DIED
Friday morning, December 20, 1889, at 2:50 o’clock, Mary Josephine, wife of D. R. Streeter, in the 28th year of her age.
She had been sick for several days, both before and after the birth of her tiny baby girl. No one thought she was in immediate danger until a few hours before she died. She passed away gently and peacefully. She expressed a wish to be buried on the homestead, where her husband and little ones might be near her as in life. She leaves two babies – Frank, aged 20 months, and the tiny girl which is but a week old; and two foster-children (Clarence and Ethel,) aged 12 and 8 years respectively, to whom she was truly a mother. She has been the writer’s guardian angel since we were married, 9 years ago, and her words of encouragement have always been ready to help him. She it was who first advocated the founding of the RECORD. It has been her pride, and she alone deserves credit for its success. No halting faith in the future of her chosen home was hers.
In the past all was light – in the future all will be darkness.
And now, true, bright, happy and loving spirit, good-bye! And if, in that better land, knowledge of the affairs of earth is given, mamma – dear mamma – watch over the babies.
**The Emmons County Record, Friday, December 20, 1889, Page 1.
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AT REST
The funeral of Mrs. Streeter took place last Sunday. Prayer was offered by the Rev. A. J. Kinkade at the family residence. The funeral sermon was by the Rev. J. W. Worst, at the schoolhouse. It was an eloquent tribute to the memory of the dead wife and mother. Among the settlers in this and adjacent townships there were few absent from the funeral. So many people had never before assembled in Emmons county. The news had only reached a few distant points in the county, but from Winchester there came a number of the writer’s Grand Army comrades and others. Rev. John Parker offered prayer preceding Senator Worst’s address, and Rev. Garry at its conclusion. Appropriate hymns were sung by the Williamsport choir. At the conclusion of the services those present passed in single file by the coffin to take a last look at the face of one who in life had been dear to all, and even on the faces of strong men tears were streaming. The procession moved to the place selected for burial on the homestead, and soon the casket containing all that was mortal of the brave little woman who but a few days ago was so full of life and love and hope was hidden from view.
Known as she was by everybody in this county and many in neighboring counties, a few words concerning her life will not be amiss. Mary Josephine Streeter (nee Nugent) was born in Brantford, Canada, of Irish parents, and came with them to Chicago when she was about two years old. After that time she was never a dozen miles away from the city until in 1883, two years after her marriage, she went to Bismarck with her husband. From the very first she loved her new home, knowing well its possibilities for people with small capital as compared with the older regions, and her faith in the prosperous future of the Dakotas never wavered. We had taken claims in Emmons county in the fall of ’83. In February, 1884, the writer returned to Chicago, determined to remain, and left her to sell out some real estate, which she did. But she did not wish her husband to return to the unseasonable hours and unwholesome atmosphere of a morning newspaper, and she disliked to give up the claims. About a fortnight before she was to return to her old home she met a couple of Emmons county ladies in Bismarck and at once became an enthusiast over the starting of a newspaper in the young and sparsely settled county. She called on the Williamsport townsite proprietors and found them favorable to the founding of a paper. The writer, like nine tenths of those who leave Dakota, was anxious to return. He disliked to lose his claims, but knew that his farming must be done in proximity to a printing office. He made arrangements to return to Bismarck. Material was ordered and pending its arrival, we took up our residence on the pre-emption at Buchanan. Only part of the payment for the Bismarck property had been in cash, most of it went to buy the office and funds were low. The writer was not sanguine of success, and suggested on day that, if there was not an immediate income, there might be hunger. “Oh, we must succeed,” said she. “As soon as the railroad comes we’ll be all right. If necessary, we can live on potatoes and turnips for a while.” But the people of the county almost without exception subscribed for the paper, and the public spirited business men of Bismarck – ever ready to help any factor tending to the building up of the Missouri Slope – came to its support. Our settlers dealt almost wholly in Bismarck, and while times were good in that city the paper’s chief income was from that source. But the editor could not attend to the outside business and print a readable paper; and there would have been nothing left after paying a competent journeyman printer. This was the first dilemma. One day she said: “Women – and good women – canvass for books and magazines in the cities. Why shouldn’t I go out and work for the RECORD, especially as success or failure seems to depend upon it?” So she went to Bismarck; and a happier woman never lived than she, on her return from Bismarck with three columns of new advertising. Having then no children, from that time on she was always at work in the interests of the paper; and how faithful and successful were her endeavors all know. Friends would sometimes suggest that the money made be saved until the qualities of the country were better known; but she never doubted for an instant, and she would say: “It is right that every dollar we make here we should invest here. What good is money unless it is used to make a home?”
She was much better known to the people of Emmons and adjacent counties than her husband, whose duties have kept him constantly at home. She was welcome everywhere. Her voice was kind and cheery, and she had a pleasant word for every one; and the kindly greeting was not only of the tongue, but from the heart. She hated nothing but can’t, hypocrisy and affectation, and she judged people by their acts rather than by their professions. To the writer – who met her in Bismarck a few weeks ago, on her return from a visit to her old home, having with her a little girl whom she had taken from an orphan asylum in St. Paul – she said: “I wish I was rich enough to bring out all those dear little ones from the asylum and get them good homes with our people.” She was happy in seeing others happy.
Mrs. Streeter was a Catholic, and to Mrs. Thurber she said, two days before her death: “I shall never recover; but I want it kept from my husband as long as possible. He has nothing but the paper with which to support himself and the children. It must be printed this week (as there are legal advertisements running). If he knows I am so ill he cannot work. I want to be buried here on the claim, and I want my husband and the children to remain in this country. But, if he returns to Chicago with them, let my remains be taken there and buried in Calvary, the Catholic cemetery.” A short time before her death, while in a raging fever, she stretched out her arms and cried: “Bring me my babies.” It was the last time she spoke.
The happy, courageous little woman who laid down her burden just as the hardships of a pioneer life were about overcome was a type of the thousands of noble women who, uncomplaining and hopeful, are toiling and foregoing to build up homes for those dear to them. The soldiers who went forth to battle for the nation’s unity did no grander work than the brave mothers and daughters who have helped and are helping to wrest from nature for the nation’s greatness.
**The Emmons County Record, Friday, December 27, 1889, Page 1.
Friday morning, December 20, 1889, at 2:50 o’clock, Mary Josephine, wife of D. R. Streeter, in the 28th year of her age.
She had been sick for several days, both before and after the birth of her tiny baby girl. No one thought she was in immediate danger until a few hours before she died. She passed away gently and peacefully. She expressed a wish to be buried on the homestead, where her husband and little ones might be near her as in life. She leaves two babies – Frank, aged 20 months, and the tiny girl which is but a week old; and two foster-children (Clarence and Ethel,) aged 12 and 8 years respectively, to whom she was truly a mother. She has been the writer’s guardian angel since we were married, 9 years ago, and her words of encouragement have always been ready to help him. She it was who first advocated the founding of the RECORD. It has been her pride, and she alone deserves credit for its success. No halting faith in the future of her chosen home was hers.
In the past all was light – in the future all will be darkness.
And now, true, bright, happy and loving spirit, good-bye! And if, in that better land, knowledge of the affairs of earth is given, mamma – dear mamma – watch over the babies.
**The Emmons County Record, Friday, December 20, 1889, Page 1.
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AT REST
The funeral of Mrs. Streeter took place last Sunday. Prayer was offered by the Rev. A. J. Kinkade at the family residence. The funeral sermon was by the Rev. J. W. Worst, at the schoolhouse. It was an eloquent tribute to the memory of the dead wife and mother. Among the settlers in this and adjacent townships there were few absent from the funeral. So many people had never before assembled in Emmons county. The news had only reached a few distant points in the county, but from Winchester there came a number of the writer’s Grand Army comrades and others. Rev. John Parker offered prayer preceding Senator Worst’s address, and Rev. Garry at its conclusion. Appropriate hymns were sung by the Williamsport choir. At the conclusion of the services those present passed in single file by the coffin to take a last look at the face of one who in life had been dear to all, and even on the faces of strong men tears were streaming. The procession moved to the place selected for burial on the homestead, and soon the casket containing all that was mortal of the brave little woman who but a few days ago was so full of life and love and hope was hidden from view.
Known as she was by everybody in this county and many in neighboring counties, a few words concerning her life will not be amiss. Mary Josephine Streeter (nee Nugent) was born in Brantford, Canada, of Irish parents, and came with them to Chicago when she was about two years old. After that time she was never a dozen miles away from the city until in 1883, two years after her marriage, she went to Bismarck with her husband. From the very first she loved her new home, knowing well its possibilities for people with small capital as compared with the older regions, and her faith in the prosperous future of the Dakotas never wavered. We had taken claims in Emmons county in the fall of ’83. In February, 1884, the writer returned to Chicago, determined to remain, and left her to sell out some real estate, which she did. But she did not wish her husband to return to the unseasonable hours and unwholesome atmosphere of a morning newspaper, and she disliked to give up the claims. About a fortnight before she was to return to her old home she met a couple of Emmons county ladies in Bismarck and at once became an enthusiast over the starting of a newspaper in the young and sparsely settled county. She called on the Williamsport townsite proprietors and found them favorable to the founding of a paper. The writer, like nine tenths of those who leave Dakota, was anxious to return. He disliked to lose his claims, but knew that his farming must be done in proximity to a printing office. He made arrangements to return to Bismarck. Material was ordered and pending its arrival, we took up our residence on the pre-emption at Buchanan. Only part of the payment for the Bismarck property had been in cash, most of it went to buy the office and funds were low. The writer was not sanguine of success, and suggested on day that, if there was not an immediate income, there might be hunger. “Oh, we must succeed,” said she. “As soon as the railroad comes we’ll be all right. If necessary, we can live on potatoes and turnips for a while.” But the people of the county almost without exception subscribed for the paper, and the public spirited business men of Bismarck – ever ready to help any factor tending to the building up of the Missouri Slope – came to its support. Our settlers dealt almost wholly in Bismarck, and while times were good in that city the paper’s chief income was from that source. But the editor could not attend to the outside business and print a readable paper; and there would have been nothing left after paying a competent journeyman printer. This was the first dilemma. One day she said: “Women – and good women – canvass for books and magazines in the cities. Why shouldn’t I go out and work for the RECORD, especially as success or failure seems to depend upon it?” So she went to Bismarck; and a happier woman never lived than she, on her return from Bismarck with three columns of new advertising. Having then no children, from that time on she was always at work in the interests of the paper; and how faithful and successful were her endeavors all know. Friends would sometimes suggest that the money made be saved until the qualities of the country were better known; but she never doubted for an instant, and she would say: “It is right that every dollar we make here we should invest here. What good is money unless it is used to make a home?”
She was much better known to the people of Emmons and adjacent counties than her husband, whose duties have kept him constantly at home. She was welcome everywhere. Her voice was kind and cheery, and she had a pleasant word for every one; and the kindly greeting was not only of the tongue, but from the heart. She hated nothing but can’t, hypocrisy and affectation, and she judged people by their acts rather than by their professions. To the writer – who met her in Bismarck a few weeks ago, on her return from a visit to her old home, having with her a little girl whom she had taken from an orphan asylum in St. Paul – she said: “I wish I was rich enough to bring out all those dear little ones from the asylum and get them good homes with our people.” She was happy in seeing others happy.
Mrs. Streeter was a Catholic, and to Mrs. Thurber she said, two days before her death: “I shall never recover; but I want it kept from my husband as long as possible. He has nothing but the paper with which to support himself and the children. It must be printed this week (as there are legal advertisements running). If he knows I am so ill he cannot work. I want to be buried here on the claim, and I want my husband and the children to remain in this country. But, if he returns to Chicago with them, let my remains be taken there and buried in Calvary, the Catholic cemetery.” A short time before her death, while in a raging fever, she stretched out her arms and cried: “Bring me my babies.” It was the last time she spoke.
The happy, courageous little woman who laid down her burden just as the hardships of a pioneer life were about overcome was a type of the thousands of noble women who, uncomplaining and hopeful, are toiling and foregoing to build up homes for those dear to them. The soldiers who went forth to battle for the nation’s unity did no grander work than the brave mothers and daughters who have helped and are helping to wrest from nature for the nation’s greatness.
**The Emmons County Record, Friday, December 27, 1889, Page 1.
DIED
Friday morning, December 20, 1889, at 2:50 o’clock, Mary Josephine, wife of D. R. Streeter, in the 28th year of her age.
She had been sick for several days, both before and after the birth of her tiny baby girl. No one thought she was in immediate danger until a few hours before she died. She passed away gently and peacefully. She expressed a wish to be buried on the homestead, where her husband and little ones might be near her as in life. She leaves two babies – Frank, aged 20 months, and the tiny girl which is but a week old; and two foster-children (Clarence and Ethel,) aged 12 and 8 years respectively, to whom she was truly a mother. She has been the writer’s guardian angel since we were married, 9 years ago, and her words of encouragement have always been ready to help him. She it was who first advocated the founding of the RECORD. It has been her pride, and she alone deserves credit for its success. No halting faith in the future of her chosen home was hers.
In the past all was light – in the future all will be darkness.
And now, true, bright, happy and loving spirit, good-bye! And if, in that better land, knowledge of the affairs of earth is given, mamma – dear mamma – watch over the babies.
**The Emmons County Record, Friday, December 20, 1889, Page 1.
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AT REST
The funeral of Mrs. Streeter took place last Sunday. Prayer was offered by the Rev. A. J. Kinkade at the family residence. The funeral sermon was by the Rev. J. W. Worst, at the schoolhouse. It was an eloquent tribute to the memory of the dead wife and mother. Among the settlers in this and adjacent townships there were few absent from the funeral. So many people had never before assembled in Emmons county. The news had only reached a few distant points in the county, but from Winchester there came a number of the writer’s Grand Army comrades and others. Rev. John Parker offered prayer preceding Senator Worst’s address, and Rev. Garry at its conclusion. Appropriate hymns were sung by the Williamsport choir. At the conclusion of the services those present passed in single file by the coffin to take a last look at the face of one who in life had been dear to all, and even on the faces of strong men tears were streaming. The procession moved to the place selected for burial on the homestead, and soon the casket containing all that was mortal of the brave little woman who but a few days ago was so full of life and love and hope was hidden from view.
Known as she was by everybody in this county and many in neighboring counties, a few words concerning her life will not be amiss. Mary Josephine Streeter (nee Nugent) was born in Brantford, Canada, of Irish parents, and came with them to Chicago when she was about two years old. After that time she was never a dozen miles away from the city until in 1883, two years after her marriage, she went to Bismarck with her husband. From the very first she loved her new home, knowing well its possibilities for people with small capital as compared with the older regions, and her faith in the prosperous future of the Dakotas never wavered. We had taken claims in Emmons county in the fall of ’83. In February, 1884, the writer returned to Chicago, determined to remain, and left her to sell out some real estate, which she did. But she did not wish her husband to return to the unseasonable hours and unwholesome atmosphere of a morning newspaper, and she disliked to give up the claims. About a fortnight before she was to return to her old home she met a couple of Emmons county ladies in Bismarck and at once became an enthusiast over the starting of a newspaper in the young and sparsely settled county. She called on the Williamsport townsite proprietors and found them favorable to the founding of a paper. The writer, like nine tenths of those who leave Dakota, was anxious to return. He disliked to lose his claims, but knew that his farming must be done in proximity to a printing office. He made arrangements to return to Bismarck. Material was ordered and pending its arrival, we took up our residence on the pre-emption at Buchanan. Only part of the payment for the Bismarck property had been in cash, most of it went to buy the office and funds were low. The writer was not sanguine of success, and suggested on day that, if there was not an immediate income, there might be hunger. “Oh, we must succeed,” said she. “As soon as the railroad comes we’ll be all right. If necessary, we can live on potatoes and turnips for a while.” But the people of the county almost without exception subscribed for the paper, and the public spirited business men of Bismarck – ever ready to help any factor tending to the building up of the Missouri Slope – came to its support. Our settlers dealt almost wholly in Bismarck, and while times were good in that city the paper’s chief income was from that source. But the editor could not attend to the outside business and print a readable paper; and there would have been nothing left after paying a competent journeyman printer. This was the first dilemma. One day she said: “Women – and good women – canvass for books and magazines in the cities. Why shouldn’t I go out and work for the RECORD, especially as success or failure seems to depend upon it?” So she went to Bismarck; and a happier woman never lived than she, on her return from Bismarck with three columns of new advertising. Having then no children, from that time on she was always at work in the interests of the paper; and how faithful and successful were her endeavors all know. Friends would sometimes suggest that the money made be saved until the qualities of the country were better known; but she never doubted for an instant, and she would say: “It is right that every dollar we make here we should invest here. What good is money unless it is used to make a home?”
She was much better known to the people of Emmons and adjacent counties than her husband, whose duties have kept him constantly at home. She was welcome everywhere. Her voice was kind and cheery, and she had a pleasant word for every one; and the kindly greeting was not only of the tongue, but from the heart. She hated nothing but can’t, hypocrisy and affectation, and she judged people by their acts rather than by their professions. To the writer – who met her in Bismarck a few weeks ago, on her return from a visit to her old home, having with her a little girl whom she had taken from an orphan asylum in St. Paul – she said: “I wish I was rich enough to bring out all those dear little ones from the asylum and get them good homes with our people.” She was happy in seeing others happy.
Mrs. Streeter was a Catholic, and to Mrs. Thurber she said, two days before her death: “I shall never recover; but I want it kept from my husband as long as possible. He has nothing but the paper with which to support himself and the children. It must be printed this week (as there are legal advertisements running). If he knows I am so ill he cannot work. I want to be buried here on the claim, and I want my husband and the children to remain in this country. But, if he returns to Chicago with them, let my remains be taken there and buried in Calvary, the Catholic cemetery.” A short time before her death, while in a raging fever, she stretched out her arms and cried: “Bring me my babies.” It was the last time she spoke.
The happy, courageous little woman who laid down her burden just as the hardships of a pioneer life were about overcome was a type of the thousands of noble women who, uncomplaining and hopeful, are toiling and foregoing to build up homes for those dear to them. The soldiers who went forth to battle for the nation’s unity did no grander work than the brave mothers and daughters who have helped and are helping to wrest from nature for the nation’s greatness.
**The Emmons County Record, Friday, December 27, 1889, Page 1.
Friday morning, December 20, 1889, at 2:50 o’clock, Mary Josephine, wife of D. R. Streeter, in the 28th year of her age.
She had been sick for several days, both before and after the birth of her tiny baby girl. No one thought she was in immediate danger until a few hours before she died. She passed away gently and peacefully. She expressed a wish to be buried on the homestead, where her husband and little ones might be near her as in life. She leaves two babies – Frank, aged 20 months, and the tiny girl which is but a week old; and two foster-children (Clarence and Ethel,) aged 12 and 8 years respectively, to whom she was truly a mother. She has been the writer’s guardian angel since we were married, 9 years ago, and her words of encouragement have always been ready to help him. She it was who first advocated the founding of the RECORD. It has been her pride, and she alone deserves credit for its success. No halting faith in the future of her chosen home was hers.
In the past all was light – in the future all will be darkness.
And now, true, bright, happy and loving spirit, good-bye! And if, in that better land, knowledge of the affairs of earth is given, mamma – dear mamma – watch over the babies.
**The Emmons County Record, Friday, December 20, 1889, Page 1.
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AT REST
The funeral of Mrs. Streeter took place last Sunday. Prayer was offered by the Rev. A. J. Kinkade at the family residence. The funeral sermon was by the Rev. J. W. Worst, at the schoolhouse. It was an eloquent tribute to the memory of the dead wife and mother. Among the settlers in this and adjacent townships there were few absent from the funeral. So many people had never before assembled in Emmons county. The news had only reached a few distant points in the county, but from Winchester there came a number of the writer’s Grand Army comrades and others. Rev. John Parker offered prayer preceding Senator Worst’s address, and Rev. Garry at its conclusion. Appropriate hymns were sung by the Williamsport choir. At the conclusion of the services those present passed in single file by the coffin to take a last look at the face of one who in life had been dear to all, and even on the faces of strong men tears were streaming. The procession moved to the place selected for burial on the homestead, and soon the casket containing all that was mortal of the brave little woman who but a few days ago was so full of life and love and hope was hidden from view.
Known as she was by everybody in this county and many in neighboring counties, a few words concerning her life will not be amiss. Mary Josephine Streeter (nee Nugent) was born in Brantford, Canada, of Irish parents, and came with them to Chicago when she was about two years old. After that time she was never a dozen miles away from the city until in 1883, two years after her marriage, she went to Bismarck with her husband. From the very first she loved her new home, knowing well its possibilities for people with small capital as compared with the older regions, and her faith in the prosperous future of the Dakotas never wavered. We had taken claims in Emmons county in the fall of ’83. In February, 1884, the writer returned to Chicago, determined to remain, and left her to sell out some real estate, which she did. But she did not wish her husband to return to the unseasonable hours and unwholesome atmosphere of a morning newspaper, and she disliked to give up the claims. About a fortnight before she was to return to her old home she met a couple of Emmons county ladies in Bismarck and at once became an enthusiast over the starting of a newspaper in the young and sparsely settled county. She called on the Williamsport townsite proprietors and found them favorable to the founding of a paper. The writer, like nine tenths of those who leave Dakota, was anxious to return. He disliked to lose his claims, but knew that his farming must be done in proximity to a printing office. He made arrangements to return to Bismarck. Material was ordered and pending its arrival, we took up our residence on the pre-emption at Buchanan. Only part of the payment for the Bismarck property had been in cash, most of it went to buy the office and funds were low. The writer was not sanguine of success, and suggested on day that, if there was not an immediate income, there might be hunger. “Oh, we must succeed,” said she. “As soon as the railroad comes we’ll be all right. If necessary, we can live on potatoes and turnips for a while.” But the people of the county almost without exception subscribed for the paper, and the public spirited business men of Bismarck – ever ready to help any factor tending to the building up of the Missouri Slope – came to its support. Our settlers dealt almost wholly in Bismarck, and while times were good in that city the paper’s chief income was from that source. But the editor could not attend to the outside business and print a readable paper; and there would have been nothing left after paying a competent journeyman printer. This was the first dilemma. One day she said: “Women – and good women – canvass for books and magazines in the cities. Why shouldn’t I go out and work for the RECORD, especially as success or failure seems to depend upon it?” So she went to Bismarck; and a happier woman never lived than she, on her return from Bismarck with three columns of new advertising. Having then no children, from that time on she was always at work in the interests of the paper; and how faithful and successful were her endeavors all know. Friends would sometimes suggest that the money made be saved until the qualities of the country were better known; but she never doubted for an instant, and she would say: “It is right that every dollar we make here we should invest here. What good is money unless it is used to make a home?”
She was much better known to the people of Emmons and adjacent counties than her husband, whose duties have kept him constantly at home. She was welcome everywhere. Her voice was kind and cheery, and she had a pleasant word for every one; and the kindly greeting was not only of the tongue, but from the heart. She hated nothing but can’t, hypocrisy and affectation, and she judged people by their acts rather than by their professions. To the writer – who met her in Bismarck a few weeks ago, on her return from a visit to her old home, having with her a little girl whom she had taken from an orphan asylum in St. Paul – she said: “I wish I was rich enough to bring out all those dear little ones from the asylum and get them good homes with our people.” She was happy in seeing others happy.
Mrs. Streeter was a Catholic, and to Mrs. Thurber she said, two days before her death: “I shall never recover; but I want it kept from my husband as long as possible. He has nothing but the paper with which to support himself and the children. It must be printed this week (as there are legal advertisements running). If he knows I am so ill he cannot work. I want to be buried here on the claim, and I want my husband and the children to remain in this country. But, if he returns to Chicago with them, let my remains be taken there and buried in Calvary, the Catholic cemetery.” A short time before her death, while in a raging fever, she stretched out her arms and cried: “Bring me my babies.” It was the last time she spoke.
The happy, courageous little woman who laid down her burden just as the hardships of a pioneer life were about overcome was a type of the thousands of noble women who, uncomplaining and hopeful, are toiling and foregoing to build up homes for those dear to them. The soldiers who went forth to battle for the nation’s unity did no grander work than the brave mothers and daughters who have helped and are helping to wrest from nature for the nation’s greatness.
**The Emmons County Record, Friday, December 27, 1889, Page 1.
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