Lou was active in Wilson Presbyterian Church in Mira Valley, 8 miles south of Ord. Wife of Senator William Moore Gray of Ord.
Some called her Louisa, with a long i, "Lou-EYE-zuh." And some called her Lou. She had a stroke in early 1900. She eventually died of hardening of arteries and other old age complications. She died in Mira Valley in the home of her daughter Maud (Gray) Hastings. (Mira Valley was a rich farming area in Valley County, south of Ord, Nebraska and west of North Loup, NE.
The interrelated Brown, Gray, Petty and Ollis families identified with both towns, but over a period of time began to relate more to Ord than to North Loup.)
Lou wrote this letter (on stationery with a broad, black border) two days after the death of their 23-year-old daughter Stella, writing to another daughter, Maud and Maud's husband Jim Hastings who were living in Aspinwall, PA. Lou is at her home 8 miles south of Ord, Nebraska. (See the details of Stella's death in the notes in Stella's record.) The letter: "Ord, 23 Dec. 1884. My dear Jim & Maud -- We are here at Mr. Russell's with our dear dead Stella. Oh the dear girl at rest. In heaven. If you got the telegraph that Lloyd sent yesterday morning you know she died at fifteen minutes after eight on Friday eve. She had gone down to the store at three o'clock to clean some chains for Lloyd. She loved to help him in the store. Anything she could do. When she had finished it she got up to show it to him, as he was sitting with his back to her at the bench. She let it fall and stooped to pick it up, then let the chamois skin fall. He (can't make out next word) at her, and looked up and (can't make out next word or two) her as she was falling. He took her to the back door. He thought it a faint, but then carried her up home. Sent for a Dr. At the door another man saw him, went to his assistance. A neighbor woman came then, Mrs. Love. They did all they could (I) think, but the Dr told them more. Lloyd would not think it possible. The Dr that they would have called was not at home. She first took it about five if she was conscious all the time. It was only for a short time she looked so, then threw her arm about Lloyd's neck. He telegraphed for me before she died, but we did not get it until fifteen minutes before ten. All had gone up stairs but Papa & I, but Willmore got up. We got ready as soon as we could. I dreaded to go with only Willmore but it was starlight and calm. Papa thought he would try to go but he had been to Ord in the afternoon and I persuaded him he must not. But he said I might be too late to wait to the noon train. We got there at two, just as Dr Coffin did, and another Dr from Spalding was there. The Dr that had been there pronounced it paralysis, but Lloyd and I did not feel satisfied, and the Dr examined and found her heart enlarged to twice the size and that is what the darling has been suffering with perhaps for years. But the many warm friends she had in Greeley, the ladies put her wedding dress on. A tea rose in her hand, a cross of leaves and sprays of chrysanthemums. The Masons carried her to the train. Lloyd and I and about seventy strangers followed. Met at Ord by Papa. But uncle Geo. came here to Lloyd's father's. The funeral will be at two on Sunday, conducted by the Presbyterian minister Mr. Leonard. Mr. Russell is not at home. Grandma no better. Can't come. To my dear Maud. Loving Momma. PS -- Mr Day, the Methodist minister, read from 1st Corinthians, 15th chapter, beginning at the verse song go bury thy sorrow, and saved in the arms of Jesus, so nice then while waiting for the train. Made such a nice prayer, also at the house." (Rev. Day's participation was while they were still in Greeley, NE.)
Some called her Louisa, with a long i, "Lou-EYE-zuh." And some called her Lou. She had a stroke in early 1900. She eventually died of hardening of arteries and other old age complications. She died in Mira Valley in the home of her daughter Maud (Gray) Hastings. (Mira Valley was a rich farming area in Valley County, south of Ord, Nebraska and west of North Loup, NE.
The interrelated Brown, Gray, Petty and Ollis families identified with both towns, but over a period of time began to relate more to Ord than to North Loup.)
Lou wrote this letter (on stationery with a broad, black border) two days after the death of their 23-year-old daughter Stella, writing to another daughter, Maud and Maud's husband Jim Hastings who were living in Aspinwall, PA. Lou is at her home 8 miles south of Ord, Nebraska. (See the details of Stella's death in the notes in Stella's record.) The letter: "Ord, 23 Dec. 1884. My dear Jim & Maud -- We are here at Mr. Russell's with our dear dead Stella. Oh the dear girl at rest. In heaven. If you got the telegraph that Lloyd sent yesterday morning you know she died at fifteen minutes after eight on Friday eve. She had gone down to the store at three o'clock to clean some chains for Lloyd. She loved to help him in the store. Anything she could do. When she had finished it she got up to show it to him, as he was sitting with his back to her at the bench. She let it fall and stooped to pick it up, then let the chamois skin fall. He (can't make out next word) at her, and looked up and (can't make out next word or two) her as she was falling. He took her to the back door. He thought it a faint, but then carried her up home. Sent for a Dr. At the door another man saw him, went to his assistance. A neighbor woman came then, Mrs. Love. They did all they could (I) think, but the Dr told them more. Lloyd would not think it possible. The Dr that they would have called was not at home. She first took it about five if she was conscious all the time. It was only for a short time she looked so, then threw her arm about Lloyd's neck. He telegraphed for me before she died, but we did not get it until fifteen minutes before ten. All had gone up stairs but Papa & I, but Willmore got up. We got ready as soon as we could. I dreaded to go with only Willmore but it was starlight and calm. Papa thought he would try to go but he had been to Ord in the afternoon and I persuaded him he must not. But he said I might be too late to wait to the noon train. We got there at two, just as Dr Coffin did, and another Dr from Spalding was there. The Dr that had been there pronounced it paralysis, but Lloyd and I did not feel satisfied, and the Dr examined and found her heart enlarged to twice the size and that is what the darling has been suffering with perhaps for years. But the many warm friends she had in Greeley, the ladies put her wedding dress on. A tea rose in her hand, a cross of leaves and sprays of chrysanthemums. The Masons carried her to the train. Lloyd and I and about seventy strangers followed. Met at Ord by Papa. But uncle Geo. came here to Lloyd's father's. The funeral will be at two on Sunday, conducted by the Presbyterian minister Mr. Leonard. Mr. Russell is not at home. Grandma no better. Can't come. To my dear Maud. Loving Momma. PS -- Mr Day, the Methodist minister, read from 1st Corinthians, 15th chapter, beginning at the verse song go bury thy sorrow, and saved in the arms of Jesus, so nice then while waiting for the train. Made such a nice prayer, also at the house." (Rev. Day's participation was while they were still in Greeley, NE.)
Lou was active in Wilson Presbyterian Church in Mira Valley, 8 miles south of Ord. Wife of Senator William Moore Gray of Ord.
Some called her Louisa, with a long i, "Lou-EYE-zuh." And some called her Lou. She had a stroke in early 1900. She eventually died of hardening of arteries and other old age complications. She died in Mira Valley in the home of her daughter Maud (Gray) Hastings. (Mira Valley was a rich farming area in Valley County, south of Ord, Nebraska and west of North Loup, NE.
The interrelated Brown, Gray, Petty and Ollis families identified with both towns, but over a period of time began to relate more to Ord than to North Loup.)
Lou wrote this letter (on stationery with a broad, black border) two days after the death of their 23-year-old daughter Stella, writing to another daughter, Maud and Maud's husband Jim Hastings who were living in Aspinwall, PA. Lou is at her home 8 miles south of Ord, Nebraska. (See the details of Stella's death in the notes in Stella's record.) The letter: "Ord, 23 Dec. 1884. My dear Jim & Maud -- We are here at Mr. Russell's with our dear dead Stella. Oh the dear girl at rest. In heaven. If you got the telegraph that Lloyd sent yesterday morning you know she died at fifteen minutes after eight on Friday eve. She had gone down to the store at three o'clock to clean some chains for Lloyd. She loved to help him in the store. Anything she could do. When she had finished it she got up to show it to him, as he was sitting with his back to her at the bench. She let it fall and stooped to pick it up, then let the chamois skin fall. He (can't make out next word) at her, and looked up and (can't make out next word or two) her as she was falling. He took her to the back door. He thought it a faint, but then carried her up home. Sent for a Dr. At the door another man saw him, went to his assistance. A neighbor woman came then, Mrs. Love. They did all they could (I) think, but the Dr told them more. Lloyd would not think it possible. The Dr that they would have called was not at home. She first took it about five if she was conscious all the time. It was only for a short time she looked so, then threw her arm about Lloyd's neck. He telegraphed for me before she died, but we did not get it until fifteen minutes before ten. All had gone up stairs but Papa & I, but Willmore got up. We got ready as soon as we could. I dreaded to go with only Willmore but it was starlight and calm. Papa thought he would try to go but he had been to Ord in the afternoon and I persuaded him he must not. But he said I might be too late to wait to the noon train. We got there at two, just as Dr Coffin did, and another Dr from Spalding was there. The Dr that had been there pronounced it paralysis, but Lloyd and I did not feel satisfied, and the Dr examined and found her heart enlarged to twice the size and that is what the darling has been suffering with perhaps for years. But the many warm friends she had in Greeley, the ladies put her wedding dress on. A tea rose in her hand, a cross of leaves and sprays of chrysanthemums. The Masons carried her to the train. Lloyd and I and about seventy strangers followed. Met at Ord by Papa. But uncle Geo. came here to Lloyd's father's. The funeral will be at two on Sunday, conducted by the Presbyterian minister Mr. Leonard. Mr. Russell is not at home. Grandma no better. Can't come. To my dear Maud. Loving Momma. PS -- Mr Day, the Methodist minister, read from 1st Corinthians, 15th chapter, beginning at the verse song go bury thy sorrow, and saved in the arms of Jesus, so nice then while waiting for the train. Made such a nice prayer, also at the house." (Rev. Day's participation was while they were still in Greeley, NE.)
Some called her Louisa, with a long i, "Lou-EYE-zuh." And some called her Lou. She had a stroke in early 1900. She eventually died of hardening of arteries and other old age complications. She died in Mira Valley in the home of her daughter Maud (Gray) Hastings. (Mira Valley was a rich farming area in Valley County, south of Ord, Nebraska and west of North Loup, NE.
The interrelated Brown, Gray, Petty and Ollis families identified with both towns, but over a period of time began to relate more to Ord than to North Loup.)
Lou wrote this letter (on stationery with a broad, black border) two days after the death of their 23-year-old daughter Stella, writing to another daughter, Maud and Maud's husband Jim Hastings who were living in Aspinwall, PA. Lou is at her home 8 miles south of Ord, Nebraska. (See the details of Stella's death in the notes in Stella's record.) The letter: "Ord, 23 Dec. 1884. My dear Jim & Maud -- We are here at Mr. Russell's with our dear dead Stella. Oh the dear girl at rest. In heaven. If you got the telegraph that Lloyd sent yesterday morning you know she died at fifteen minutes after eight on Friday eve. She had gone down to the store at three o'clock to clean some chains for Lloyd. She loved to help him in the store. Anything she could do. When she had finished it she got up to show it to him, as he was sitting with his back to her at the bench. She let it fall and stooped to pick it up, then let the chamois skin fall. He (can't make out next word) at her, and looked up and (can't make out next word or two) her as she was falling. He took her to the back door. He thought it a faint, but then carried her up home. Sent for a Dr. At the door another man saw him, went to his assistance. A neighbor woman came then, Mrs. Love. They did all they could (I) think, but the Dr told them more. Lloyd would not think it possible. The Dr that they would have called was not at home. She first took it about five if she was conscious all the time. It was only for a short time she looked so, then threw her arm about Lloyd's neck. He telegraphed for me before she died, but we did not get it until fifteen minutes before ten. All had gone up stairs but Papa & I, but Willmore got up. We got ready as soon as we could. I dreaded to go with only Willmore but it was starlight and calm. Papa thought he would try to go but he had been to Ord in the afternoon and I persuaded him he must not. But he said I might be too late to wait to the noon train. We got there at two, just as Dr Coffin did, and another Dr from Spalding was there. The Dr that had been there pronounced it paralysis, but Lloyd and I did not feel satisfied, and the Dr examined and found her heart enlarged to twice the size and that is what the darling has been suffering with perhaps for years. But the many warm friends she had in Greeley, the ladies put her wedding dress on. A tea rose in her hand, a cross of leaves and sprays of chrysanthemums. The Masons carried her to the train. Lloyd and I and about seventy strangers followed. Met at Ord by Papa. But uncle Geo. came here to Lloyd's father's. The funeral will be at two on Sunday, conducted by the Presbyterian minister Mr. Leonard. Mr. Russell is not at home. Grandma no better. Can't come. To my dear Maud. Loving Momma. PS -- Mr Day, the Methodist minister, read from 1st Corinthians, 15th chapter, beginning at the verse song go bury thy sorrow, and saved in the arms of Jesus, so nice then while waiting for the train. Made such a nice prayer, also at the house." (Rev. Day's participation was while they were still in Greeley, NE.)
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