kin can be elusive, notorious in fact with
legacies to be recalled by generations hence
more curious than how they lived, accounts
of how they died, some of causes natural
while others met the sword midst battle cries
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s Daily Stanza Challenge.
I have found that records of how my ancestors died can be an interesting window into the times that they lived. I discovered the obituary for my 3rd Great Grandfather, Henry Orwick. Henry was born on the 2nd of July 1833 in Virginia. He married my 3rd Great Grandmother, Malinda C. Martin, in Indiana on 10 May 1855 and from census records it appears that they made their home in Indiana, where they lived for the rest of their lives. Henry served in the Union Army, when he was 30 years old, in the 144th Regiment, Indiana Infantry. The 1864 United States Census records that Henry was a Hog Farmer, having slaughtered in excess of 100 lbs of the beasts that year. Henry and Malinda had 5 or six children. My great great grandmother, Amanda was born in 1874. But it was Henry’s death that caused quite a stir. Here is the excerpt of his obituary, found by a distant cousin (I assume) at the Cordyn, Indiana Library. It may actually be the most interesting thing about this common man who I call great, great, great…
Sudden Death of Henry Orwick
Henry Orwick, of Leavenworth, died suddenly at that place last Monday. He had been deputed to serve attachment papers against a steamboat tying at that place, and while holding the line attached to the boat, he was seen to throw up his hands and fall backward. It was, at first thought he had been shot, but it was afterward learned that he had died of heart failure.
August 14th, 2018 at 2:19 am
The great-grandmother I knew was born in 1874 too. She’s the furthest back I go. Nobody knows where either her father or mother were born except that it was North Tipperary, and my great-grandmother never remembered the name of the place she was born either. They had an uncommon name, so you’d think it would be easier to trace, but my mother never came up with anything.
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August 14th, 2018 at 12:39 pm
I had pretty much given up on finding anymore relatives on my dad’s side. And then the photo emerged. He father was Swedish and his mother, Irish. Neither group keeps good records. It’s like a treasure hunt! 🙂
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August 14th, 2018 at 4:45 pm
You’ve been lucky with the photos!
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August 14th, 2018 at 4:54 pm
Yes. Fortunately people have passed them down. 🙂
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August 14th, 2018 at 4:58 pm
🙂
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August 14th, 2018 at 4:23 pm
Another Fantabulous familial tribute. 😎🥀
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August 16th, 2018 at 3:08 am
What an amazing life he lead, nothing comon or ordinary when you compare our cosseted existances, it’s all so interesting Kat! 💜
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August 16th, 2018 at 12:12 pm
Thanks Willow! 😊 I don’t imagine anyone will be writing about my life a hundred years from now! 😉
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