Wind River Mountaineer no. 47
September 23, 1909
Page 1
Gone To His Rest
Again has Father Time invaded our little city and with his scythe cut off the little thread of life of one of our loyal citizens. Thus, are called one by one the brave men who left civilization and all the comforts which that insures in order to blazen a trail across the Great American desert into the very heart of the mighty Rockies and there undergo all the hardships of pioneer life, that we who follow after them may enjoy the fruits of their labor.
On August 21, 1857, in the little city of Oneida, New York, was born a boy who was destined to become one of the leading spirits in all public enterprises of the town of Lander, Wyo. That boy was J. H. Sheehan. Ambitious as perhaps was the boy, he little dreamed that some day he would be the leading citizen of a progressive western town. Little could he realize that no movement could be inaugurated but what his opinion would be considered and that his views and his ideas would usually carry enough weight to either end the movement or carry it to a successful end.
His boyhood was nothing different from the lot of the boys in those days. Hard work and little schooling was part of his share. Ambitious and eager to accomplish things were early manifested in the lad but the loss of his mother in his youthful days and the greater hardship developed upon him, the oldest boy, cut shorter his school days and also ended his greatest ambition which was that of becoming a lawyer.
Yet he struggled on and in early manhood, the call of the west was too strong and in the early 80's found him in Leadville, Colorado, where he spent several years to get used to the ways of the west and then drifted into Denver, where he met, wooed and married Miss Ellen McMahon in 1884.
In the fall of 1885, Mr. Sheehan in company with his brother-in-law, Tom McMahon, drove overland in a one-horse cart from Denver to Lander, arriving in Lander in November and from that time on has been a part of the growth of this town and while his success has been great no one must consider that it came through the fickle jade, luck. Those who remember when he first built and kept the Brookside hotel can well vouch for the truth that he and his wife did work. Little do the people of the present time realize what work they did do, what hardships they encountered and what sufferings they endured.
In 1891 Mr. Sheehan built the Fremont hotel, a two-story brick building, on the present site. The building then was much better than the town would warrant but his motto was always to be a little ahead of the procession and he was willing to take a chance on Lander always. In 1905 he put on two more stories which makes the largest and one of the best hotels in the state.
During his twenty-four years residence in this city Mr. Sheehan never accepted political honors, much to the regret of his friends in both parties, although the citizens of the town did force him to serve as their mayor but outside of this he held no office and while the people could not give him their vote they gave him instead that which is far better, their friendship and esteem.
His last sickness was short and no one expected the end. Not until four o'clock of the afternoon was any one aware of his dangerous illness. From that hour he sank slowly. Surrounded by his wife, his brothers and relatives, he passed into that Great beyond.
The funeral services were held Sept. 21 at 2:30. The Fremont Hose company which Mr. Sheehan had organized, turned out in uniforms and took charge. The band, which he had always loyally supported, played a dirge while the casket was borne to the church. The Women of Woodcraft were drawn up in double file in honor of Mrs. Sheehan.
At the church the simple rites of the Catholic church were performed by the Rev. Fr. Lynch who, in beautiful words, paid a most touching and glowing tribute to the memory of the departed.
After the services the procession wended its way to the last resting place, where, it had been his wish to sleep near the city which he loved so well.
It was one of the largest funerals ever held in Lander. By special proclamation of the mayor all business houses were closed from 2 o'clock until 4:30 and all who possibly could followed their friend on his last trip.
While it must be regretted that so good and noble a man is called hence when he just in the prime of his life,just when so situated that a larger amount of good could be accomplished yet he did more in the fifty odd years than many could do in twice fifty odd years than many do in seventy years, than many could do in twice fifty, and let not his widow, his relatives and his friends forget that Mr. Sheehan's workon earth was done, that his Maker, who knows the best, called him home, that while we may lament and that we do feel his loss we should not complain, but humbly bow our heads and be thankful that wen knew him.
September 23, 1909
Page 1
Gone To His Rest
Again has Father Time invaded our little city and with his scythe cut off the little thread of life of one of our loyal citizens. Thus, are called one by one the brave men who left civilization and all the comforts which that insures in order to blazen a trail across the Great American desert into the very heart of the mighty Rockies and there undergo all the hardships of pioneer life, that we who follow after them may enjoy the fruits of their labor.
On August 21, 1857, in the little city of Oneida, New York, was born a boy who was destined to become one of the leading spirits in all public enterprises of the town of Lander, Wyo. That boy was J. H. Sheehan. Ambitious as perhaps was the boy, he little dreamed that some day he would be the leading citizen of a progressive western town. Little could he realize that no movement could be inaugurated but what his opinion would be considered and that his views and his ideas would usually carry enough weight to either end the movement or carry it to a successful end.
His boyhood was nothing different from the lot of the boys in those days. Hard work and little schooling was part of his share. Ambitious and eager to accomplish things were early manifested in the lad but the loss of his mother in his youthful days and the greater hardship developed upon him, the oldest boy, cut shorter his school days and also ended his greatest ambition which was that of becoming a lawyer.
Yet he struggled on and in early manhood, the call of the west was too strong and in the early 80's found him in Leadville, Colorado, where he spent several years to get used to the ways of the west and then drifted into Denver, where he met, wooed and married Miss Ellen McMahon in 1884.
In the fall of 1885, Mr. Sheehan in company with his brother-in-law, Tom McMahon, drove overland in a one-horse cart from Denver to Lander, arriving in Lander in November and from that time on has been a part of the growth of this town and while his success has been great no one must consider that it came through the fickle jade, luck. Those who remember when he first built and kept the Brookside hotel can well vouch for the truth that he and his wife did work. Little do the people of the present time realize what work they did do, what hardships they encountered and what sufferings they endured.
In 1891 Mr. Sheehan built the Fremont hotel, a two-story brick building, on the present site. The building then was much better than the town would warrant but his motto was always to be a little ahead of the procession and he was willing to take a chance on Lander always. In 1905 he put on two more stories which makes the largest and one of the best hotels in the state.
During his twenty-four years residence in this city Mr. Sheehan never accepted political honors, much to the regret of his friends in both parties, although the citizens of the town did force him to serve as their mayor but outside of this he held no office and while the people could not give him their vote they gave him instead that which is far better, their friendship and esteem.
His last sickness was short and no one expected the end. Not until four o'clock of the afternoon was any one aware of his dangerous illness. From that hour he sank slowly. Surrounded by his wife, his brothers and relatives, he passed into that Great beyond.
The funeral services were held Sept. 21 at 2:30. The Fremont Hose company which Mr. Sheehan had organized, turned out in uniforms and took charge. The band, which he had always loyally supported, played a dirge while the casket was borne to the church. The Women of Woodcraft were drawn up in double file in honor of Mrs. Sheehan.
At the church the simple rites of the Catholic church were performed by the Rev. Fr. Lynch who, in beautiful words, paid a most touching and glowing tribute to the memory of the departed.
After the services the procession wended its way to the last resting place, where, it had been his wish to sleep near the city which he loved so well.
It was one of the largest funerals ever held in Lander. By special proclamation of the mayor all business houses were closed from 2 o'clock until 4:30 and all who possibly could followed their friend on his last trip.
While it must be regretted that so good and noble a man is called hence when he just in the prime of his life,just when so situated that a larger amount of good could be accomplished yet he did more in the fifty odd years than many could do in twice fifty odd years than many do in seventy years, than many could do in twice fifty, and let not his widow, his relatives and his friends forget that Mr. Sheehan's workon earth was done, that his Maker, who knows the best, called him home, that while we may lament and that we do feel his loss we should not complain, but humbly bow our heads and be thankful that wen knew him.
Wind River Mountaineer no. 47
September 23, 1909
Page 1
Gone To His Rest
Again has Father Time invaded our little city and with his scythe cut off the little thread of life of one of our loyal citizens. Thus, are called one by one the brave men who left civilization and all the comforts which that insures in order to blazen a trail across the Great American desert into the very heart of the mighty Rockies and there undergo all the hardships of pioneer life, that we who follow after them may enjoy the fruits of their labor.
On August 21, 1857, in the little city of Oneida, New York, was born a boy who was destined to become one of the leading spirits in all public enterprises of the town of Lander, Wyo. That boy was J. H. Sheehan. Ambitious as perhaps was the boy, he little dreamed that some day he would be the leading citizen of a progressive western town. Little could he realize that no movement could be inaugurated but what his opinion would be considered and that his views and his ideas would usually carry enough weight to either end the movement or carry it to a successful end.
His boyhood was nothing different from the lot of the boys in those days. Hard work and little schooling was part of his share. Ambitious and eager to accomplish things were early manifested in the lad but the loss of his mother in his youthful days and the greater hardship developed upon him, the oldest boy, cut shorter his school days and also ended his greatest ambition which was that of becoming a lawyer.
Yet he struggled on and in early manhood, the call of the west was too strong and in the early 80's found him in Leadville, Colorado, where he spent several years to get used to the ways of the west and then drifted into Denver, where he met, wooed and married Miss Ellen McMahon in 1884.
In the fall of 1885, Mr. Sheehan in company with his brother-in-law, Tom McMahon, drove overland in a one-horse cart from Denver to Lander, arriving in Lander in November and from that time on has been a part of the growth of this town and while his success has been great no one must consider that it came through the fickle jade, luck. Those who remember when he first built and kept the Brookside hotel can well vouch for the truth that he and his wife did work. Little do the people of the present time realize what work they did do, what hardships they encountered and what sufferings they endured.
In 1891 Mr. Sheehan built the Fremont hotel, a two-story brick building, on the present site. The building then was much better than the town would warrant but his motto was always to be a little ahead of the procession and he was willing to take a chance on Lander always. In 1905 he put on two more stories which makes the largest and one of the best hotels in the state.
During his twenty-four years residence in this city Mr. Sheehan never accepted political honors, much to the regret of his friends in both parties, although the citizens of the town did force him to serve as their mayor but outside of this he held no office and while the people could not give him their vote they gave him instead that which is far better, their friendship and esteem.
His last sickness was short and no one expected the end. Not until four o'clock of the afternoon was any one aware of his dangerous illness. From that hour he sank slowly. Surrounded by his wife, his brothers and relatives, he passed into that Great beyond.
The funeral services were held Sept. 21 at 2:30. The Fremont Hose company which Mr. Sheehan had organized, turned out in uniforms and took charge. The band, which he had always loyally supported, played a dirge while the casket was borne to the church. The Women of Woodcraft were drawn up in double file in honor of Mrs. Sheehan.
At the church the simple rites of the Catholic church were performed by the Rev. Fr. Lynch who, in beautiful words, paid a most touching and glowing tribute to the memory of the departed.
After the services the procession wended its way to the last resting place, where, it had been his wish to sleep near the city which he loved so well.
It was one of the largest funerals ever held in Lander. By special proclamation of the mayor all business houses were closed from 2 o'clock until 4:30 and all who possibly could followed their friend on his last trip.
While it must be regretted that so good and noble a man is called hence when he just in the prime of his life,just when so situated that a larger amount of good could be accomplished yet he did more in the fifty odd years than many could do in twice fifty odd years than many do in seventy years, than many could do in twice fifty, and let not his widow, his relatives and his friends forget that Mr. Sheehan's workon earth was done, that his Maker, who knows the best, called him home, that while we may lament and that we do feel his loss we should not complain, but humbly bow our heads and be thankful that wen knew him.
September 23, 1909
Page 1
Gone To His Rest
Again has Father Time invaded our little city and with his scythe cut off the little thread of life of one of our loyal citizens. Thus, are called one by one the brave men who left civilization and all the comforts which that insures in order to blazen a trail across the Great American desert into the very heart of the mighty Rockies and there undergo all the hardships of pioneer life, that we who follow after them may enjoy the fruits of their labor.
On August 21, 1857, in the little city of Oneida, New York, was born a boy who was destined to become one of the leading spirits in all public enterprises of the town of Lander, Wyo. That boy was J. H. Sheehan. Ambitious as perhaps was the boy, he little dreamed that some day he would be the leading citizen of a progressive western town. Little could he realize that no movement could be inaugurated but what his opinion would be considered and that his views and his ideas would usually carry enough weight to either end the movement or carry it to a successful end.
His boyhood was nothing different from the lot of the boys in those days. Hard work and little schooling was part of his share. Ambitious and eager to accomplish things were early manifested in the lad but the loss of his mother in his youthful days and the greater hardship developed upon him, the oldest boy, cut shorter his school days and also ended his greatest ambition which was that of becoming a lawyer.
Yet he struggled on and in early manhood, the call of the west was too strong and in the early 80's found him in Leadville, Colorado, where he spent several years to get used to the ways of the west and then drifted into Denver, where he met, wooed and married Miss Ellen McMahon in 1884.
In the fall of 1885, Mr. Sheehan in company with his brother-in-law, Tom McMahon, drove overland in a one-horse cart from Denver to Lander, arriving in Lander in November and from that time on has been a part of the growth of this town and while his success has been great no one must consider that it came through the fickle jade, luck. Those who remember when he first built and kept the Brookside hotel can well vouch for the truth that he and his wife did work. Little do the people of the present time realize what work they did do, what hardships they encountered and what sufferings they endured.
In 1891 Mr. Sheehan built the Fremont hotel, a two-story brick building, on the present site. The building then was much better than the town would warrant but his motto was always to be a little ahead of the procession and he was willing to take a chance on Lander always. In 1905 he put on two more stories which makes the largest and one of the best hotels in the state.
During his twenty-four years residence in this city Mr. Sheehan never accepted political honors, much to the regret of his friends in both parties, although the citizens of the town did force him to serve as their mayor but outside of this he held no office and while the people could not give him their vote they gave him instead that which is far better, their friendship and esteem.
His last sickness was short and no one expected the end. Not until four o'clock of the afternoon was any one aware of his dangerous illness. From that hour he sank slowly. Surrounded by his wife, his brothers and relatives, he passed into that Great beyond.
The funeral services were held Sept. 21 at 2:30. The Fremont Hose company which Mr. Sheehan had organized, turned out in uniforms and took charge. The band, which he had always loyally supported, played a dirge while the casket was borne to the church. The Women of Woodcraft were drawn up in double file in honor of Mrs. Sheehan.
At the church the simple rites of the Catholic church were performed by the Rev. Fr. Lynch who, in beautiful words, paid a most touching and glowing tribute to the memory of the departed.
After the services the procession wended its way to the last resting place, where, it had been his wish to sleep near the city which he loved so well.
It was one of the largest funerals ever held in Lander. By special proclamation of the mayor all business houses were closed from 2 o'clock until 4:30 and all who possibly could followed their friend on his last trip.
While it must be regretted that so good and noble a man is called hence when he just in the prime of his life,just when so situated that a larger amount of good could be accomplished yet he did more in the fifty odd years than many could do in twice fifty odd years than many do in seventy years, than many could do in twice fifty, and let not his widow, his relatives and his friends forget that Mr. Sheehan's workon earth was done, that his Maker, who knows the best, called him home, that while we may lament and that we do feel his loss we should not complain, but humbly bow our heads and be thankful that wen knew him.
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