|Birth: ||Apr. 12, 1882|
|Death: ||Feb. 17, 1915|
Husband: William Wallace Cork, mar. 1898 per William Wallace Cork's poem "Life of a Failure"; died at age 32 years (per her headstone) with 6 children: Owen Muriel Cork, Miriam Fayr Cork Sweek, Clayton Wallace Cork, Darrell Cork, Lyle W. "Happy" Cork & Orlan E. Cork; Myrtle died in or near Grant City (Perkins County, Nebraska) per William Wallace Cork's poem about his life. Myrtle was 16 years old when she married W. W. Cork.
(Printed by permission of Sandra Shockley, great granddaughter of William Wallace Cork)
LIFE OF A FAILURE
William Wallace Cork
It was in the fall of ninety eight, I took unto myself a mate. I loved her dearly, as my life, For no man had a better wife. For three long years we lived alone, Wishing and wishing that some patrone, Would send us one to cheer our life, And make us have a better life.
It was in March of 1902, And I was feeling rather blue, The morning of the 13th with joy, We found we had a baby boy. Then the doctor left at nine, And said that she was doing fine, And from the very blessed day We tried to lead a better way.
We worked together from morn til night, Trying to make all things come right, And two more years we worked that way Until we had another day. But this time it was a girl, And believe me, she was a pearl. She had the most big brown eyes, But she was small and undersize.
Well, we kept working right along, Until two more long years had gone, And then my wife, she said one day, "I think we'd better move away." Well I said, "Lets go out west, And there we'll try our very best To get a little bit ahead, To leave the kids when we are dead."
So in the year of 1905, when everything seemed quite alive, We loaded up our things one day And started west without delay. I saw Crofton written on the map, I said to her, "That's where we'll drap." But say, it did look rather blue, Plenty of land and a few flies too.
But, my wife, she said, "Let's stay, And maybe we can make it pay." Well, we worked along with joy, Until we had another boy. I said to her, "We've got enough. Let's leave this town before we bust." But she said, "I do not know, It's getting worse where e'er we go."
And so we stayed another year, Working along without no fear. But what someday we'd strike it rich, But say, I'm a dirty Son of a Bitch, If things didn't go from bad to worse, Until it made me stop and curse.
Well, then we pulled on further west, And tried and tried our very best. We took and eight acre tract, And along that spring we gave it back, To Uncle Sam, and beat it for some other land. But say, Don't forget our joy, For we had that year another boy.
Twas in the year of 1909, I said to her, "I'm feeling fine, And if we expect to win our fame, We had better take another claim. Then we pulled out for old S.D. (South Dakota) And took a place that suited me. And I hustled around there and then, Until along in 1910.
On the fifth of August on a sunny day, I was across the creek a' cutting hay. It was along ‘bout half past four, When I saw some one was at the door. I thought at first it was some trick, And then I said, "My wife is sick." When I got there, I hoped with joy, For you see, we had another boy,
Well, along that fall we quit our claim, And pulled out for the east again. We landed here in 1910, And started over, once again. We started farming, but you know, That kind of life is very slow. We farmed that year, and next, and then, I was ready to move once again.
So in 1912 we had our sale, Say, they robbed of us our dinner pail, And so I told my wife right then, That I was through with that kind of man. And when I saw that we'd been robbed, I started out to hunt a job. Well, I met Philson the next day, And he said to me, "You'd better stay, And work for me a day or two, And then I'll tell you what I'd do."
Well I worked for him until the fall, and then I thought I'd take a stall, And go on back to old S.D., Just to see what I could see. Well, when we hit the town of Clark, Just a little after dark, Then I said to my old pal, "I guess we'd better rest awhile, And look to see what we can find." For I just had one measley dime. Well, I stuck a job next day, and started in to making hay. I stayed there just 10 days and then, I pulled out for the east again. Twas in the fall I landed here, And couldn't have bought a glass of beer. But say, I almost forgot our joy, For that spring we had another boy.
Then my wife, she said to me, I should think that you could plainly see, That the more you come and go, The less we have, and the less you know. Then I said to her, "My dear, I think I got to settle here." Well, I rushed around and then, I struck a job with two good men. Ruckton and Philson was their name, And they started me to buying grain. Well, I worked two years for them, And then my troubles did begin. Along that fall my wife took sick, And left me in an awful fix.
Down to Grant City I took my wife, Hoping to bring her back to life. But little I thought upon that day, That she was soon to pass away, And leave me with six children small, With no one to care for them at all, But dear sisters and brother too, did all they could to help me through.
My sister has my smallest two, And there's nothing left for me to do, But work for them both day and night, And try to make things come out right. And when I stop and try to think, It's enough to drive a man to drink. But still I think it does not pay, To drink another life away. Poor girl, she's gone, and perhaps it may Be better for us both that way, For we may meet in another land, And then I'll take her by the hand, And tell her that I done my best, For hers and mine while she's at rest.
Thomas Washington Jones (1853 - 1940)
Maggie Cavanaugh Jones (1863 - 1906)
William Wallace Cork (1880 - 1934)
Owen Muriel Cork (1902 - 1962)*
Myriam Fayr Cork Sweek (1902 - 1976)*
Clayton Wallace Cork (1904 - 1978)*
Darrell O. Cork (1907 - 1987)*
Lyle W. Cork (1911 - 1957)*
Orlan Earl Cork (1913 - 1967)*
Orlan E Cork (1913 - 1967)*
Elizabeth Pearl Jones Spry (1881 - 1960)*
Cora Myrtle Jones Cork (1882 - 1915)
Florence Clara Jones Stanley (1891 - 1979)*
"MOTHER MYRTLE WIFE OF W. W. CORK DIED FEB 17, 1915 aged 32 YRS 10 MOS 5 DAYS"
"Gone but not forgotten:
Beaver View Cemetery
Created by: Pam R.
Record added: Nov 06, 2009
Find A Grave Memorial# 44018946