Grace May Allbery stated the parents named him after Union General Grant and Confederate General James Ewell Brown Stuart.
Never married.
1900 census shows he was living in the household of his parents.
Grant Allbery died at his home in North Blair at 6 o'clock Monday morning of tuberculosis of the lungs and the funeral was held at the house at 10 o'clock this morning, Rev Geo. Smith officiating. He was an employee of this office for about three years and had been foreman since Mr Osterman left. He had been fighting this dreaded disease for several years and up to about holiday time managed to keep pretty well. From this time he failed steadily but did not quit work until the middle of April. He was greatly emaciated and went out to visit his brother Will who lives on a farm near Chadron, Neb. hoping that the higher altitude would help his lungs, but the weather was cold and wet and he could not stay out of door as he had hoped so came home. He grew weaker and weaker and, of course, medicine did him no good, the disease being incurable at that stage. Death claimed him at 6 o'clock Monday morning while he was apparently asleep, his eyes remaining peacefully closed after his spirit was set free to wing its way to a fairer land than this. Grant was born in this city August 20th 1875, and was thus almost 30 years of age. He had lived here most of the time, having worked for a time in Wausa, Neb. and at South Omaha while his brother Denna was running the Stock reporter. He was an intelligent and careful workman and we shall greatly miss him as well also the other employees of the office. If we were to sum up his character in a sentence it would be this: "his proof was clean," and this would apply to his daily life as well as to his work. He was the baby of the family and was therefore idolized by his parents, especially by his invalid mother. the other members of the family are Will of Chadron, Denna of St.Louis, Frank of this city and Mrs. Charlie Rodman of Omaha, all of whom were present at the funeral. His poor, emaciated body now lies in the "city of the dead" but his spirit is free to go where he will, to see his mother in the home, to this office where he worked so long or to be at home with the Father of us all.
Sleep on, beloved, sleep, and take thy rest:
Lay down thy head upon thy Savior's breast;
We love thee well, but Jesus loves thee best--
Good night! Good night! Good night!
Calm is thy slumber as an infant's sleep;
But thou shalt wake no more to toil and weep;
Thine is a perfect rest, secure and deep--
Good night! Good night! Good night!
Until the shadows from the earth are cast;
until He gathers in His sheaves at last;
Until the twilight gloom be over-past--
Good night! Good night! Good night!
Never married.
1900 census shows he was living in the household of his parents.
Grant Allbery died at his home in North Blair at 6 o'clock Monday morning of tuberculosis of the lungs and the funeral was held at the house at 10 o'clock this morning, Rev Geo. Smith officiating. He was an employee of this office for about three years and had been foreman since Mr Osterman left. He had been fighting this dreaded disease for several years and up to about holiday time managed to keep pretty well. From this time he failed steadily but did not quit work until the middle of April. He was greatly emaciated and went out to visit his brother Will who lives on a farm near Chadron, Neb. hoping that the higher altitude would help his lungs, but the weather was cold and wet and he could not stay out of door as he had hoped so came home. He grew weaker and weaker and, of course, medicine did him no good, the disease being incurable at that stage. Death claimed him at 6 o'clock Monday morning while he was apparently asleep, his eyes remaining peacefully closed after his spirit was set free to wing its way to a fairer land than this. Grant was born in this city August 20th 1875, and was thus almost 30 years of age. He had lived here most of the time, having worked for a time in Wausa, Neb. and at South Omaha while his brother Denna was running the Stock reporter. He was an intelligent and careful workman and we shall greatly miss him as well also the other employees of the office. If we were to sum up his character in a sentence it would be this: "his proof was clean," and this would apply to his daily life as well as to his work. He was the baby of the family and was therefore idolized by his parents, especially by his invalid mother. the other members of the family are Will of Chadron, Denna of St.Louis, Frank of this city and Mrs. Charlie Rodman of Omaha, all of whom were present at the funeral. His poor, emaciated body now lies in the "city of the dead" but his spirit is free to go where he will, to see his mother in the home, to this office where he worked so long or to be at home with the Father of us all.
Sleep on, beloved, sleep, and take thy rest:
Lay down thy head upon thy Savior's breast;
We love thee well, but Jesus loves thee best--
Good night! Good night! Good night!
Calm is thy slumber as an infant's sleep;
But thou shalt wake no more to toil and weep;
Thine is a perfect rest, secure and deep--
Good night! Good night! Good night!
Until the shadows from the earth are cast;
until He gathers in His sheaves at last;
Until the twilight gloom be over-past--
Good night! Good night! Good night!
Grace May Allbery stated the parents named him after Union General Grant and Confederate General James Ewell Brown Stuart.
Never married.
1900 census shows he was living in the household of his parents.
Grant Allbery died at his home in North Blair at 6 o'clock Monday morning of tuberculosis of the lungs and the funeral was held at the house at 10 o'clock this morning, Rev Geo. Smith officiating. He was an employee of this office for about three years and had been foreman since Mr Osterman left. He had been fighting this dreaded disease for several years and up to about holiday time managed to keep pretty well. From this time he failed steadily but did not quit work until the middle of April. He was greatly emaciated and went out to visit his brother Will who lives on a farm near Chadron, Neb. hoping that the higher altitude would help his lungs, but the weather was cold and wet and he could not stay out of door as he had hoped so came home. He grew weaker and weaker and, of course, medicine did him no good, the disease being incurable at that stage. Death claimed him at 6 o'clock Monday morning while he was apparently asleep, his eyes remaining peacefully closed after his spirit was set free to wing its way to a fairer land than this. Grant was born in this city August 20th 1875, and was thus almost 30 years of age. He had lived here most of the time, having worked for a time in Wausa, Neb. and at South Omaha while his brother Denna was running the Stock reporter. He was an intelligent and careful workman and we shall greatly miss him as well also the other employees of the office. If we were to sum up his character in a sentence it would be this: "his proof was clean," and this would apply to his daily life as well as to his work. He was the baby of the family and was therefore idolized by his parents, especially by his invalid mother. the other members of the family are Will of Chadron, Denna of St.Louis, Frank of this city and Mrs. Charlie Rodman of Omaha, all of whom were present at the funeral. His poor, emaciated body now lies in the "city of the dead" but his spirit is free to go where he will, to see his mother in the home, to this office where he worked so long or to be at home with the Father of us all.
Sleep on, beloved, sleep, and take thy rest:
Lay down thy head upon thy Savior's breast;
We love thee well, but Jesus loves thee best--
Good night! Good night! Good night!
Calm is thy slumber as an infant's sleep;
But thou shalt wake no more to toil and weep;
Thine is a perfect rest, secure and deep--
Good night! Good night! Good night!
Until the shadows from the earth are cast;
until He gathers in His sheaves at last;
Until the twilight gloom be over-past--
Good night! Good night! Good night!
Never married.
1900 census shows he was living in the household of his parents.
Grant Allbery died at his home in North Blair at 6 o'clock Monday morning of tuberculosis of the lungs and the funeral was held at the house at 10 o'clock this morning, Rev Geo. Smith officiating. He was an employee of this office for about three years and had been foreman since Mr Osterman left. He had been fighting this dreaded disease for several years and up to about holiday time managed to keep pretty well. From this time he failed steadily but did not quit work until the middle of April. He was greatly emaciated and went out to visit his brother Will who lives on a farm near Chadron, Neb. hoping that the higher altitude would help his lungs, but the weather was cold and wet and he could not stay out of door as he had hoped so came home. He grew weaker and weaker and, of course, medicine did him no good, the disease being incurable at that stage. Death claimed him at 6 o'clock Monday morning while he was apparently asleep, his eyes remaining peacefully closed after his spirit was set free to wing its way to a fairer land than this. Grant was born in this city August 20th 1875, and was thus almost 30 years of age. He had lived here most of the time, having worked for a time in Wausa, Neb. and at South Omaha while his brother Denna was running the Stock reporter. He was an intelligent and careful workman and we shall greatly miss him as well also the other employees of the office. If we were to sum up his character in a sentence it would be this: "his proof was clean," and this would apply to his daily life as well as to his work. He was the baby of the family and was therefore idolized by his parents, especially by his invalid mother. the other members of the family are Will of Chadron, Denna of St.Louis, Frank of this city and Mrs. Charlie Rodman of Omaha, all of whom were present at the funeral. His poor, emaciated body now lies in the "city of the dead" but his spirit is free to go where he will, to see his mother in the home, to this office where he worked so long or to be at home with the Father of us all.
Sleep on, beloved, sleep, and take thy rest:
Lay down thy head upon thy Savior's breast;
We love thee well, but Jesus loves thee best--
Good night! Good night! Good night!
Calm is thy slumber as an infant's sleep;
But thou shalt wake no more to toil and weep;
Thine is a perfect rest, secure and deep--
Good night! Good night! Good night!
Until the shadows from the earth are cast;
until He gathers in His sheaves at last;
Until the twilight gloom be over-past--
Good night! Good night! Good night!
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