Thursday, March 16, 2017

In Loving Memory-Elizabeth Peacher




Funeral Memorial Card of Elizabeth Peacher.

     I was intrigued when I came across these two pieces of funereal ephemera- a Remembrance memorial card and a program from the service of Mrs. Elizabeth Peacher. Obviously a wife and mother much loved and a woman held in respect within her community who led a hardworking, full and long life.





First page of Elizabeth's program with personal information.


     Elizabeth (Wilson) Peacher was born on the 23rd of October, 1825 in Paris, Tennessee, the daughter of Benjamin Wilson originally of Virginia.


An excerpt from the program...


"Mrs. Elizabeth Peacher was the wide of James Peacher who died November 1, 1890. They came to Linn County, Missouri in 1850. Sons and daughters living;"


Mrs.Mary Palmer                             William R. Peacher
Clinton J. Peacher                             Alfred Leo Peacher 
David J. Peacher                               Mrs. James Glenn
John W. Peacher                               Mrs. Amanda Woods
Jesse W. Peacher
George B. Peacher


     Elizabeth died on the 13th of December 1910 in Linneus, Missouri at the age of 85 from "lobar pneumonia."


     Her services were held at her home and she was interred at Rose Hill Cemetery in Brookfield, MO. The Rev. F.A. Henry presided and a choir of four sang "Jesus, Love of My Soul", "Rock of Ages" and "Shall We Gather at the River." There was a wreath of roses, carnations, and sweet peas presented by her children and a spray of carnations and ferns from Mrs. Rusk, the funeral directors wife.














Upon the Remembrance card is a poem... Gone But Not Forgotten


A precious one from us has gone,
A voice we loved is stilled;
A place is vacant in our home,
Which never can be filled.
God in his wisdom has recalled,
The boon his love had given,
And though the body slumbers here,
The soul is safe in heaven.









Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Celebrating Women's History Month



     When I was seventeen my "Auntie" Carolyn, my Mom's childhood best friend gave me a gift of a genealogy kit for Christmas. Carolyn was a passionate family historian and she often shared the thrill of her hunt with me and when I showed interest...well she thought to start me off on that road. Little did I know it would lead to a life long pursuit. I love a mystery. I love history. I love to research. Once you catch the scent of the trail you are hopelessly ensnared!


     One of the things I discovered early on was that the focus of family history is on the patriarchal line...that is, on the life and accomplishments of the man. A woman took a decidedly supporting role as first the property of her father and eventually the property of her husband. All too frequently I found little personal information about a grandmother except for how many children she had given birth to, sometimes not even her first or maiden name was to be found. With a fairly high mortality rate women were often lost in childbirth and husbands with a full house of children needed to find a replacement fast- sometimes 2-3 wives in quick succession. Being a genealogist that craves personal information over just names and dates I was driven to discover my grandmothers. I have searched for years in town or family histories, in newspapers, or private family documents. It has become my quest of sorts to give these overlooked women a voice. Not a lot was documented is the plain truth.


     I thought to celebrate Women's history month I would share some of the stories I have found; some of the gleanings from the lives of these extra-ordinary women who loved, supported, encouraged, cooked, cleaned, protected, nursed, washed and cared for their families. They too helped forge this country. They had incredible courage, perseverance, and strength. They should take their rightful place which is next to their husbands, not behind.



















"Don't Mess with Momma"


     A woman's first instinct is to protect her family and all she holds dear so no doubt she will use any weapon that is near at hand when she goes on the attack. This is a story I came across of one Mrs. Josiah Wheeler (first and maiden name still being researched!) who lived on Bean Porridge Hill, Westminster, Mass. As the story goes, they were having a terrible time with a mischievous visitor to their farm...a hungry bear intent on helping himself to their barnyard animals and garden. The bear would normally plunder during the dark of night but one day, perhaps due to hunger or emboldened by the thus far easy pickings, he struck during the day.
     Mrs. Wheeler was alone in the kitchen and her husband was working far afield that day when she heard the chickens making a great fuss. Stepping to the door she caught sight of the large bear slowly approaching the farm yard. Without much forethought she dashed from the house straight towards the great bear screaming at the top of her lungs, making wild gestures with her arms and then "flirting violently an immense apron, which she chanced to have on, almost in the face of the unwelcome visitor!"
     Apparently the bear was quite disconcerted by this weapon of choice and just stood there for a moment in "meditation" before turning on his heels and high-tailing it back to the woods as fast as he could go. Mrs. Wheeler had saved the day with a flapping sail of an apron and a whole lot of attitude!




Found in the History of Westminster, MA by Heywood.