In her youth Maggie lived and attended school in Stewartsville, North Huntington Twp, Westmoreland County, PA. In 1860 she lived at home with her mother and siblings in Westmoreland Co. She taught very briefly (one month) in the Stewartsville school, substituting for her cousin Lide Gray (later Mrs. Lide Gray McCord) who had been "laid low with inflammatory rheumatism congtracted going to school during a very wet spell of weather."
In 1870 she was keeping house in Plum Twp. with her husband and first child Robert. They lived in Allegheny County, PA until 1885, when they moved to Mira Valley, eight miles south of Ord, Nebraska (Valley Co.), where they lived until March 1920, when they sold their farm and moved into Ord.
Maggie died very soon after "a happy visit" at Kimball, Nebraska with her son Edwin and his family.
The following was copied by one of Maggie's grandchildren from Maggie's tiny (2 1/4 inch by 3 1/2 inch) leather notebook. It had been written in 1867 on the honeymoon following her wedding to William Armstrong. The grandchild/transcriber said, "It is very small script written in pencil and, for the most part, still very legible. I used a magnifying glass in places, which enabled me to decipher the words. At this writing I don't know where they lived, but their first stop was in Fort Wayne, which is in Indiana; later she writes about visiting Cleveland. They obviously didn't start their married life in Nebraska. Her (Maggie's) account follows:" (The transcribing grand child is Margaret (Armstrong) Moe.) The honeymoon diary follows.
"1867, Oct. 16th Last evening at halfpast eight, the few words which wed were said to Will and me, and after spending a VERY pleasant evening at home left at halfpast one for Fort Wayne in company with Phinn. (Note -- Phinn was cousin, son of her mother's sister Jane.) Upon entering the cars found them full. Will and I succeeded in finding a seat, but for a few hours Phinn was compelled to make himself comfortable the best way he could. Don't know which he decided was the most comfortable--the top of the coalbox or the corner of our seat. Arrived at Fort Wayne at halfpast three o'clock (next word unclear) and then went to Aunt Jane's arriving at eight A.M.
"Oct. 17th This morning Auntie and I had a nice long talk while the men and boys were out exploring the country. This afternoon we went with Auntie to take tea at Mr. Samuel Birchfield's.
"Oct. 18th This morning at ten started on our return to Fort Wayne, Auntie (Jane) and Cousin Phinn accompanying us. Immediately upon arriving took the cars for Van Wert, and left Phinn to go further West in the evening. Our friends met us at the Station at Van Wert.
"Oct. 19th At the suggestion of a friend we went to the Photograph gallery to have some pictures taken. The artist said he could make good pictures, for we were both good subjects, and I presume thought he was flattering us, but truth is not flattery.
"Oct. 20th 'Another six days' work is done, another Sabbath is begun.' This quiet Sabbath morning dawned bright and beautiful. At eleven we went to church and heard a good sermon delivered to a congregation very small for a place so large. At two visited the Sabbath School connected with the same church. The school, like the congregation, is small but seems to have some life in it. While there I thought many times of our Sixth Church School so full of life and activity. Attended church again in the evening at the same place and so ended the first Sabbath of our married life and the first Sabbath in the West.
"Oct. 21st In the morning made some calls and in the afternoon went with Cousins George and Lib to see the sights about the town. They intended taking us to the Poorhouse but a shower of rain prevented it. Spent the evening at Cousin John's with some other young folks who were all musicians and entertained us with some sweet music.
"Oct. 22nd Today there was a family meeting at Uncle Perry's in honor of our departure. All our Uncles and Aunts and most of our Cousins escorted us to the depot, where we parted from them with many kind wishes for our future happiness and prosperity. I shall long remember with pleasure our visit among them. Arriving at Lima (Ohio) found the friends we expected to be there absent. In order to see them, got a buggy and rode out into the country about four miles. Made a call of fifteen minutes and returned about dark, half frozen, and plenty well satisfied with our ride, or rather, pretty well satisfied that it was ended. The horse we drove was a little self-willed and required a good deal of driving, which didn't suit fast people like us. After taking supper at the hotel, made another short call and then returned to the hotel to wait for the halfpast twelve train for Cleveland.
"Oct. 23rd Arrived at Cleveland about six A.M. In the forenoon went out to make a call and see the City. Found it a much nicer City than we expected to see. The public square is quite an ornament to the place. In the centre of it is a monument surmounted by a statue of Commodore Perry. Walked down Ontario Street to the Lake shore and gazed for the first time across those historical waters. The wind was blowing briskly and the dark waves tossed and tumbled angrily and rolled toward the shore only to be dashed back with increased fury. Away in the distance several white sailed vessels could be seen apparently motionless on those restless waves. Had we been on board one of them we would no doubt have thought there was motion enough about it. From the shore returned to the hotel to prepare for leaving the beautiful City of Cleveland. Arrived at Bedford at five P.M. and proceeded immediately to Uncle John's where we arrived about six. Although unexpected we were warmly welcomed and, although comparative strangers, soon made ourselves at home.
"Oct. 24th The morning was spent by the fireside. In the afternoon Cousin Jimmie took us to Brandywine Falls about five miles distant. A pair of fine horses carried us quickly over the smooth road and soon brought us to the top of the roaring cataract. The Falls are in Brandywine Creek and are about fifty feet high. The water rushes down the perpendicular rock below and is soon lost among the rocks and bushes of a deep ravine further down. In order to get a better view of the surroundings we walked about halfway down the side of the ravine by a path which led us under overhanging rocks, massive and gray with age, seemingly ready to topple over at any moment. The view from this point was ALMOST sublime. Around, beneath, and above, all was nature's most beautiful handwork. We gathered some pebbles from the Lake, some delicate ferns from the side of the rock upon which we wrote our names, or attempted to do so. The male portion of the party endeavored to scale the rocks in order to leave their names where other ambitious visitors would have some trouble to overreach them, but only succeeded in leaving unintelligible initials. The declining Sun reminded us that it was time to turn our faces homeward, which we did after a parting look of admiration from beneath the rocks, and another from the top. Upon arriving at Uncle's found a warm fire in the stove--they burn wood there--and the tea table spread, both of which we were glad to see after our excursion. An expected messenger reached me that evening in the form of a letter from home. It was the first letter and it was joyfully received, bringing as it did tidings of happiness and health there.
"Oct. 25th Left Uncle's at eight A.M. for Macadonia--believe it is not the place where the "help" is needed--where we took the cars for Ravenna. Reaching that place found that our train connected with one for Greenville--our destination--and were obligated to remain there until four P.M. We improved the time by visiting the Town, and the cemetery near it, and considered the time well spent. At four embarked for Greenville arriving at six. Expected to meet some friends, but found no one, accordingly resorted to the usual expedient in such cases, a hotel, where we were comfortably entertained until morning. Upon inquiry ascertained the location of my Aunt's residence. Securing a conveyance, proceeded to find her which we did though not without some trouble. She did not expect us as she had not received our letter announcing our arrival. Was glad to see us however, and we remained with them until Monday. On Monday morning upon arising found 'the low hung clouds dropping their liquid sweetness down'. The prospect was rather gloomy to travelers but our programme was arranged and we must leave that day. Uncle took us to Greenville and as the 'liquid sweetness' was dropping gently the ride was not so very unpleasant after all.
"Our next stopping place was Wampum, a small country station. Expected to meet a friend there also but, on leaving the cars, found instead of a friend, that the gentle dropping had changed to a VERY wet rain. In order to reach the village--if it deserves the name--had to cross a small river. A woman without bonnet or cloak, and with hair beautifully disheveled, rowed us across in a skiff carpeted with water, and cushioned with mud. With nothing but the dark clouds above us, our situation was certinly a good subject for an artist. Had just got comfortably settled in the only public house the place offered--a small boarding house--when our friend came for us. A ride of five miles over rough roads through the rain and darkness was then unavoidable. The journey was accomplished however without any serious damage to any of the party, but not without bringing danger of an upset by running against stumps, over logs, etc. Returned to the same station on Wednesday just in time to step on the train as it was moving off. Home was our destination this time, where we arrived that evening at seven all safe and sound personally, but minus a trunk, which was received, after some anxiety and trouble, on Friday morning.
"Were away just two weeks. We enjoyed the trip very much but were glad to be at 'home again.'"
Margaret (Armstrong) Moe also copied the following obituary of Maggie from the Thursday, Sept. 23, 1920 issue of the Ord Quiz, Ord, Nebraska. "A beautiful life came to its earthly close on Friday morning September 17th, 1920, when Mrs. Margaret Armstong, the beloved wife of William Armstrong, quietly passed away after an illness of five days. "Margaret Gray, daughter of William and Mary Gray, was born January 3rd, 1843, at Stewartsville, Westmoreland County, Pennsylvania, where her early life was spent. On October 15th, 1867 she was married to William Armstrong and the first eighteen years of their married life was spent in their home state. Into this Godly home were born four sons and three daughters. In 1885 the lure of the west laid hold upon them, and they removed to Nebraska, settling in Mira Valley, which was their home until March, 1920 when the old home place was sold, and Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong moved to Ord to pass the remainder of their declining years. But no one dreamed that the call was to come so soon to this sainted wife and mother, until she was so suddenly and fatally stricken down with pneumonia, just following a happy visit at Kimball, Nebr., with her son Edwin and family.
"Mrs. Armstrong was a woman of rare christian graces and character. Her influence has been felt, not only in her own home, where the impress of her character is reflected in the lives of her children, but also in the community and church, which she delighted so in serving; for she was a life long Christian, becoming a member of the church at an early age.
"Her ministry in life was of the unobtrusive but efficient type of the 'good samaritan,' which let pass no opportunity to lend a helping hand where ever needed. Her conversation was full of spiritual thought, and she was ever alert for an opportunity to honor her Lord in word and deed. She was a living example of the Christian Way.
"Of her immediate family there survive her, her husband, two sisters, Mrs. Mary E. Gault, and Mrs. Alice Alter; her four sons, Robert of Buffalo, N.Y., Harry of Winnebago, Ill., Edwin of Kimball, and William of Ord; and two of her daughters, Mary of Delta, Utah and Alice of Ord. The other daughter, Anna, died in 1908. There are also ten grandchildren.
"She spoke confidently of her readiness and willingness to go and be with her Savior, whom she had served so devotedly and consistently for three score years and ten. 'Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord.'
"Funeral services were conducted on Sunday afternoon, September 19th, 1920 at the home in Ord, by her pastor, Dr. Price, of the Presbyterian Church, assisted by the Rev. Mr. Carson, her former pastor of the Wilson Memorial Presbyterian Church of Mira Valley, where she was a member for thirty-five years. She was laid to rest in the Ord cemetery."
Maggie's grand daughter Margaret (Armstrong) Moe said, in 2001, that she had never seen a picture of Maggie in which Maggie was looking into the camera, except when she was very young. She always looked very sad, and looked off to the side, in photos.
In 1870 she was keeping house in Plum Twp. with her husband and first child Robert. They lived in Allegheny County, PA until 1885, when they moved to Mira Valley, eight miles south of Ord, Nebraska (Valley Co.), where they lived until March 1920, when they sold their farm and moved into Ord.
Maggie died very soon after "a happy visit" at Kimball, Nebraska with her son Edwin and his family.
The following was copied by one of Maggie's grandchildren from Maggie's tiny (2 1/4 inch by 3 1/2 inch) leather notebook. It had been written in 1867 on the honeymoon following her wedding to William Armstrong. The grandchild/transcriber said, "It is very small script written in pencil and, for the most part, still very legible. I used a magnifying glass in places, which enabled me to decipher the words. At this writing I don't know where they lived, but their first stop was in Fort Wayne, which is in Indiana; later she writes about visiting Cleveland. They obviously didn't start their married life in Nebraska. Her (Maggie's) account follows:" (The transcribing grand child is Margaret (Armstrong) Moe.) The honeymoon diary follows.
"1867, Oct. 16th Last evening at halfpast eight, the few words which wed were said to Will and me, and after spending a VERY pleasant evening at home left at halfpast one for Fort Wayne in company with Phinn. (Note -- Phinn was cousin, son of her mother's sister Jane.) Upon entering the cars found them full. Will and I succeeded in finding a seat, but for a few hours Phinn was compelled to make himself comfortable the best way he could. Don't know which he decided was the most comfortable--the top of the coalbox or the corner of our seat. Arrived at Fort Wayne at halfpast three o'clock (next word unclear) and then went to Aunt Jane's arriving at eight A.M.
"Oct. 17th This morning Auntie and I had a nice long talk while the men and boys were out exploring the country. This afternoon we went with Auntie to take tea at Mr. Samuel Birchfield's.
"Oct. 18th This morning at ten started on our return to Fort Wayne, Auntie (Jane) and Cousin Phinn accompanying us. Immediately upon arriving took the cars for Van Wert, and left Phinn to go further West in the evening. Our friends met us at the Station at Van Wert.
"Oct. 19th At the suggestion of a friend we went to the Photograph gallery to have some pictures taken. The artist said he could make good pictures, for we were both good subjects, and I presume thought he was flattering us, but truth is not flattery.
"Oct. 20th 'Another six days' work is done, another Sabbath is begun.' This quiet Sabbath morning dawned bright and beautiful. At eleven we went to church and heard a good sermon delivered to a congregation very small for a place so large. At two visited the Sabbath School connected with the same church. The school, like the congregation, is small but seems to have some life in it. While there I thought many times of our Sixth Church School so full of life and activity. Attended church again in the evening at the same place and so ended the first Sabbath of our married life and the first Sabbath in the West.
"Oct. 21st In the morning made some calls and in the afternoon went with Cousins George and Lib to see the sights about the town. They intended taking us to the Poorhouse but a shower of rain prevented it. Spent the evening at Cousin John's with some other young folks who were all musicians and entertained us with some sweet music.
"Oct. 22nd Today there was a family meeting at Uncle Perry's in honor of our departure. All our Uncles and Aunts and most of our Cousins escorted us to the depot, where we parted from them with many kind wishes for our future happiness and prosperity. I shall long remember with pleasure our visit among them. Arriving at Lima (Ohio) found the friends we expected to be there absent. In order to see them, got a buggy and rode out into the country about four miles. Made a call of fifteen minutes and returned about dark, half frozen, and plenty well satisfied with our ride, or rather, pretty well satisfied that it was ended. The horse we drove was a little self-willed and required a good deal of driving, which didn't suit fast people like us. After taking supper at the hotel, made another short call and then returned to the hotel to wait for the halfpast twelve train for Cleveland.
"Oct. 23rd Arrived at Cleveland about six A.M. In the forenoon went out to make a call and see the City. Found it a much nicer City than we expected to see. The public square is quite an ornament to the place. In the centre of it is a monument surmounted by a statue of Commodore Perry. Walked down Ontario Street to the Lake shore and gazed for the first time across those historical waters. The wind was blowing briskly and the dark waves tossed and tumbled angrily and rolled toward the shore only to be dashed back with increased fury. Away in the distance several white sailed vessels could be seen apparently motionless on those restless waves. Had we been on board one of them we would no doubt have thought there was motion enough about it. From the shore returned to the hotel to prepare for leaving the beautiful City of Cleveland. Arrived at Bedford at five P.M. and proceeded immediately to Uncle John's where we arrived about six. Although unexpected we were warmly welcomed and, although comparative strangers, soon made ourselves at home.
"Oct. 24th The morning was spent by the fireside. In the afternoon Cousin Jimmie took us to Brandywine Falls about five miles distant. A pair of fine horses carried us quickly over the smooth road and soon brought us to the top of the roaring cataract. The Falls are in Brandywine Creek and are about fifty feet high. The water rushes down the perpendicular rock below and is soon lost among the rocks and bushes of a deep ravine further down. In order to get a better view of the surroundings we walked about halfway down the side of the ravine by a path which led us under overhanging rocks, massive and gray with age, seemingly ready to topple over at any moment. The view from this point was ALMOST sublime. Around, beneath, and above, all was nature's most beautiful handwork. We gathered some pebbles from the Lake, some delicate ferns from the side of the rock upon which we wrote our names, or attempted to do so. The male portion of the party endeavored to scale the rocks in order to leave their names where other ambitious visitors would have some trouble to overreach them, but only succeeded in leaving unintelligible initials. The declining Sun reminded us that it was time to turn our faces homeward, which we did after a parting look of admiration from beneath the rocks, and another from the top. Upon arriving at Uncle's found a warm fire in the stove--they burn wood there--and the tea table spread, both of which we were glad to see after our excursion. An expected messenger reached me that evening in the form of a letter from home. It was the first letter and it was joyfully received, bringing as it did tidings of happiness and health there.
"Oct. 25th Left Uncle's at eight A.M. for Macadonia--believe it is not the place where the "help" is needed--where we took the cars for Ravenna. Reaching that place found that our train connected with one for Greenville--our destination--and were obligated to remain there until four P.M. We improved the time by visiting the Town, and the cemetery near it, and considered the time well spent. At four embarked for Greenville arriving at six. Expected to meet some friends, but found no one, accordingly resorted to the usual expedient in such cases, a hotel, where we were comfortably entertained until morning. Upon inquiry ascertained the location of my Aunt's residence. Securing a conveyance, proceeded to find her which we did though not without some trouble. She did not expect us as she had not received our letter announcing our arrival. Was glad to see us however, and we remained with them until Monday. On Monday morning upon arising found 'the low hung clouds dropping their liquid sweetness down'. The prospect was rather gloomy to travelers but our programme was arranged and we must leave that day. Uncle took us to Greenville and as the 'liquid sweetness' was dropping gently the ride was not so very unpleasant after all.
"Our next stopping place was Wampum, a small country station. Expected to meet a friend there also but, on leaving the cars, found instead of a friend, that the gentle dropping had changed to a VERY wet rain. In order to reach the village--if it deserves the name--had to cross a small river. A woman without bonnet or cloak, and with hair beautifully disheveled, rowed us across in a skiff carpeted with water, and cushioned with mud. With nothing but the dark clouds above us, our situation was certinly a good subject for an artist. Had just got comfortably settled in the only public house the place offered--a small boarding house--when our friend came for us. A ride of five miles over rough roads through the rain and darkness was then unavoidable. The journey was accomplished however without any serious damage to any of the party, but not without bringing danger of an upset by running against stumps, over logs, etc. Returned to the same station on Wednesday just in time to step on the train as it was moving off. Home was our destination this time, where we arrived that evening at seven all safe and sound personally, but minus a trunk, which was received, after some anxiety and trouble, on Friday morning.
"Were away just two weeks. We enjoyed the trip very much but were glad to be at 'home again.'"
Margaret (Armstrong) Moe also copied the following obituary of Maggie from the Thursday, Sept. 23, 1920 issue of the Ord Quiz, Ord, Nebraska. "A beautiful life came to its earthly close on Friday morning September 17th, 1920, when Mrs. Margaret Armstong, the beloved wife of William Armstrong, quietly passed away after an illness of five days. "Margaret Gray, daughter of William and Mary Gray, was born January 3rd, 1843, at Stewartsville, Westmoreland County, Pennsylvania, where her early life was spent. On October 15th, 1867 she was married to William Armstrong and the first eighteen years of their married life was spent in their home state. Into this Godly home were born four sons and three daughters. In 1885 the lure of the west laid hold upon them, and they removed to Nebraska, settling in Mira Valley, which was their home until March, 1920 when the old home place was sold, and Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong moved to Ord to pass the remainder of their declining years. But no one dreamed that the call was to come so soon to this sainted wife and mother, until she was so suddenly and fatally stricken down with pneumonia, just following a happy visit at Kimball, Nebr., with her son Edwin and family.
"Mrs. Armstrong was a woman of rare christian graces and character. Her influence has been felt, not only in her own home, where the impress of her character is reflected in the lives of her children, but also in the community and church, which she delighted so in serving; for she was a life long Christian, becoming a member of the church at an early age.
"Her ministry in life was of the unobtrusive but efficient type of the 'good samaritan,' which let pass no opportunity to lend a helping hand where ever needed. Her conversation was full of spiritual thought, and she was ever alert for an opportunity to honor her Lord in word and deed. She was a living example of the Christian Way.
"Of her immediate family there survive her, her husband, two sisters, Mrs. Mary E. Gault, and Mrs. Alice Alter; her four sons, Robert of Buffalo, N.Y., Harry of Winnebago, Ill., Edwin of Kimball, and William of Ord; and two of her daughters, Mary of Delta, Utah and Alice of Ord. The other daughter, Anna, died in 1908. There are also ten grandchildren.
"She spoke confidently of her readiness and willingness to go and be with her Savior, whom she had served so devotedly and consistently for three score years and ten. 'Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord.'
"Funeral services were conducted on Sunday afternoon, September 19th, 1920 at the home in Ord, by her pastor, Dr. Price, of the Presbyterian Church, assisted by the Rev. Mr. Carson, her former pastor of the Wilson Memorial Presbyterian Church of Mira Valley, where she was a member for thirty-five years. She was laid to rest in the Ord cemetery."
Maggie's grand daughter Margaret (Armstrong) Moe said, in 2001, that she had never seen a picture of Maggie in which Maggie was looking into the camera, except when she was very young. She always looked very sad, and looked off to the side, in photos.
In her youth Maggie lived and attended school in Stewartsville, North Huntington Twp, Westmoreland County, PA. In 1860 she lived at home with her mother and siblings in Westmoreland Co. She taught very briefly (one month) in the Stewartsville school, substituting for her cousin Lide Gray (later Mrs. Lide Gray McCord) who had been "laid low with inflammatory rheumatism congtracted going to school during a very wet spell of weather."
In 1870 she was keeping house in Plum Twp. with her husband and first child Robert. They lived in Allegheny County, PA until 1885, when they moved to Mira Valley, eight miles south of Ord, Nebraska (Valley Co.), where they lived until March 1920, when they sold their farm and moved into Ord.
Maggie died very soon after "a happy visit" at Kimball, Nebraska with her son Edwin and his family.
The following was copied by one of Maggie's grandchildren from Maggie's tiny (2 1/4 inch by 3 1/2 inch) leather notebook. It had been written in 1867 on the honeymoon following her wedding to William Armstrong. The grandchild/transcriber said, "It is very small script written in pencil and, for the most part, still very legible. I used a magnifying glass in places, which enabled me to decipher the words. At this writing I don't know where they lived, but their first stop was in Fort Wayne, which is in Indiana; later she writes about visiting Cleveland. They obviously didn't start their married life in Nebraska. Her (Maggie's) account follows:" (The transcribing grand child is Margaret (Armstrong) Moe.) The honeymoon diary follows.
"1867, Oct. 16th Last evening at halfpast eight, the few words which wed were said to Will and me, and after spending a VERY pleasant evening at home left at halfpast one for Fort Wayne in company with Phinn. (Note -- Phinn was cousin, son of her mother's sister Jane.) Upon entering the cars found them full. Will and I succeeded in finding a seat, but for a few hours Phinn was compelled to make himself comfortable the best way he could. Don't know which he decided was the most comfortable--the top of the coalbox or the corner of our seat. Arrived at Fort Wayne at halfpast three o'clock (next word unclear) and then went to Aunt Jane's arriving at eight A.M.
"Oct. 17th This morning Auntie and I had a nice long talk while the men and boys were out exploring the country. This afternoon we went with Auntie to take tea at Mr. Samuel Birchfield's.
"Oct. 18th This morning at ten started on our return to Fort Wayne, Auntie (Jane) and Cousin Phinn accompanying us. Immediately upon arriving took the cars for Van Wert, and left Phinn to go further West in the evening. Our friends met us at the Station at Van Wert.
"Oct. 19th At the suggestion of a friend we went to the Photograph gallery to have some pictures taken. The artist said he could make good pictures, for we were both good subjects, and I presume thought he was flattering us, but truth is not flattery.
"Oct. 20th 'Another six days' work is done, another Sabbath is begun.' This quiet Sabbath morning dawned bright and beautiful. At eleven we went to church and heard a good sermon delivered to a congregation very small for a place so large. At two visited the Sabbath School connected with the same church. The school, like the congregation, is small but seems to have some life in it. While there I thought many times of our Sixth Church School so full of life and activity. Attended church again in the evening at the same place and so ended the first Sabbath of our married life and the first Sabbath in the West.
"Oct. 21st In the morning made some calls and in the afternoon went with Cousins George and Lib to see the sights about the town. They intended taking us to the Poorhouse but a shower of rain prevented it. Spent the evening at Cousin John's with some other young folks who were all musicians and entertained us with some sweet music.
"Oct. 22nd Today there was a family meeting at Uncle Perry's in honor of our departure. All our Uncles and Aunts and most of our Cousins escorted us to the depot, where we parted from them with many kind wishes for our future happiness and prosperity. I shall long remember with pleasure our visit among them. Arriving at Lima (Ohio) found the friends we expected to be there absent. In order to see them, got a buggy and rode out into the country about four miles. Made a call of fifteen minutes and returned about dark, half frozen, and plenty well satisfied with our ride, or rather, pretty well satisfied that it was ended. The horse we drove was a little self-willed and required a good deal of driving, which didn't suit fast people like us. After taking supper at the hotel, made another short call and then returned to the hotel to wait for the halfpast twelve train for Cleveland.
"Oct. 23rd Arrived at Cleveland about six A.M. In the forenoon went out to make a call and see the City. Found it a much nicer City than we expected to see. The public square is quite an ornament to the place. In the centre of it is a monument surmounted by a statue of Commodore Perry. Walked down Ontario Street to the Lake shore and gazed for the first time across those historical waters. The wind was blowing briskly and the dark waves tossed and tumbled angrily and rolled toward the shore only to be dashed back with increased fury. Away in the distance several white sailed vessels could be seen apparently motionless on those restless waves. Had we been on board one of them we would no doubt have thought there was motion enough about it. From the shore returned to the hotel to prepare for leaving the beautiful City of Cleveland. Arrived at Bedford at five P.M. and proceeded immediately to Uncle John's where we arrived about six. Although unexpected we were warmly welcomed and, although comparative strangers, soon made ourselves at home.
"Oct. 24th The morning was spent by the fireside. In the afternoon Cousin Jimmie took us to Brandywine Falls about five miles distant. A pair of fine horses carried us quickly over the smooth road and soon brought us to the top of the roaring cataract. The Falls are in Brandywine Creek and are about fifty feet high. The water rushes down the perpendicular rock below and is soon lost among the rocks and bushes of a deep ravine further down. In order to get a better view of the surroundings we walked about halfway down the side of the ravine by a path which led us under overhanging rocks, massive and gray with age, seemingly ready to topple over at any moment. The view from this point was ALMOST sublime. Around, beneath, and above, all was nature's most beautiful handwork. We gathered some pebbles from the Lake, some delicate ferns from the side of the rock upon which we wrote our names, or attempted to do so. The male portion of the party endeavored to scale the rocks in order to leave their names where other ambitious visitors would have some trouble to overreach them, but only succeeded in leaving unintelligible initials. The declining Sun reminded us that it was time to turn our faces homeward, which we did after a parting look of admiration from beneath the rocks, and another from the top. Upon arriving at Uncle's found a warm fire in the stove--they burn wood there--and the tea table spread, both of which we were glad to see after our excursion. An expected messenger reached me that evening in the form of a letter from home. It was the first letter and it was joyfully received, bringing as it did tidings of happiness and health there.
"Oct. 25th Left Uncle's at eight A.M. for Macadonia--believe it is not the place where the "help" is needed--where we took the cars for Ravenna. Reaching that place found that our train connected with one for Greenville--our destination--and were obligated to remain there until four P.M. We improved the time by visiting the Town, and the cemetery near it, and considered the time well spent. At four embarked for Greenville arriving at six. Expected to meet some friends, but found no one, accordingly resorted to the usual expedient in such cases, a hotel, where we were comfortably entertained until morning. Upon inquiry ascertained the location of my Aunt's residence. Securing a conveyance, proceeded to find her which we did though not without some trouble. She did not expect us as she had not received our letter announcing our arrival. Was glad to see us however, and we remained with them until Monday. On Monday morning upon arising found 'the low hung clouds dropping their liquid sweetness down'. The prospect was rather gloomy to travelers but our programme was arranged and we must leave that day. Uncle took us to Greenville and as the 'liquid sweetness' was dropping gently the ride was not so very unpleasant after all.
"Our next stopping place was Wampum, a small country station. Expected to meet a friend there also but, on leaving the cars, found instead of a friend, that the gentle dropping had changed to a VERY wet rain. In order to reach the village--if it deserves the name--had to cross a small river. A woman without bonnet or cloak, and with hair beautifully disheveled, rowed us across in a skiff carpeted with water, and cushioned with mud. With nothing but the dark clouds above us, our situation was certinly a good subject for an artist. Had just got comfortably settled in the only public house the place offered--a small boarding house--when our friend came for us. A ride of five miles over rough roads through the rain and darkness was then unavoidable. The journey was accomplished however without any serious damage to any of the party, but not without bringing danger of an upset by running against stumps, over logs, etc. Returned to the same station on Wednesday just in time to step on the train as it was moving off. Home was our destination this time, where we arrived that evening at seven all safe and sound personally, but minus a trunk, which was received, after some anxiety and trouble, on Friday morning.
"Were away just two weeks. We enjoyed the trip very much but were glad to be at 'home again.'"
Margaret (Armstrong) Moe also copied the following obituary of Maggie from the Thursday, Sept. 23, 1920 issue of the Ord Quiz, Ord, Nebraska. "A beautiful life came to its earthly close on Friday morning September 17th, 1920, when Mrs. Margaret Armstong, the beloved wife of William Armstrong, quietly passed away after an illness of five days. "Margaret Gray, daughter of William and Mary Gray, was born January 3rd, 1843, at Stewartsville, Westmoreland County, Pennsylvania, where her early life was spent. On October 15th, 1867 she was married to William Armstrong and the first eighteen years of their married life was spent in their home state. Into this Godly home were born four sons and three daughters. In 1885 the lure of the west laid hold upon them, and they removed to Nebraska, settling in Mira Valley, which was their home until March, 1920 when the old home place was sold, and Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong moved to Ord to pass the remainder of their declining years. But no one dreamed that the call was to come so soon to this sainted wife and mother, until she was so suddenly and fatally stricken down with pneumonia, just following a happy visit at Kimball, Nebr., with her son Edwin and family.
"Mrs. Armstrong was a woman of rare christian graces and character. Her influence has been felt, not only in her own home, where the impress of her character is reflected in the lives of her children, but also in the community and church, which she delighted so in serving; for she was a life long Christian, becoming a member of the church at an early age.
"Her ministry in life was of the unobtrusive but efficient type of the 'good samaritan,' which let pass no opportunity to lend a helping hand where ever needed. Her conversation was full of spiritual thought, and she was ever alert for an opportunity to honor her Lord in word and deed. She was a living example of the Christian Way.
"Of her immediate family there survive her, her husband, two sisters, Mrs. Mary E. Gault, and Mrs. Alice Alter; her four sons, Robert of Buffalo, N.Y., Harry of Winnebago, Ill., Edwin of Kimball, and William of Ord; and two of her daughters, Mary of Delta, Utah and Alice of Ord. The other daughter, Anna, died in 1908. There are also ten grandchildren.
"She spoke confidently of her readiness and willingness to go and be with her Savior, whom she had served so devotedly and consistently for three score years and ten. 'Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord.'
"Funeral services were conducted on Sunday afternoon, September 19th, 1920 at the home in Ord, by her pastor, Dr. Price, of the Presbyterian Church, assisted by the Rev. Mr. Carson, her former pastor of the Wilson Memorial Presbyterian Church of Mira Valley, where she was a member for thirty-five years. She was laid to rest in the Ord cemetery."
Maggie's grand daughter Margaret (Armstrong) Moe said, in 2001, that she had never seen a picture of Maggie in which Maggie was looking into the camera, except when she was very young. She always looked very sad, and looked off to the side, in photos.
In 1870 she was keeping house in Plum Twp. with her husband and first child Robert. They lived in Allegheny County, PA until 1885, when they moved to Mira Valley, eight miles south of Ord, Nebraska (Valley Co.), where they lived until March 1920, when they sold their farm and moved into Ord.
Maggie died very soon after "a happy visit" at Kimball, Nebraska with her son Edwin and his family.
The following was copied by one of Maggie's grandchildren from Maggie's tiny (2 1/4 inch by 3 1/2 inch) leather notebook. It had been written in 1867 on the honeymoon following her wedding to William Armstrong. The grandchild/transcriber said, "It is very small script written in pencil and, for the most part, still very legible. I used a magnifying glass in places, which enabled me to decipher the words. At this writing I don't know where they lived, but their first stop was in Fort Wayne, which is in Indiana; later she writes about visiting Cleveland. They obviously didn't start their married life in Nebraska. Her (Maggie's) account follows:" (The transcribing grand child is Margaret (Armstrong) Moe.) The honeymoon diary follows.
"1867, Oct. 16th Last evening at halfpast eight, the few words which wed were said to Will and me, and after spending a VERY pleasant evening at home left at halfpast one for Fort Wayne in company with Phinn. (Note -- Phinn was cousin, son of her mother's sister Jane.) Upon entering the cars found them full. Will and I succeeded in finding a seat, but for a few hours Phinn was compelled to make himself comfortable the best way he could. Don't know which he decided was the most comfortable--the top of the coalbox or the corner of our seat. Arrived at Fort Wayne at halfpast three o'clock (next word unclear) and then went to Aunt Jane's arriving at eight A.M.
"Oct. 17th This morning Auntie and I had a nice long talk while the men and boys were out exploring the country. This afternoon we went with Auntie to take tea at Mr. Samuel Birchfield's.
"Oct. 18th This morning at ten started on our return to Fort Wayne, Auntie (Jane) and Cousin Phinn accompanying us. Immediately upon arriving took the cars for Van Wert, and left Phinn to go further West in the evening. Our friends met us at the Station at Van Wert.
"Oct. 19th At the suggestion of a friend we went to the Photograph gallery to have some pictures taken. The artist said he could make good pictures, for we were both good subjects, and I presume thought he was flattering us, but truth is not flattery.
"Oct. 20th 'Another six days' work is done, another Sabbath is begun.' This quiet Sabbath morning dawned bright and beautiful. At eleven we went to church and heard a good sermon delivered to a congregation very small for a place so large. At two visited the Sabbath School connected with the same church. The school, like the congregation, is small but seems to have some life in it. While there I thought many times of our Sixth Church School so full of life and activity. Attended church again in the evening at the same place and so ended the first Sabbath of our married life and the first Sabbath in the West.
"Oct. 21st In the morning made some calls and in the afternoon went with Cousins George and Lib to see the sights about the town. They intended taking us to the Poorhouse but a shower of rain prevented it. Spent the evening at Cousin John's with some other young folks who were all musicians and entertained us with some sweet music.
"Oct. 22nd Today there was a family meeting at Uncle Perry's in honor of our departure. All our Uncles and Aunts and most of our Cousins escorted us to the depot, where we parted from them with many kind wishes for our future happiness and prosperity. I shall long remember with pleasure our visit among them. Arriving at Lima (Ohio) found the friends we expected to be there absent. In order to see them, got a buggy and rode out into the country about four miles. Made a call of fifteen minutes and returned about dark, half frozen, and plenty well satisfied with our ride, or rather, pretty well satisfied that it was ended. The horse we drove was a little self-willed and required a good deal of driving, which didn't suit fast people like us. After taking supper at the hotel, made another short call and then returned to the hotel to wait for the halfpast twelve train for Cleveland.
"Oct. 23rd Arrived at Cleveland about six A.M. In the forenoon went out to make a call and see the City. Found it a much nicer City than we expected to see. The public square is quite an ornament to the place. In the centre of it is a monument surmounted by a statue of Commodore Perry. Walked down Ontario Street to the Lake shore and gazed for the first time across those historical waters. The wind was blowing briskly and the dark waves tossed and tumbled angrily and rolled toward the shore only to be dashed back with increased fury. Away in the distance several white sailed vessels could be seen apparently motionless on those restless waves. Had we been on board one of them we would no doubt have thought there was motion enough about it. From the shore returned to the hotel to prepare for leaving the beautiful City of Cleveland. Arrived at Bedford at five P.M. and proceeded immediately to Uncle John's where we arrived about six. Although unexpected we were warmly welcomed and, although comparative strangers, soon made ourselves at home.
"Oct. 24th The morning was spent by the fireside. In the afternoon Cousin Jimmie took us to Brandywine Falls about five miles distant. A pair of fine horses carried us quickly over the smooth road and soon brought us to the top of the roaring cataract. The Falls are in Brandywine Creek and are about fifty feet high. The water rushes down the perpendicular rock below and is soon lost among the rocks and bushes of a deep ravine further down. In order to get a better view of the surroundings we walked about halfway down the side of the ravine by a path which led us under overhanging rocks, massive and gray with age, seemingly ready to topple over at any moment. The view from this point was ALMOST sublime. Around, beneath, and above, all was nature's most beautiful handwork. We gathered some pebbles from the Lake, some delicate ferns from the side of the rock upon which we wrote our names, or attempted to do so. The male portion of the party endeavored to scale the rocks in order to leave their names where other ambitious visitors would have some trouble to overreach them, but only succeeded in leaving unintelligible initials. The declining Sun reminded us that it was time to turn our faces homeward, which we did after a parting look of admiration from beneath the rocks, and another from the top. Upon arriving at Uncle's found a warm fire in the stove--they burn wood there--and the tea table spread, both of which we were glad to see after our excursion. An expected messenger reached me that evening in the form of a letter from home. It was the first letter and it was joyfully received, bringing as it did tidings of happiness and health there.
"Oct. 25th Left Uncle's at eight A.M. for Macadonia--believe it is not the place where the "help" is needed--where we took the cars for Ravenna. Reaching that place found that our train connected with one for Greenville--our destination--and were obligated to remain there until four P.M. We improved the time by visiting the Town, and the cemetery near it, and considered the time well spent. At four embarked for Greenville arriving at six. Expected to meet some friends, but found no one, accordingly resorted to the usual expedient in such cases, a hotel, where we were comfortably entertained until morning. Upon inquiry ascertained the location of my Aunt's residence. Securing a conveyance, proceeded to find her which we did though not without some trouble. She did not expect us as she had not received our letter announcing our arrival. Was glad to see us however, and we remained with them until Monday. On Monday morning upon arising found 'the low hung clouds dropping their liquid sweetness down'. The prospect was rather gloomy to travelers but our programme was arranged and we must leave that day. Uncle took us to Greenville and as the 'liquid sweetness' was dropping gently the ride was not so very unpleasant after all.
"Our next stopping place was Wampum, a small country station. Expected to meet a friend there also but, on leaving the cars, found instead of a friend, that the gentle dropping had changed to a VERY wet rain. In order to reach the village--if it deserves the name--had to cross a small river. A woman without bonnet or cloak, and with hair beautifully disheveled, rowed us across in a skiff carpeted with water, and cushioned with mud. With nothing but the dark clouds above us, our situation was certinly a good subject for an artist. Had just got comfortably settled in the only public house the place offered--a small boarding house--when our friend came for us. A ride of five miles over rough roads through the rain and darkness was then unavoidable. The journey was accomplished however without any serious damage to any of the party, but not without bringing danger of an upset by running against stumps, over logs, etc. Returned to the same station on Wednesday just in time to step on the train as it was moving off. Home was our destination this time, where we arrived that evening at seven all safe and sound personally, but minus a trunk, which was received, after some anxiety and trouble, on Friday morning.
"Were away just two weeks. We enjoyed the trip very much but were glad to be at 'home again.'"
Margaret (Armstrong) Moe also copied the following obituary of Maggie from the Thursday, Sept. 23, 1920 issue of the Ord Quiz, Ord, Nebraska. "A beautiful life came to its earthly close on Friday morning September 17th, 1920, when Mrs. Margaret Armstong, the beloved wife of William Armstrong, quietly passed away after an illness of five days. "Margaret Gray, daughter of William and Mary Gray, was born January 3rd, 1843, at Stewartsville, Westmoreland County, Pennsylvania, where her early life was spent. On October 15th, 1867 she was married to William Armstrong and the first eighteen years of their married life was spent in their home state. Into this Godly home were born four sons and three daughters. In 1885 the lure of the west laid hold upon them, and they removed to Nebraska, settling in Mira Valley, which was their home until March, 1920 when the old home place was sold, and Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong moved to Ord to pass the remainder of their declining years. But no one dreamed that the call was to come so soon to this sainted wife and mother, until she was so suddenly and fatally stricken down with pneumonia, just following a happy visit at Kimball, Nebr., with her son Edwin and family.
"Mrs. Armstrong was a woman of rare christian graces and character. Her influence has been felt, not only in her own home, where the impress of her character is reflected in the lives of her children, but also in the community and church, which she delighted so in serving; for she was a life long Christian, becoming a member of the church at an early age.
"Her ministry in life was of the unobtrusive but efficient type of the 'good samaritan,' which let pass no opportunity to lend a helping hand where ever needed. Her conversation was full of spiritual thought, and she was ever alert for an opportunity to honor her Lord in word and deed. She was a living example of the Christian Way.
"Of her immediate family there survive her, her husband, two sisters, Mrs. Mary E. Gault, and Mrs. Alice Alter; her four sons, Robert of Buffalo, N.Y., Harry of Winnebago, Ill., Edwin of Kimball, and William of Ord; and two of her daughters, Mary of Delta, Utah and Alice of Ord. The other daughter, Anna, died in 1908. There are also ten grandchildren.
"She spoke confidently of her readiness and willingness to go and be with her Savior, whom she had served so devotedly and consistently for three score years and ten. 'Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord.'
"Funeral services were conducted on Sunday afternoon, September 19th, 1920 at the home in Ord, by her pastor, Dr. Price, of the Presbyterian Church, assisted by the Rev. Mr. Carson, her former pastor of the Wilson Memorial Presbyterian Church of Mira Valley, where she was a member for thirty-five years. She was laid to rest in the Ord cemetery."
Maggie's grand daughter Margaret (Armstrong) Moe said, in 2001, that she had never seen a picture of Maggie in which Maggie was looking into the camera, except when she was very young. She always looked very sad, and looked off to the side, in photos.
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