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John F. Cummins was born in Crooked Creek Township on March 11, 1840, and passed away on July 28, 1911, aged 71 years, 4 months, and 17 days. His father, John Cummins, came to this county in 1838. John F. Cummins was reared in the vicinity of Rose Hill, Illinois, and attended his first school at what was known as the Chrisman School. Only a few are left who will remember this old schoolhouse. We believe William Kilgore is the only teacher of this school now living.
The subject of this obituary attended school in the winter when a youth and helped to break the wild prairie in the summer, often driving four yoke of oxen. At the age of twenty, he went to Coles County to farm, and in August 1862 enlisted in Co. E., 97th Illinois Volunteers. After a short service he was discharged from the hospital at Memphis, Tennessee.
In August 1863, he was married to Henrietta Fawcett, who bore him seven children, of whom four are yet living--Mary A. Ambrose of Casey, Emory V., C.R., and F.N., all living
near the home.
Deceased was a member of the U.B. Church at Plainfield, joining in early life. He was a trustee when the house of worship was erected. His funeral was preached by Rev. Pearce of Marshall at the Plainfield Church, and his body was borne by comrades of the Grand Army to the cemetery adjoining. A few of his company were present.
One by one the ranks are broken, one by one the death bugle sounds, one by one they are carried to their last resting place, and while laid beneath the cold clay, we must remember that the grave covers every defect, every error, every misstep, and while casting our last look upon the casket, we must not forget that man, while here on earth, has never reached perfection. It is human to err, divine to forgive, and no one has lived but what has done more or less good. We must not live to ourselves, we must remember that we are all living in the flesh and the flesh is sin, but there is a feeling lurking within that guides and directs our every step if we so desire to follow.
While the stars and stripes floated in the breeze, it spoke and showed that the deceased had been loyal to his country. As the flag was carried in advance, it showed the younger people that the deceased had, in days past, followed the same.
John F. Cummins was born in Crooked Creek Township on March 11, 1840, and passed away on July 28, 1911, aged 71 years, 4 months, and 17 days. His father, John Cummins, came to this county in 1838. John F. Cummins was reared in the vicinity of Rose Hill, Illinois, and attended his first school at what was known as the Chrisman School. Only a few are left who will remember this old schoolhouse. We believe William Kilgore is the only teacher of this school now living.
The subject of this obituary attended school in the winter when a youth and helped to break the wild prairie in the summer, often driving four yoke of oxen. At the age of twenty, he went to Coles County to farm, and in August 1862 enlisted in Co. E., 97th Illinois Volunteers. After a short service he was discharged from the hospital at Memphis, Tennessee.
In August 1863, he was married to Henrietta Fawcett, who bore him seven children, of whom four are yet living--Mary A. Ambrose of Casey, Emory V., C.R., and F.N., all living
near the home.
Deceased was a member of the U.B. Church at Plainfield, joining in early life. He was a trustee when the house of worship was erected. His funeral was preached by Rev. Pearce of Marshall at the Plainfield Church, and his body was borne by comrades of the Grand Army to the cemetery adjoining. A few of his company were present.
One by one the ranks are broken, one by one the death bugle sounds, one by one they are carried to their last resting place, and while laid beneath the cold clay, we must remember that the grave covers every defect, every error, every misstep, and while casting our last look upon the casket, we must not forget that man, while here on earth, has never reached perfection. It is human to err, divine to forgive, and no one has lived but what has done more or less good. We must not live to ourselves, we must remember that we are all living in the flesh and the flesh is sin, but there is a feeling lurking within that guides and directs our every step if we so desire to follow.
While the stars and stripes floated in the breeze, it spoke and showed that the deceased had been loyal to his country. As the flag was carried in advance, it showed the younger people that the deceased had, in days past, followed the same.
Written for the Press.
John F. Cummins was born in Crooked Creek Township on March 11, 1840, and passed away on July 28, 1911, aged 71 years, 4 months, and 17 days. His father, John Cummins, came to this county in 1838. John F. Cummins was reared in the vicinity of Rose Hill, Illinois, and attended his first school at what was known as the Chrisman School. Only a few are left who will remember this old schoolhouse. We believe William Kilgore is the only teacher of this school now living.
The subject of this obituary attended school in the winter when a youth and helped to break the wild prairie in the summer, often driving four yoke of oxen. At the age of twenty, he went to Coles County to farm, and in August 1862 enlisted in Co. E., 97th Illinois Volunteers. After a short service he was discharged from the hospital at Memphis, Tennessee.
In August 1863, he was married to Henrietta Fawcett, who bore him seven children, of whom four are yet living--Mary A. Ambrose of Casey, Emory V., C.R., and F.N., all living
near the home.
Deceased was a member of the U.B. Church at Plainfield, joining in early life. He was a trustee when the house of worship was erected. His funeral was preached by Rev. Pearce of Marshall at the Plainfield Church, and his body was borne by comrades of the Grand Army to the cemetery adjoining. A few of his company were present.
One by one the ranks are broken, one by one the death bugle sounds, one by one they are carried to their last resting place, and while laid beneath the cold clay, we must remember that the grave covers every defect, every error, every misstep, and while casting our last look upon the casket, we must not forget that man, while here on earth, has never reached perfection. It is human to err, divine to forgive, and no one has lived but what has done more or less good. We must not live to ourselves, we must remember that we are all living in the flesh and the flesh is sin, but there is a feeling lurking within that guides and directs our every step if we so desire to follow.
While the stars and stripes floated in the breeze, it spoke and showed that the deceased had been loyal to his country. As the flag was carried in advance, it showed the younger people that the deceased had, in days past, followed the same.
John F. Cummins was born in Crooked Creek Township on March 11, 1840, and passed away on July 28, 1911, aged 71 years, 4 months, and 17 days. His father, John Cummins, came to this county in 1838. John F. Cummins was reared in the vicinity of Rose Hill, Illinois, and attended his first school at what was known as the Chrisman School. Only a few are left who will remember this old schoolhouse. We believe William Kilgore is the only teacher of this school now living.
The subject of this obituary attended school in the winter when a youth and helped to break the wild prairie in the summer, often driving four yoke of oxen. At the age of twenty, he went to Coles County to farm, and in August 1862 enlisted in Co. E., 97th Illinois Volunteers. After a short service he was discharged from the hospital at Memphis, Tennessee.
In August 1863, he was married to Henrietta Fawcett, who bore him seven children, of whom four are yet living--Mary A. Ambrose of Casey, Emory V., C.R., and F.N., all living
near the home.
Deceased was a member of the U.B. Church at Plainfield, joining in early life. He was a trustee when the house of worship was erected. His funeral was preached by Rev. Pearce of Marshall at the Plainfield Church, and his body was borne by comrades of the Grand Army to the cemetery adjoining. A few of his company were present.
One by one the ranks are broken, one by one the death bugle sounds, one by one they are carried to their last resting place, and while laid beneath the cold clay, we must remember that the grave covers every defect, every error, every misstep, and while casting our last look upon the casket, we must not forget that man, while here on earth, has never reached perfection. It is human to err, divine to forgive, and no one has lived but what has done more or less good. We must not live to ourselves, we must remember that we are all living in the flesh and the flesh is sin, but there is a feeling lurking within that guides and directs our every step if we so desire to follow.
While the stars and stripes floated in the breeze, it spoke and showed that the deceased had been loyal to his country. As the flag was carried in advance, it showed the younger people that the deceased had, in days past, followed the same.
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