th wedding anniversary Sunday, Feb. 16.  They were married Feb. 18, 1903, at the home of Mrs. Larson's parents, Mr. and Mrs. P. P. Roswell.  The Larsons plan no special celebration of the anniversary but invite friends to call Sunday. 

Mr. and Mrs. Earl Shaver - 50th Anniversary

This clipping contains the notation; Grand Island, Nebr.  Jan 9, 1954.

Mr. and Mrs. E. C. Shaver's 50th Anniversary
                                                                                              . . . OPEN HOUSE HELD

Honoring Mr. and Mrs. E. C. Shaver, who were celebrating their golden wedding anniversary, open house was held Sunday afternoon at the home of their son and daughter-in-law.  Mr. and Mrs. William Shaver, 408 West 12th.  Seventy-five guests attended.

The Misses Jeanne Walker and Nancy Shaver assisted at the coffee table, Julianne Shaver had charge of the guest book and Shirley Howe was at the gift table.  All are granddaughters of Mr. and Mrs. Shaver.

Mr. and Mrs. Shaver were married in Colby, Kan., Jan. 9, 1904.  They are the parents of two sons, Carl, who died in Jan., 1943, and William of Grand Island.  There are two daughters, Mrs. Glen Howe, David city, and Mrs. C. R. Walker, Grand Island.

Guests were present from Omaha, Lincoln, Fort Riley, Kan., and David City.

Mr. and Mrs. Fred Larson - 60th Wedding Anniversary

This clipping contains notes indicating published by Concordia Blade-Empire in 1959


On Sunday afternoon, Feb. 15, Mr. and Mrs. Fred Larson of Concordia will observe their sixtieth wedding anniversary at the home of their son, Joe Larson and Mrs. Larson, 424 East 14th street, from 2 to 4 o'clock.

Mr. and Mrs. Larson were childhood sweethearts; both attended the Gotland school  They were married Feb. 16, 1899, at the home of her parents, the late Mr. and Mrs. Peter Benson near Concordia.  Mr. Larson is the son of the late Mr. and Mrs. John Larson.  They lived on a farm near Concordia until they retired in 1943 and moved to their present home, 309 East 13th street, Concordia.  His sister, Mrs. Ida Bramwell and his brother, August Larson, and Mr and Mrs. Ben Vincent were at the wedding in 1899 and will be at the 60th anniversary open house.

Their children, Mrs. Fred Holbert, Wilbur Larson and Joe Larson, all of Concordia and Howard Larson of Miltonvale, all plan to be with them on their anniversary.  Mr. and Mrs. Larson have eight grandchildren and eleven great grandchildren.

B. W. Vincent - 60th Anniversary

Notations on this clipping indicate it was published by the Concordia (Kan.) Blade-Empire in 1955.

WED SIXTY YEARS--Mr. and Mrs. B. W. Vincent of Concordia will observe the 60th anniversary of their marriage on Sunday, Jan 2.  The Vincents will be hosts at an open house from 2 to 5 p. m., on Sunday afternoon at their home at First and Spruce Streets.

Mrs. Jessie Medcalf - 89th Birthday

No date or attribution in this clipping (photo scanned from the clipping):

Daughter of Pioneer Kidnaped by Indians Has 89th Birthday

Mrs. Jessie Medcalf observed her 89th birthday at her home, 237 West 2nd street, Monday April 20, and will celebrate the big event with a family gathering on Sunday, April 26.

Mrs. Medcalf was born in a cabin on the shore of Lake Sibley April 20, 1875 the daughter of E. O. Brooks and Sarah C. White Brooks.  Her mother, Sarah White was captured by the Cheyenne Indians on Aug. 13, 1868 and held captive by the Indians for six months before being rescued by General Custer and his men.

Mrs. Medcalf said that her mother would never talk about the horrible "day the Indians came."  She said the event had been seven years before she was born but, Mrs. Medcalf said, "I must have been five years old before I heard about it."  She recalls that when she asked her mother if it was true her mother would reply that it was true but it was over and there were no more Indians.  Mrs. Medcalf recalls vividly the day her mother's words of comfort were proved wrong.  The family had to come to Concordia shopping and Mrs Medcalf said, "Mother had put blankets on the floor of the wagon for us (three children) to ride on.  She and Papa were riding on the seat up front."  As they rode along, she declared, a horseman came riding hard toward them and said that US soldiers had rounded up every Cheyenne Indian in the country and were moving them to a reservation.  Mrs. Medcalf said her mother turned pale as she whirled around on the wagon seat, ordered the children to sit close to the back of the seat with their hands in their laps.  They were told not to make a sound.  The mother pulled her bonnet down low over her face and the family continued their way to Concordia.  Mrs. Medcalf declares she was never so frightened in her life as they rode right through the Indian band.  She said she does not recall seeing any women or children but the Indian men on horses were so numerous they pushed against the wagon.

Mrs. Medcalf said that E. O. Brooks, the man who married Sarah White and is the father of Mrs. Medcalf, had been discharged from the army only a short time before and arrived at the scene where her grandfather, Ben White, was killed by the Cheyennes only a short time after Mr. White's death.  The White home was in shambles after the raid and there was none of the small amount of clothing and furniture left.  After the funeral Mrs. Medcalf said Mr. Brooks joined the search for the missing 16-year-old Sarah, and the men were able to follow the Indians to the banks of the Republican river where they met other settlers who had gone after the Cheyennes immediately following the massacre.  Sarah White was held captive by the Indians until the following March when she was rescued by G. Custer.

Mrs. Medcalf declared she heard the story time and again from her grandmother, Mrs. Ben White and from her uncles who were older and were with their father at the time of the Indian raid.  She said, "Grandma White, after the Indians had gone, carried her daughter, Jane White, who was then four years old, four miles to another pioneer home.  Those four miles were made barefooted and much of the way was through brush and over rough ground.  For many years, Mrs Medcalf said, strangers used to come to our house and asked mother if she knew them.  When she replied no they would insist they were members of Custer's party and had helped rescue her."  Mrs. Medcalf said she recalled her mother telling one fellow, "No, you're not one of Custer's scouts.  They were all older men and if you were a scout you'd be in a rockin' chair."

"You know my grandmother, Sarah White Brooks, taught school at the Wilcox school.  She won a scholarship at the age of 15.  She went to Shelsberg college in Racine, Wis." Mrs. Medcalf says with pride.

There's another thing that brings out a bit of pride in the pioneer woman.  She says she doesn't owe anyone a penny, and she still does her own work.  Last week she mixed and spread commercial fertilizer over her yard and planted grass seed in the bare spots.

Mrs. Medcalf and her son, Virgil live at the home here.  Her daughter, Mrs. Marshall Lee lives in Glasco and another son, Roscoe lives at Sacramento, Calif.  She had eight grandchildren, 11 great-grandchildren and seven great-great-grandchildren.  Her only living brother is Walter O. Brooks who lived on the "old home place" 77 years, but sold the hold home last summer and moved to Jamestown, and her only living sister, Mrs. Della M. Flitch is now 83, and living in Gardenia, Calif.

Cloud County Historical Society

Yet another clipping with no date or attribution:

Glimpses of History Given Concordia

Fifty people attended the postponed meeting of the Cloud County Historical society Thursday evening in the public meeting room at the courthouse and heard two interesting talks.

The first speaker of the evening was Mrs. Ross E. Weaver who said her grandparents came here when her mother was 14 years old.  Mrs. Weaver related her father, Thomas Wrong, was mayor and the first sidewalk other than those on Sixth Street, was one built to the family home on West Seventh street.  Mrs. Weaver said she was born in a house that stood where the present Baptist church now stands.  The speaker recalled many interesting and amusing events of her childhood; small boys gathering the towns peoples cows each morning and evening and bringing them to or from pastures near by; skating on Hinman's pond and picking daisies in the pastures that are now Elmhurst, the Country Club and Blossers; the lovely old cottonwood trees that were all along Sixth street; getting warmed at the light plant after skating on the on the river above the dam; horses to ride or drive to the bridge over the river on the old road between Concordia and Rice; the Fourth of July ride on the steamboat operating on the river and other reminiscences that brought back similar memories to the older folks in the group.

The second speaker was Steve White who told of the travels and adventures of his grandfather White who was born in Virginia in 1814 and killed by the Indians in Cloud county in 1868.  The speaker told of his pioneer ancestor's travels from Virginia, to Wisconsin and then to California by wagon to Sutters Mill and the gold rush, then went by boat to Panama and across to the east shore by mule.  Another boat took him across the Gulf of Mexico and up the Mississippi to his home.  Mr. White said his grandfather then went to Nebraska in 1865 and later came to Kansas where he met hid death by Indians while putting up hay along the Republican river.  It was during this raid that the speaker's aunt and a Mrs Morgan were taken prisoners by Indians and held for several months before being freed by militia.

A film "The 34th Star," was shown and gave some interesting pictures of historic, recreation, scenic and industrial phases of Kansas.  John Wright was projectionist

Robert Hanson, president of the society, presided at the meeting; Mrs. Sid Knapp read the minutes of the last meeting.  Joe Dutton introduced the speakers.  Mrs. Lee Stanford was in charge of the program.  Refreshments were served following the meeting.

Blogger's note: Steve White's kidnapped aunt would have been Sarah C. White


A receipt form the Cloud County Historical Society shows that Mrs. John Shaver donated to that organization:
  • Hand made gown made in 1869 bu Lucy E Adkins, mother of Mrs. John Shaver
  • Tatting made in 1869 by Lucy E Adkins, mother of Mrs. John Shaver
  • Baby Jacket handmade by Lucy E Adkins Shaffer in 1871
  • Child Panties made by Lucy E Adkins Shaffer in 1879
  • Photograph of interior of Charles Shaver barbershop in 1900.  (brother of John Shaver)

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Perry Shaffer - Venezuela in 1940

 The following very long article was part of a newspaper clipping, with the only identifying mark being "The Chandler Alumnus":

Take a Rocking Chair Trip Down South America Way

Perry Wayne Shaffer, '28, as far as we know, the only architect of C. H. S. Alumni, and a good one, too, is also a student of Noah Webster, as you shall see in the following story of Perry's in the South American wilds.  The letter is a geography lesson in itself and could be compared to some of the lyrical descriptions written by the late Theodore Roosevelt.  With Uncle Same becoming more and more isolated from war-torn Europe, the American people are turning of necessity to a study of our more peaceful neighbors "South of the Border".

     Standard Oil Co. of Venezuela, 
     District Engineering Department, 
     Caripito, Venezuela, April 22, 1940


Five months and one week ago I had my first view of Venezuela and the center of the Standard Oil of Venezuela's Eastern Venezuela Operations at Caripito.  I have felt particularly fortunate in having the introduction by air view as it gives a greater perspective of the country and the layout of operations.  Also, the air trip was gratifying from the standpoint of the wider views of the interesting points enroute, such as the little white houses and the cane fields of Puerto Rico and the interesting city of San Juan, the Island of Trinidad with its great Asphalt Lake, Orange Orchards, Cocoanut Groves, etc., and its very "English" city of Trinidad, with its famous Royal Botanical Gardens.  Also on the planes one meets the best informed, most pleasant and most interesting of the international travelers.  With two such men in particular I spent two most pleasant, interesting and instructive evenings.  One of the men was a doctor for the Rockefeller Institute, who is helping to spend the money I am helping to earn, the other, an agricultural machinery manufacturing company executive and incidentally a private pilot in a Canadian flying club.  Both had been all over North and South America by air. Travel by Pan-American Carribean Clipper is faster, more pleasant and more safe than boat travel.

As most of you may know, Venezuela is about the fartherest beyond of any country today as far as civilization, industry and education is concerned.  Only since the death of the tyrant Gomez in 1935 has it been under anything like a modern government.  While considerable progress has been made in the last five years, it has far to go to catch up with most modern countries.  Venezuela is a republic, made up of 23 states, including the federal district in which Caracas, the capitol, is located, and two territories.  The medium of exchange is the bolivar (pronounced almost like believer) which is a silver piece about the size of your quarter and worth 32 cents.  In Caripito you buy your stamps at a certain pharmacy, but you can mail your letters across the street at the mail station.  This is the case in most places in the republic, but a few modern mail boxes and post offices are appearing--signs of the new order.

In spite of all the things that Venezuela lacks she has some outstanding points-she is one of the few countries in the world today that is not in debt and yet has plenty of money to do with, and without levying of any property tax whatsoever.  This is because Venezuela holds third place in oil production, producing almost as much as the Union of Socialistic Soviet Republics--more commonly known as Russia, but only one-sixth as much as the Unites States. 

It is from this oil that the money comes for the ambitious public works program that is now under way.  It is the production of this oil that makes business in Eastern Venezuela because of the small businesses that are accessories to the activities of the various oil companies, the largest and most favored of which is the Standard Oil Co. of Venezuela, or to be short, S. O. V.   Division offices to care for the seven fields of Eastern Venezuela, warehouse facilities and oil shipping facilities for two of these fields are located here at Caripito.  At the wharfs down on the San Juan river yesterday I counted 17 floating craft.  From my office I can look over to the warehouse and yards were over four million dollars' worth of materials are kept stored and out to the tank farm where over one and one-fourth million barrels of crude and refined products await transfer to tankers.

Were it not for this oil business and the small commercial enterprises that are outgrowths of the oil business, Eastern Venezuela would be entirely what you find if you leave the S. O. V. camp here and go out into the jungle in any direction, just scattered small farms hacked out of the jungle, where dirty, ragged, improperly nourished peons tend small banana plantations and a limited number of other crops, such as melons, vanilla beans, corn, sugar cane, etc.  There are so many things which can be grown here that as far as food is concerned one could hardly picture anyone going hungry here.  Many of these "jungle children" are perfect examples of improper nourishment, rickets, worms, etc.  Yet they seem as happy as you and I, living in their dirty rags of clothing and in huts without walls and only "Moriche" palm leaves for roofs, dirt floor, and beds made of poles or little "Chinchorros"--rope hammocks strung up between poles.

There are, of course, a small percentage of Venezuelans who have benefited from good education, most of them having spent years in the states, others having studied hard here and having benefited from a more than average intelligence and ability, but many of the local workers, even office men, are very much like children in their behavior and thinking , liking to show off, thinking they are really very smart when they are really very ignorant--just as the native chauffeurs who are on top of the world if they have a big horn whether the car runs or not.  The thing is that many of these people are only from five to fifteen years inside of civilization, such a civilization as it has been--another generation will show a tremendous change, particularly with educational facilities available.

One of my first tasks was revisiting plans for an 8-classroom National School to care for some 400 Venezuelan boys and girls whose fathers are employees of the company.  This building, now nearing completion, is being built by S. O. V. for the government, the cost to be deducted from the company's taxes.  It will be the beginning of the first real education program by the government here.  The first steel highway bridge across the Rio Caripe here at Caripito will be completed in about two weeks--having been started since I came here.  This bridge will open up the new road to San Juan de Los Morros, where the government plans to build an extensive group of wharf and customs facilities.  At present all local have to get their shipments through the S. O. V. terminal wharf facilities.  This highway is only one of a number now under construction in Eastern Venezuela, by the ministry of public works using company facilities to a great extent.  At present S. O. V. communication is by radio and company planes.

Caripito village, with a population of about 3000, is dirty from head to foot--it would give the U. S. housing administration  something to really talk about in the line of need for slum-clearance.  All attempts at water supply, sanitation and improvement are the voluntary efforts of the company done in the interest of their employees and promotion of "good-will".

"El Porvenir" (the Future) is the Venezuelan labor camp built by the company.  It has houses for 300 families in the upper labor brackets and office clerical brackets.  The houses are very simple, but fireproof, of masonry construction with sinks, closets and showers, and for the natives are a grand introduction to modern living.  However, you can give the native a bathroom, but you can't make him use it as much as he should.  The cleanest of the common people are far from spick and span.

The upper bracket Venezuelan office workers live in the American camp through not in the same houses with the Americans.  The American camp has over 100 family houses and dormitories for over 200 bachelors.  I am a typical example of the "bachelor" class so I will tel you how I am housed.  i live in a nice bungalow which has a large living room, four bedrooms (designed for one man each) with connecting baths between two bedrooms, but private lavatories.  The house has an electric refrigerator.  The windows are not glazed but screened, it being summer the whole year around, there is no need of glass--just wide eaves to protect from the heavy rains.  (Year before last the rainfall was 105 inches I understand--which is considerable when there are two dry seasons).  The camp is on a high plateau (once covered with jungle), has excellent drainage, good housing, excellent, a good swimming pool tennis courts, club house, and one of the most expensive golf courses in the work, having been hacked from the dense jungle.  There are beautiful views in almost every direction, one of the best of which I enjoy from my window, sitting here at my desk I look out over a winding road which runs almost below my house, out across a beautiful jungle covered valley to beautiful misty blue and purple mountains, beyond which always present an enchanting view of change of hazy mystery that let's a fellow's mind get away from the little things of life.  The whole camp is enclosed by a cyclone fence, constructed in 1935 when the death of the tyrant Gomez caused fear of a revolution and the calling in of all men from the outlying districts.  Fortunately nothing happened, but the cyclone fence was constructed for future protection.

In the early part of my story the picture was not so pretty, but now let me tell you about the country.  In the first place the climate is the regular tropical variety with summer the whole year round--seldom as hot as the extremes in Oklahoma and Texas and always with cool nights that are perfect for sleeping.  Right now we are nearing the end of the main dry season.  The rainy and dry seasons seem to be pretty indefinite, the weather itself does not seem to be sure just when it should rain and when not.  During the rainy season it rains every hour or two if not oftener, often very sudden and hard and sometimes all night.  It rained hard all night last night, the first real rain we have had for three months--heavy showers now and then in the dry season.

The rains are responsible for the beautiful trees and foliage.  Practically anything will grow.  On many hikes into the jungle which stretches away into the distance on every hand we see many interesting sights.  Immensely tall trees with the foliage high at the top.  Almost every tree is covered with beautiful large blooms at some time during the year, a mass of yellow or purple or orange or red.  Also many of the trees bear fruit or nuts or both as does the Cashew tree just outside my window.  During the past two years there have been beautiful displays of Venezuelan orchids at the International Flower Show in Houston.  Up in the mountains near here one can see $50,000 worth of orchids in five minutes--that is they would be worth that much in a flower shop in the U. S.  In our ramblings we have seen banana plantations, orange trees, cocoanut trees, cocoa trees, coffee trees, sugar cane, chestnut trees, vanilla beans (from which pure vanilla extra comes) coloring fruits and pods, papaya trees, yucca plants from the roots of which the natives make a flour for a kind of corn bread.  Besides all of these topical species we find corn, tomatoes, pumpkin, watermelons, and many other things more familiar growing on the small farms you find hacked out of the jungle round about,

A week or two ago, after winding for two or three miles down a narrow winding path from one to another of these rude native palm-thatched huts we came to a delightful secluded little cottage with a beautiful sweet smelling  flowering vine with gourds on it hanging from a trellis over the door and I was reminded of some lines from "At the Tomb of Napoleon" by that old infidel, Robert G. Ingersol, in which he said (standing by Napoleon's Tomb) "And I thought of alll the tears that had been shed for his glory and I said I would rather have been a poor French peasant and worn wooden shoes and lived in a thatched cottage with vines growing over the door and gone down to the tongueless silence of the dreamless dust than to have been that impersonation of force and murder known as Napoleon the Great".  How applicable in these days of Hitler, Stalin and Mussolini.  Well, this little cottage was larger than most of them and had a porch along one side which looked out on a tranquil little brook full of tiny fish and with a rude little wooden footbridge across it and fruit trees on the other side and various and sundry kinds of fruits, nuts, cane, etc, all round--but you cannot reach the place by automobile.

The tranquility of existence, the grandeur of the jungle, the beauty of the flowering trees, shrubs and plants, the copiousness of nature's  provisions for sustenance, the beauty of the exquisite dawns and sunsets, the moonlight on the white roads and great white trunked trees with their high foliage distinctly interesting for their perfect symmetrical balance--nature in all its grandeur--these are some of the things that give the tropics an irresistible charm.

One Sunday afternoon, deep in the jungle, I stood still in the path--looked straight up over my head and saw two little "Monos" or Red Howler monkeys, pass one right after the other, jumping from the top branches of one tree to the top branches of the next.  Altogether that afternoon we saw around a dozen of these little monkeys.  And it must be Tarzan's jungle because it is full of vines for him to swing about upon.

S. O. V. is doing a great deal for Venezuela--their attitude is that this is the land of the Venezuelans, it is their oil, S. O. V. is handling it for them--they are making every effort to use Venezuelans in every job in which it is possible and to train them for more and more important positions in the company.  Of necessity the most important and technical positions are still held by Americans, but the number of these is gradually diminished--we are the "Vanishing Americans"--they are sorta "giving it back to the Indians".

Venezuela is a rich country--I am convinced that the oil so far found in Eastern Venezuela is only a small part of the actual potential resources.  Also down in the Amazonas country where the uncivilized Indians are, there are rich gold deposits and the Bethlehem Steel Corp., is in the process of developing a great coal field, down on the Orinoco, which, by the way, is the third largest river in South America and is about comparable with the Mississippi.

On a four-day holiday Easter I had a grand trip down the Ciudad Bolivar on the Orinoco.  C. B. is the third largest city in Venezuela, although it has a population of only 30,000.  It is most a interesting old Spanish town, very quaint and just now beginning to awake to modern life.  This is the headquarters of the Orinoco River Mission, which has some twenty-five American missionaries here in Eastern Venezuela, some 16 of whom I am happy to now number among my personal friends.

I have told you only about Eastern Venezuela--Western Venezuela is much more advanced in every way and I am hoping to visit Caracas and other points about a year from now, during my short leave.
Perry Wayne Shaffer.

David Shaffer

These clippings do not identify the newspaper, but include the hand-written notation: "Out of Grandma's Shaffers scrap book who died in 1912.

David Shaffer, Born Oct. 6, 1821---Died March, 12, 1901

The deceased was born in Pennsylvania and died in Vining, Washington county, Kan., aged 79 years 5 months and 6 days

He lived in his native state until 1858, having united with the Methodist church at about the age of 16.  In 1842 he was joined in marriage to Miss Sarah A. Wykoff.  In 1858 he with his family located to Illinois.  In 1865 they moved to Kansas and settled in Clay county, having located in our city in Washington county about fourteen years ago.

Mr. Shaffer was a pioneer Methodist preacher and evangelist, having devoted his best life's work to that cause in early states and territories from Pennsylvania to Oregon.  The deceased was a true Christian and devoted to the Christ work.  He leaves a wife and seven children to mourn his loss, five boys and two girls.

His remains were interred in the Vining cemetary, Rev J. E. White of the Vining Christian church officiating.  The services were held in the Vining church at 2 pm Wednesday, March 13, 1901
Was a Resident of Clay County More Than Thirty-five Years--Typical Pioneer.
I have been requested to express the heartfelt thanks of the family for the many kindnesses received during the last illness of David Shaffer, who died at Fining, Kan., March 12, in the eightieth year of his age.

His early manhood was passed in Potter county, Pa.  When about thirty-seven years old he, with his young family , moved to Knox county, Ill., where he lived about seven years.

He came to Clay county, Kansas, in the fall of 1865 and took a homestead three miles northwest of Clay Center, which then consisted of a sod house, a log house and a small frame house.  Mr. Shaffer had been a citizen of this county more than thirty-five years.  The old settlers knew him as a straight-forward, honest, sincere Christian man.  He was a local preacher of the Methodist church.  He always regretted his lack of education, as he wished to give his life wholly to the ministry.  He had an active, logical mind, was a great debater, was well read in the Bible and he was able to discuss intelligently most public and religious questions.  He was a Christian of the old school, who accepted the gospel with all his heart.  An old-fashioned camp meeting was to him like the gates of Paradise.

The old settlers are passing away.  It was our privilege to become acquainted with many of them nearly a quarter of a century ago.  We have seen wonderful exhibitions of manly Christian character in the old Kansas pioneers.  We recall the names of Mr. Chester, Mr. Quinby, Mr. Shaffer, Dr. Warren, Thomas Mullis, Mrs. Vinzant, Mrs. Schinberger, Mrs. Miller and others living and dead, whose influence for good will be felt for generations to come.  They have given us examples of plain, practical Christian living, which does more to illumine, expound and give credit to the Bible than all the scholars of the world with their hair-splitting learning and their theories tinged with unbelief.

And now, Father Shaffer, we shall meet you no more in our earthly pilgrimage, but we shall always remember you and we hope to meet you again.  We often talked over the unsolved mysteries of the future life.  We then saw as "in a glass, darkly,' but with you it is "face to face."  How happy you must be singing and rejoicing in the great company of saints and worthies gone before.

We ought not weep and put on mourning for those who always do right and live pure and spotless lives.  What evil can befall them, even though they die?  Rather let us wear bright apparel, sing songs and solemnly rejoice at the thought of Christian victory and happy death.  There is no dark river; there is light in the valley and the gloom is breaking away.  And now, dearest brother, farewell, till we meet again in the morning.  As Elisha said: "My father, my father, the chariot of Israel and the horsemen thereof."
N. H. Dimon, Jr.

Daniel McIntosh

Another clipping with no notation as to date or newspaper.

Daniel McIntosh at Rest

Daniel McIntosh was born at Prescott, Granville county, Ontario, July 13, 1847.  When a young man he followed the lakes and rivers of the north for a few years.  In 1870 he emigrated to Kansas and settled on a homestead in Washington county.

He was married to Miss Lizzie Shaffer and he united with the M. E. church in 1888.

In 1898 he moved with his family to Clay county since which time they have been identified with the Idana presbyterian church.  In the short time that Brother McIntosh has resided in the neighborhood he has made many warm friends.  The power of his christianity was felt in his daily life as he came in contact with mankind.  As long as he was able he filled the place of many an absent teacher in the Sabbath school.  We shall miss him, but our loss is his gain.

Patient in suffering he proved the truth "that God's grace was sufficient" for even that time of trial, and entered into rest October 3, 1900, leaving abundant evidence of a "triumphant entrance."

His lonely wife, four sons and one daughter remain with us.  He had four brothers and four sisters, one brother, Simon, of Washington county, was with him during the last few days of his suffering.

The kindness of friends and their attention to the suffering one, are gratefully remembered by the family.

Clementine Creager Haggman

This obituary contains no notation as to newspaper or date.

Mrs Charles Haggman Dies; Was Wife of Pioneer Scandia Doctor

Mrs. Charles V. Haggman, wife of Scandia's pioneer doctor of Scandia, died last evening at the St. Joseph's hospital after a long illness.

Mrs. Haggman was born Clementine Creager, in Grandhaven, Mich., on Feb. 12, 1877, and was 77 years of age at the time of her death.  She was married to Dr. Charles V. Haggman in 1910.

Dr. Haggman retired from practice about two years ago after practicing in Scandia more than fifty years.  Shortly after his retirement he and Mrs. Haggman moved to Tennessee to be near their daughter, Mrs. Hubert W. Dungan.

Mrs. Haggman is survived by her husband; two children, Phil Haggman of Denver, Colo., and Ruth, Mrs. Hubert W. Dungan of Kingsport, Tenn.; a brother, Marvin H. Creager of Milwaukee, Wis., a half brother, Sid Creager of Los Angeles, Calif., and three grandsons.

Funeral arrangements are incomplete.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Cloud County Indian Raid - as told by James Nelson

This typed letter provides more detail than in the news reports about Ezra Camp Adkins

     This is an account of the Cheyenne Indian Raid in Cloud County, Kansas, which occurred on June 2, 1869, in which the Adkins boy was killed near the place where the Missouri Pacific railroad (Presser Ranch) now crosses the Republican River and about two miles north of Yuma, Kansas.
     This account is given by James Nelson at the urgent request of friends that the incidents of this raid be preserved for future time.
     James Nelson, at this time, being one of the few living survivors.
     This account was written September 2, 1934 by James Nelson.

     My father was emigrant agent for the Scandinavian Colonization Company and living in Chicago, Illinois; the members drew lots to divide out the land.  The land which he drew in 1868 and took out homestead papers in Junction City was N. W. ¼ Sec. I3-R.4 W-T 5S and is about two miles north of Yuma.  He had not seen the land until some of the family had moved to it.
     He sent my brother, Nels, and myself out to Kansas in March 1869 to work the farm and get it ready for the family to live on it.  We came in a covered wagon from Kansas City, Mo.  We liked the looks of the land and the location and were kept busy doing the necessary work on the farm.
     The neighbors told us about the Indian raids and depredations, but had not seen any Indians for some time.  In the meantime, my father, sister-in-law, Christine, and her one-year old baby boy joined us.  We had erected a small frame building to serve as a dwelling house.
     The second day of June, 1869, shortly before night, while Nels and I were breaking sod north and south on an eighty rod stretch and about forty rods from the house, and just as we were ready to start south, the Adkins boy rode up on a pony which his brother-in-law had borrowed from a neighbor.  The boy was about 11 years old and the son of our neighbor living to the north across the river.  He talked with us for a few minutes and rode on west about half a mile to get the Adkins cows that were grazing at the place.  Just as we were at the south end of the field and were turning around, we saw the Indians coming on their horses.  When they had covered about half the distance toward us, they discovered that Adkins boy and all of the Indians, but one, went after him.  This one Indian kept coming toward us.  I started to run toward the house.  Nels stayed with the team of horses.  The Indian undertook to cut me off from the house.  He had a spear in his left hand which he changed to his right hand and was constantly getting closer.  I kept a large revolver strapped to my belt as a part of my regular equipment; as I drew my revolver to shoot, the Indian swung to the far side of the horse and rode away to join the others.  They killed the Adkins boy, taking the pony, also the mules and horse which we had.  Nels and I made our way to the house and told the folks what had happened.  We decided to hide out as the best way to safety.  My father was an old man and quite crippled.  Father, Christine and baby went first.  Nels and I followed to protect them as best we could.  After the Indians had rounded up the pony, mules and horse, they came to the house and circled it a number of times, shooting into it as they went around to see whether or not it was occupied.  Finding it empty, they went in an helped themselves to whatever they could and wanted.
     We went to the Adkins place across the river, having to wade in the water.  As I was making my way across the river, I discovered Christine with her baby in her arms, afraid to wade further.  I put my guns down and waded out to her, taking the baby and leading the way across.  She placed her hand on my shoulder.  When we told the Adkins family that the boy had been killed by the Indians, they began to cry and scream and wish they had never come to Kansas.
     Not knowing the number of Indians that might be in the country, we waited until after dark to search for the body.  Nels and Adkins' son-in-law (Jap Scrivner) made the search.  It was about six miles coming and going to where they expected to find the boy.  Not having any roads, they were afraid they might have difficulty in finding their way back.  So we built a fire on the roof of the dugout to aid them in searching and finding their way back.  When they came back with the body of the boy there was further crying and screaming.  During the excitement we forgot about the fire on the roof.  It began to burn in the roof, so we had another scare thinking the Indians might have returned again.   When we saw what the trouble really was and became composed, we soon had the fire out.  It did very little damage.  When they buried the Adkins boy, they tore off boards from the buildings and constructed a coffin.  Some black calico and tacks were bought from town and the coffin covered with the black cloth.  When the procession started for the grave, every woman carried a gun.  There was not a flower offered up but many tears were shed.
     The next day after the raid, some of the neighbors came along with us to see our own home and to learn what damage had been done by the Indians.  It certainly was a sorry sight for us to see our things destroyed.  We had good feather ticks brought with us from our native land of Denmark.  The feathers had been emptied out and the ticks taken.  Our clothing and the washing done that day were all gone.  Corn for which we had paid a dollar and a half a bushel had been emptied out of sacks and the sacks taken.  In walking over the ground, I discovered where the Indians had emptied a hand bag of Father's in which kept some paper and some money among those papers.  There was an envelope containing 175 dollars, all of the money that Father had at that time.  We were certainly fortunate to find this as we were thus able to buy much needed clothing and provisions.  Father decided to go back to Chicago for a time and earn some money to enable the family to live.  I had a brother living near Topeka, Kansas, so decided to go to him and see if I could get some work to do.  Father and I had a chance to ride to Junction City, Kansas, with a man who had a team.  Junction City was the nearest railroad point at that time.
     As we were drawing near Clay Center we met the United States Cavalry from Ft. Riley on their way to Lake Sibley to look after the Indians.  On June 3, 1869, the day following the raid on us, the Indians made a raid on Scandia and killed a boy named Grandstead, also took a bunch of horses.  The Cavalry went up to Scandia and stayed the rest of the summer.  There was no further trouble with the Indians.
     I stayed in Topeka until the following winter when I returned to Cloud County and have lived in Cloud and Republic Counties since that time.  My father, the late Reverend Niels Nielson Sr., returned to Kansas in the spring of 1870 and in 1877 organized and founded the Saron Baptist Church which is 3 ½ miles n.e. of Jamestown, Kansas.  This is one of the few landmarks of pioneer days that still remain.
     Shortly after the Indian raid we put in a claim for $1400.00 for damage done by the Indians.  The Government told us we would have to name the tribe of Indians that did the damage; we called them Cheyennes.  47 years later the Government settled the claim for $800.00 without interest and called the Indians "Cheyennes" at that time.
James Nelson

News from the Concordia Courthouse - 1956

The clipping includes the printed information: "Concordia (Kan.) Blade-Empire Monday, July 30, 1956"

News from the Courthouse

Marriage license was issued today to Larry Daniel Gilliland, 17, and Eletha Elaine Huffman, 17, both of Concordia.

Delphin Friesen appeared Saturday in county court and abated bad check charges by making good a check in the amount of $10.60 he had passed to Liedtke's "66" Service Station.  He also made good a $20 lodging bill at the Baron's House.  Friesen paid $8.90 costs on each action.

Undersheriff Marvin Stortz and Harold Alkire, Jr., assistant city police chief, have returned to Concordia from Lawrence where they spent last week attending the Kansas Peace Officers' School.

Suit has been filed in district court by George O. Dutton against Hannah Adkins and others to quiet title to Government lots 4 and 7, except for the south seven acres in Lot 7 in the Southwest quarter of Section 11 in Township 5, Range 4 West.

James A. Shaffer

This clipping is dated Jan. 15, 1906, but no newspaper name identified.

Ninetieth Birthday Anniversary

A delightful little party of relatives met on Thursday last at the residence of James A. Shaffer, one and one half miles west of Sinnamahoning, to celebrate the ninetieth birthday of James Shaffer, the oldest citizen now living in the vicinity.

Through the kindness of James N. Fouts, train dispatcher, of Renovo, the 10 a. m.., mail and the 4 p. m., train, stopped at the house to enable those who attended easy means of transit.

Those present were: Mrs. Margaret Fulton; Mr. and Mrs. George B. Barclay, Mrs. Israel Bailey,Mrs. Arvilla Council, Mrs. Jos. M. Shaffer, Mrs. Martha Robinson, Mr. Josiah Berfield, Mr. George Shaffer, Mrs. John Shirk, Mrs. Joseph Strayer, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Shaffer, Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Shaffer, from Sinnamahoning; and Mrs. Robert Gibson, Mrs. Lulu Williams and the Misses Francelia and Nellie Huntley, of Driftwood.

The guests brought many useful and valuable presents for "Uncle Jim," among which was a beautiful house coat from Mrs. George and Mrs. Charles Barclay.  The guests were entertained by singing by Miss Franceia Huntley, accompanied by her sister Nellie.  The Holy City and many other beautiful and appropriate songs were rendered, and by request "Uncle Jim" sang "When I Can Read My Title Clear."  Notwithstanding his ninety years, his voice is clear and strong.

The dinner consisted of chicken, stuffed spare ribs, potatoes, salad, beans, bread, rolls, coffee cake, orange cake, cocoanut cake delicate cake, mince pie, pumpkin pie, cranberry sauce, peach sauce, apples, tea and coffee.

Mr. James Shaffer is the fifth son of James and Margaret Shaffer, the oldest settlers of this vicinity, and is one of a family of fifteen children, all of whom lived to marry.  There are now but two living.  Mrs. Dr. French and Uncle Jim.

Jan. 15, 1906

Edna May Shaver Bagwell

This clipping has no indication of newspaper name or date:

Edna May Bagwell

Edna May, eldest daughter of William H. and Margaret Burandt Shaver, was born in Scandia, Kan., April 14, 1890.  She passed away in California January 13, 1954.

When she was two years old, the family moved to Kansas City for a short while and then back to Belleville where Edna attended school and grew to womanhood.

She was married March 18, 1907, to Charles C. Bagwell and to this union, four children were born.  One boy, Virgil, passed away in infancy.

In 1914, they moved to California and she lived there until her death.

Edna was a wonderful mother, daughter, and sister, always happy and so proud of her family.  Her passing brought the first death in a family of ten brothers and sisters.  Her husband, Charles, passed away in June, 1937, and her father in March, 1938.

In passing, she leaves to mourn her three children, Margaret Leone Dearborn of Emmett, Idaho, Rosamond Arelia Mates and Paul Alden Bagwell of Lone Pine, Cal.; her mother, Mrs. Margaret Shaver of Belleville; three brothers, Earl C. Shaver of Lincoln, Neb., Ernest E. Shaver of Morenci, Ariz., William E. Shaver of Beatrice, Neb.; six sisters, Elda Rhoades of Boulder City, Nev., Ethel Hill of Dallas, Tex., Helen Sweet and Lillian McFarland of Detroit, Mich., Della Walker of Wichita, and Elizabeth Rashleigh of Little River; seven grandchildren, aunts, uncles and many other relatives and friends.

She was loved by all who knew her for her kindness and thoughtfulness and will be greatly missed.

Funeral services and burial were held January 15 in Lone Pine, Ca;.

Lydia Butler Adkins Wilson

This obituary has no indication as to the newspaper name or date.  Only the hand-written note "Mother Cousin Lyda"...also a couple of dates are marked-through, but we are transcribing the text as published.

The funeral services of Mrs. Lydia B. Wilson were held at the home of the family, Saturday, April 16, at 10:30 o'clock, Rev. Wm. Wallace officiating.  Mrs. Wilson was born in Plymouth, Lynchfield Co., Conn., June 30th, 1820, and in 1854 she came with her parents to Peoria Co.  Later she married Mr. George F. H. Wilson, and removed with him to Cambridge in 1850.  Old settlers remember him as prominent in political affairs of the county in early days, for a time filling the office of sheriff.  Mrs. Wilson has been a widow since 1884.  Being a professing christian from her childhood she has ever adorned her profession by a humble patient christian walk.  There were present at the funeral her sister and husband, Mr. and Mrs. Phelps of Plymouth, Ill.; her daughter, Mrs. L. H. Remsberg, of Lake City, Iowa; her son, Edwin G. Wilson; and daughter, Mrs Julia Kemerling, of Cambridge; her son, Norman D. Wilson, of Coon Rapids, Iowa, and daughter; Mrs. Emma J. Austin being unable to be present.  Mrs. Wilson is one of the last representatives of the pioneer generation which is fast passing away, and future generations will rise to do them honor of which we have been too sparing-for our debt to them for the blessings of christian country can not be over estimated.  The good that they have done will live after them.  "Yea, saith the spirit, they shall rest from their labors, but their works shall follow them."

Charles Newton Shaver

This clipping has no date, and retains only a portion of the of the newspaper's title: "GOLD HIL"...evidently the "Gold Hill News".

Death Calls a Prominent Citizen
Charles Newton Shaver is dead.  Gold Hill has lost one of its most valued citizens and politicians.  Coming with the grim reaper, death, sorrow and regret keener than has been felt in Gold Hill for many years stepped here and cast a cloud of gloom over the entire community.  Charley (as he was fondly called) was holding four political and civic offices when he passed.  Councilman, Director on the school board, Sunday School Superintendent at the M. E. Church and a Trustee on the Library Board.  He has won for himself, in the hearts of the populace here, a place that cannot be filled by an other living soul.  He had no personal enemies except death who wins always in the end.

Charles Newton Shaver was born at Maysville, Missouri January 5, 1870 where he lived with his parents ten years moving to Concordia, Kansas in 18??.  He was united with the present Mrs. Shaver at Scandia, Kansas August 24, 1893 returning to Concordia with his bride where September 1903 they were blessed with the arrival of their oldest son Clarence.  In April 1905 they were blessed again by the arrival of another son, Claudie.  In 1906 Chas Shaver and family moved to Santa Monica, Calif., and in 1908 again moved to Redland, Calif., where they remained only one year when the moved to Ashland, Oregon, in 1909.  In 191? the family moved to Gold Hill where they have made their home ever since.  Here in 1912 their third son, Woodrow was born and named after Wilson.  A couple of years past Chas Shaver bought the Olsen bungalo and remodeled it for his permanent home and made a beautiful property of the residence.

Mr. Shaver has been in the barber business practically all his life and operated a shop here ever since coming to this place.  His trade was extensive.  His business is being continued by his sons and his brother Tom who has made his home here for several years and who is well acquainted with the business.  About a month past Chas. Shaver was confined to his bed with a sickness that at the time puzzled the doctors to correctly diagnose, was was not thought serious until he had been sick almost a week when consultation that there would be a fight to save him.  Miss Mary Newton a trained nurse was employed and gave the sick man her constant attention, holding him alive by care more than medicine could.  He practically lived on stimulants until the crisis October 25th when his fever broke and his heart action remained fast and strained.  At two in the morning of October 25 he was sleeping quietly but at three he called the nurse who found him failing and the doctor was called.  He never rallied but sunk steadily until at about 6:20 he ceased to be a member of earthly society but had passed on to his reward.

The Pearl Undertaking parlors were employed and the body was taken to Medford for embalming and preparation for the last rites on earth.  On Friday October 27 all that remained of Charles Shaver was laid in state at the home at 10:30 where it remained until 1:30 p.m. when the Odd Fellows, of whose lodge he recently became a member led the procession from the house to the M. E. Church where Rev. J. R. Sasnett, of the M. E. Church at Medford conducted a very impressive service.  The Odd Fellows took charge of the service at the church door and conducted the body to its last resting place ad after a benediction by Rev. Sasnett, the clods played their doleful song and all was finished--Dust to dust.

BE IT KNOWN, that at a meeting of the Board of Directors of School District No. 57, Jackson County Oregon, held at the School Building in said District, at eight o;clock P. M. on the 30th day of October, at which time and place there were present, Silas Fleming, chairman of the Board of Directors, W. H. Miller a Director and Katherine J. Kellogg, Clerk of said Board and it being known that C. N. Shaver, the other of said Board of Directors, had died since the last meeting thereof, the following resolution was presented and duly adopted and directed to be spread on the minutes, to wit:

WHEREAS, since the last meeting of the Board, our esteemed co-member, Charles N. Shaver, has passed to the great beyond, and 

WHEREAS, the death of our co-worker has left a vacancy in this Board and sorrow in the hearts of his many friends, and said bereavement in the family of which he was the bread winner and support; NOW THEREFORE BE IT

RESOLVED, That in the decease of Charles N. Shaver, this District has lost an officer of merit and the community a worthy and highly esteemed citizen; that the heartfelt sympathy of all goes out to the bereaved ones for whom this Board expresses its deep condolence.

RESOLVED, That a copy of this resolution be furnished to his family and published in the Gold Hill News.
President of the Board