John S. Bradbury, one of the oldest, best known and highly respected and esteemed men of Crawford county, passed away at his home near West York, Friday, April 1, 1910, at 5:30 o’clock, P. M.
He was the youngest child of John and Mary Bradbury, and was born in North Carolina, August 17th, 1822; and he was, therefore, nearly eighty-eight years old when he passed to the higher and better life. With his parents, when only six years old, he came to Illinois, away back in 1828, and with his parents he settled near the spot where he passed away. His father died soon after reaching Illinois, and his mother followed him to the grave in 1847.
For more than eight years he lived, and toiled and rejoiced and suffered, for he was a long sufferer before the end came, on the same tract of land where he lived when the final summons came for him to move up higher. And near by the old homestead, where his young manhood was spent, and within thirty rods of the new home that he built, and where for more than twenty-five years he had lived, and in the center of his beautiful farm of two hundred acres, on April 3, at 3:00 o’clock P.M. and in the ancient Evans-Bradbury grave yard, he was laid to rest. There, in the presence of one of the largest assemblies of people ever seen at a funeral in Crawford county, and surrounded by his seven sons and three daughters, and in the presence of a few,--alas, very few, of the friends of his youth and early manhood, but by many of their descendants, all that was mortal of John S. Bradbury was laid to its final rest. From his nearby home, and by the kindly hands of his Masonic brethren of the West Union, formerly the York, Lodge of Masons, who had charge of his funeral, the worn out body of “Uncle” John Bradbury, as he was affectionately called by all, was gently and lovingly borne to its final rest. The exercises at the home, consisting of the reading of a chapter from Job, and a few remarks by Rev. T. C. Bailiff, whom to know is to love, and a few appropriate songs by the West York Methodist choir, were brief but notedly touching and beautiful.
John S. Bradbury was twice married. The bride of his youth was Jemima Buckner. She only lived seven years to bless his life and home, and then she passed away, leaving to him three children, Catherine, now the wife of Harper Reynolds, Presley G. Bradbury, a prominent lawyer of Robinson, and James L. Bradbury, a merchant of Graysville, Ind. These three children, the pledges of her love, Jemima left, almost in their infancy, to the tender care of her sorrowing young husband, and how well he performed that sacred duty, the upright and manly and womanly lives, as well as the civic and domestic virtues of these three pledges of a fond young mother’s love, amply and fittingly attest.
His second marriage was to Nancy Huckaby, who shared his life for many years, passing away a few years in advance of her faithful and devoted husband. Nancy bore to him ten children, Andrew, John, George, Aurora, Willis, Albert, Alice, Nannie, Laura, and Milam, all of whom except Laura and Milam, reaching the ages of man and womanhood, and all of whom except Laura, Milam and Albert, are still living and were present at the funeral of their honored and beloved father.
So that end of the thirteen children of John S. Bradbury, and born to him by his two noble wives, Jemima and Nancy, during his long and happy married life, were present on that beautiful April Sabbath, and saw the worn out but sacred tenement of clay, in which the brave and manly spirit of their father for nearly eighty-eight years had dwelt, sink peacefully into the bosom of its mother earth.
John S. Bradbury was one of the oldest residents of Crawford county, and with the single exception of James Bennett, of West York, who is a few months older than was his lifelong friend, he was the oldst resident of that part of Hutsonville township, if not indeed of the entire township. He was the last of that sturdy group of men and women, who between the years 1814 and 1829, came from North Carolina and settled in that part of Crawford county.
During his long, laborious and careful life he accumulated quite a neat little fortune, amounting to about twenty-five thousand dollars, and at his death he owed no man a dollar that will not be promptly paid without the formality of an administration of his estate. Of him it can be truly said that never during his long and active life did he cause a widow to mourn, or an orphan’s tear to fall. He rendered to every man his own, and died with troops of friends to mourn his passing away, and not one enemy to asperse his memory.
In the early spring time, while the happy birds were singing their glad sons of joy; while the forest trees in the nearby beautiful Bradbury woodlands were dressing themselves in their mantle of green; when the plum, apple, cherry, peach and other fruit bearing trees and plants were decking themselves with blossoms of white and purple and pink and red, and while all nature smiled, his immortal spirit winged its flight to its final home, and the worn out and tired body that had so long housed the wary and immortal spirit of “Uncle John Bradbury,” amide the tears of his children, and the genuine sorrow of the friends of his honorable and useful life, sank quietly and peacefully from mortal sight forever in the grave.
And so the father’s chair is empty, and the old home is robbed of his presence; yet his grave will be dressed with flowers, and the green turf will lie lightly on his breast. There shall the morning her earliest tears bestow, and the roses of spring and summertime bloom. Earth does not cover the real John S. Bradbury, but a better state of existence, let us home and believe, has received him. It is indeed sweet to die, if one can be mourned so sincerely and so universally as he, Requiescat in pace.
Source: Robinson Constitution (Robinson, IL), 13 April 1910, p. 1
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On Monday of last week, as John S. Bradberry, an old and respected citizen of York, was trying a new horse under the saddle, the animal stumbled, and throwing him, fell upon and seriously injured him, after which it ran across a field, dragging the injured man after it, his foot having caught in the stirrup. Mr. Bradberry had several ribs broken, a shoulder dislocated and the bones in one of his hands fractured, and last week lay in a precarious condition. He is over sixty years of age, and this accident may result fatally.
Source: Clark County Herald, 23 May 1882, p. 1
John S. Bradberry, the old gentleman who was so seriously hurt, by being thrown from his horse, at West York, a few weeks ago, is improving, and strong hopes for his recovery are now entertained by his family. Considering the extent of his injuries and his age, his recovery will be but little short of a miracle.
Source: Clark County Herald, 20 June 1882, p. 1
He was the youngest child of John and Mary Bradbury, and was born in North Carolina, August 17th, 1822; and he was, therefore, nearly eighty-eight years old when he passed to the higher and better life. With his parents, when only six years old, he came to Illinois, away back in 1828, and with his parents he settled near the spot where he passed away. His father died soon after reaching Illinois, and his mother followed him to the grave in 1847.
For more than eight years he lived, and toiled and rejoiced and suffered, for he was a long sufferer before the end came, on the same tract of land where he lived when the final summons came for him to move up higher. And near by the old homestead, where his young manhood was spent, and within thirty rods of the new home that he built, and where for more than twenty-five years he had lived, and in the center of his beautiful farm of two hundred acres, on April 3, at 3:00 o’clock P.M. and in the ancient Evans-Bradbury grave yard, he was laid to rest. There, in the presence of one of the largest assemblies of people ever seen at a funeral in Crawford county, and surrounded by his seven sons and three daughters, and in the presence of a few,--alas, very few, of the friends of his youth and early manhood, but by many of their descendants, all that was mortal of John S. Bradbury was laid to its final rest. From his nearby home, and by the kindly hands of his Masonic brethren of the West Union, formerly the York, Lodge of Masons, who had charge of his funeral, the worn out body of “Uncle” John Bradbury, as he was affectionately called by all, was gently and lovingly borne to its final rest. The exercises at the home, consisting of the reading of a chapter from Job, and a few remarks by Rev. T. C. Bailiff, whom to know is to love, and a few appropriate songs by the West York Methodist choir, were brief but notedly touching and beautiful.
John S. Bradbury was twice married. The bride of his youth was Jemima Buckner. She only lived seven years to bless his life and home, and then she passed away, leaving to him three children, Catherine, now the wife of Harper Reynolds, Presley G. Bradbury, a prominent lawyer of Robinson, and James L. Bradbury, a merchant of Graysville, Ind. These three children, the pledges of her love, Jemima left, almost in their infancy, to the tender care of her sorrowing young husband, and how well he performed that sacred duty, the upright and manly and womanly lives, as well as the civic and domestic virtues of these three pledges of a fond young mother’s love, amply and fittingly attest.
His second marriage was to Nancy Huckaby, who shared his life for many years, passing away a few years in advance of her faithful and devoted husband. Nancy bore to him ten children, Andrew, John, George, Aurora, Willis, Albert, Alice, Nannie, Laura, and Milam, all of whom except Laura and Milam, reaching the ages of man and womanhood, and all of whom except Laura, Milam and Albert, are still living and were present at the funeral of their honored and beloved father.
So that end of the thirteen children of John S. Bradbury, and born to him by his two noble wives, Jemima and Nancy, during his long and happy married life, were present on that beautiful April Sabbath, and saw the worn out but sacred tenement of clay, in which the brave and manly spirit of their father for nearly eighty-eight years had dwelt, sink peacefully into the bosom of its mother earth.
John S. Bradbury was one of the oldest residents of Crawford county, and with the single exception of James Bennett, of West York, who is a few months older than was his lifelong friend, he was the oldst resident of that part of Hutsonville township, if not indeed of the entire township. He was the last of that sturdy group of men and women, who between the years 1814 and 1829, came from North Carolina and settled in that part of Crawford county.
During his long, laborious and careful life he accumulated quite a neat little fortune, amounting to about twenty-five thousand dollars, and at his death he owed no man a dollar that will not be promptly paid without the formality of an administration of his estate. Of him it can be truly said that never during his long and active life did he cause a widow to mourn, or an orphan’s tear to fall. He rendered to every man his own, and died with troops of friends to mourn his passing away, and not one enemy to asperse his memory.
In the early spring time, while the happy birds were singing their glad sons of joy; while the forest trees in the nearby beautiful Bradbury woodlands were dressing themselves in their mantle of green; when the plum, apple, cherry, peach and other fruit bearing trees and plants were decking themselves with blossoms of white and purple and pink and red, and while all nature smiled, his immortal spirit winged its flight to its final home, and the worn out and tired body that had so long housed the wary and immortal spirit of “Uncle John Bradbury,” amide the tears of his children, and the genuine sorrow of the friends of his honorable and useful life, sank quietly and peacefully from mortal sight forever in the grave.
And so the father’s chair is empty, and the old home is robbed of his presence; yet his grave will be dressed with flowers, and the green turf will lie lightly on his breast. There shall the morning her earliest tears bestow, and the roses of spring and summertime bloom. Earth does not cover the real John S. Bradbury, but a better state of existence, let us home and believe, has received him. It is indeed sweet to die, if one can be mourned so sincerely and so universally as he, Requiescat in pace.
Source: Robinson Constitution (Robinson, IL), 13 April 1910, p. 1
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On Monday of last week, as John S. Bradberry, an old and respected citizen of York, was trying a new horse under the saddle, the animal stumbled, and throwing him, fell upon and seriously injured him, after which it ran across a field, dragging the injured man after it, his foot having caught in the stirrup. Mr. Bradberry had several ribs broken, a shoulder dislocated and the bones in one of his hands fractured, and last week lay in a precarious condition. He is over sixty years of age, and this accident may result fatally.
Source: Clark County Herald, 23 May 1882, p. 1
John S. Bradberry, the old gentleman who was so seriously hurt, by being thrown from his horse, at West York, a few weeks ago, is improving, and strong hopes for his recovery are now entertained by his family. Considering the extent of his injuries and his age, his recovery will be but little short of a miracle.
Source: Clark County Herald, 20 June 1882, p. 1
John S. Bradbury, one of the oldest, best known and highly respected and esteemed men of Crawford county, passed away at his home near West York, Friday, April 1, 1910, at 5:30 o’clock, P. M.
He was the youngest child of John and Mary Bradbury, and was born in North Carolina, August 17th, 1822; and he was, therefore, nearly eighty-eight years old when he passed to the higher and better life. With his parents, when only six years old, he came to Illinois, away back in 1828, and with his parents he settled near the spot where he passed away. His father died soon after reaching Illinois, and his mother followed him to the grave in 1847.
For more than eight years he lived, and toiled and rejoiced and suffered, for he was a long sufferer before the end came, on the same tract of land where he lived when the final summons came for him to move up higher. And near by the old homestead, where his young manhood was spent, and within thirty rods of the new home that he built, and where for more than twenty-five years he had lived, and in the center of his beautiful farm of two hundred acres, on April 3, at 3:00 o’clock P.M. and in the ancient Evans-Bradbury grave yard, he was laid to rest. There, in the presence of one of the largest assemblies of people ever seen at a funeral in Crawford county, and surrounded by his seven sons and three daughters, and in the presence of a few,--alas, very few, of the friends of his youth and early manhood, but by many of their descendants, all that was mortal of John S. Bradbury was laid to its final rest. From his nearby home, and by the kindly hands of his Masonic brethren of the West Union, formerly the York, Lodge of Masons, who had charge of his funeral, the worn out body of “Uncle” John Bradbury, as he was affectionately called by all, was gently and lovingly borne to its final rest. The exercises at the home, consisting of the reading of a chapter from Job, and a few remarks by Rev. T. C. Bailiff, whom to know is to love, and a few appropriate songs by the West York Methodist choir, were brief but notedly touching and beautiful.
John S. Bradbury was twice married. The bride of his youth was Jemima Buckner. She only lived seven years to bless his life and home, and then she passed away, leaving to him three children, Catherine, now the wife of Harper Reynolds, Presley G. Bradbury, a prominent lawyer of Robinson, and James L. Bradbury, a merchant of Graysville, Ind. These three children, the pledges of her love, Jemima left, almost in their infancy, to the tender care of her sorrowing young husband, and how well he performed that sacred duty, the upright and manly and womanly lives, as well as the civic and domestic virtues of these three pledges of a fond young mother’s love, amply and fittingly attest.
His second marriage was to Nancy Huckaby, who shared his life for many years, passing away a few years in advance of her faithful and devoted husband. Nancy bore to him ten children, Andrew, John, George, Aurora, Willis, Albert, Alice, Nannie, Laura, and Milam, all of whom except Laura and Milam, reaching the ages of man and womanhood, and all of whom except Laura, Milam and Albert, are still living and were present at the funeral of their honored and beloved father.
So that end of the thirteen children of John S. Bradbury, and born to him by his two noble wives, Jemima and Nancy, during his long and happy married life, were present on that beautiful April Sabbath, and saw the worn out but sacred tenement of clay, in which the brave and manly spirit of their father for nearly eighty-eight years had dwelt, sink peacefully into the bosom of its mother earth.
John S. Bradbury was one of the oldest residents of Crawford county, and with the single exception of James Bennett, of West York, who is a few months older than was his lifelong friend, he was the oldst resident of that part of Hutsonville township, if not indeed of the entire township. He was the last of that sturdy group of men and women, who between the years 1814 and 1829, came from North Carolina and settled in that part of Crawford county.
During his long, laborious and careful life he accumulated quite a neat little fortune, amounting to about twenty-five thousand dollars, and at his death he owed no man a dollar that will not be promptly paid without the formality of an administration of his estate. Of him it can be truly said that never during his long and active life did he cause a widow to mourn, or an orphan’s tear to fall. He rendered to every man his own, and died with troops of friends to mourn his passing away, and not one enemy to asperse his memory.
In the early spring time, while the happy birds were singing their glad sons of joy; while the forest trees in the nearby beautiful Bradbury woodlands were dressing themselves in their mantle of green; when the plum, apple, cherry, peach and other fruit bearing trees and plants were decking themselves with blossoms of white and purple and pink and red, and while all nature smiled, his immortal spirit winged its flight to its final home, and the worn out and tired body that had so long housed the wary and immortal spirit of “Uncle John Bradbury,” amide the tears of his children, and the genuine sorrow of the friends of his honorable and useful life, sank quietly and peacefully from mortal sight forever in the grave.
And so the father’s chair is empty, and the old home is robbed of his presence; yet his grave will be dressed with flowers, and the green turf will lie lightly on his breast. There shall the morning her earliest tears bestow, and the roses of spring and summertime bloom. Earth does not cover the real John S. Bradbury, but a better state of existence, let us home and believe, has received him. It is indeed sweet to die, if one can be mourned so sincerely and so universally as he, Requiescat in pace.
Source: Robinson Constitution (Robinson, IL), 13 April 1910, p. 1
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On Monday of last week, as John S. Bradberry, an old and respected citizen of York, was trying a new horse under the saddle, the animal stumbled, and throwing him, fell upon and seriously injured him, after which it ran across a field, dragging the injured man after it, his foot having caught in the stirrup. Mr. Bradberry had several ribs broken, a shoulder dislocated and the bones in one of his hands fractured, and last week lay in a precarious condition. He is over sixty years of age, and this accident may result fatally.
Source: Clark County Herald, 23 May 1882, p. 1
John S. Bradberry, the old gentleman who was so seriously hurt, by being thrown from his horse, at West York, a few weeks ago, is improving, and strong hopes for his recovery are now entertained by his family. Considering the extent of his injuries and his age, his recovery will be but little short of a miracle.
Source: Clark County Herald, 20 June 1882, p. 1
He was the youngest child of John and Mary Bradbury, and was born in North Carolina, August 17th, 1822; and he was, therefore, nearly eighty-eight years old when he passed to the higher and better life. With his parents, when only six years old, he came to Illinois, away back in 1828, and with his parents he settled near the spot where he passed away. His father died soon after reaching Illinois, and his mother followed him to the grave in 1847.
For more than eight years he lived, and toiled and rejoiced and suffered, for he was a long sufferer before the end came, on the same tract of land where he lived when the final summons came for him to move up higher. And near by the old homestead, where his young manhood was spent, and within thirty rods of the new home that he built, and where for more than twenty-five years he had lived, and in the center of his beautiful farm of two hundred acres, on April 3, at 3:00 o’clock P.M. and in the ancient Evans-Bradbury grave yard, he was laid to rest. There, in the presence of one of the largest assemblies of people ever seen at a funeral in Crawford county, and surrounded by his seven sons and three daughters, and in the presence of a few,--alas, very few, of the friends of his youth and early manhood, but by many of their descendants, all that was mortal of John S. Bradbury was laid to its final rest. From his nearby home, and by the kindly hands of his Masonic brethren of the West Union, formerly the York, Lodge of Masons, who had charge of his funeral, the worn out body of “Uncle” John Bradbury, as he was affectionately called by all, was gently and lovingly borne to its final rest. The exercises at the home, consisting of the reading of a chapter from Job, and a few remarks by Rev. T. C. Bailiff, whom to know is to love, and a few appropriate songs by the West York Methodist choir, were brief but notedly touching and beautiful.
John S. Bradbury was twice married. The bride of his youth was Jemima Buckner. She only lived seven years to bless his life and home, and then she passed away, leaving to him three children, Catherine, now the wife of Harper Reynolds, Presley G. Bradbury, a prominent lawyer of Robinson, and James L. Bradbury, a merchant of Graysville, Ind. These three children, the pledges of her love, Jemima left, almost in their infancy, to the tender care of her sorrowing young husband, and how well he performed that sacred duty, the upright and manly and womanly lives, as well as the civic and domestic virtues of these three pledges of a fond young mother’s love, amply and fittingly attest.
His second marriage was to Nancy Huckaby, who shared his life for many years, passing away a few years in advance of her faithful and devoted husband. Nancy bore to him ten children, Andrew, John, George, Aurora, Willis, Albert, Alice, Nannie, Laura, and Milam, all of whom except Laura and Milam, reaching the ages of man and womanhood, and all of whom except Laura, Milam and Albert, are still living and were present at the funeral of their honored and beloved father.
So that end of the thirteen children of John S. Bradbury, and born to him by his two noble wives, Jemima and Nancy, during his long and happy married life, were present on that beautiful April Sabbath, and saw the worn out but sacred tenement of clay, in which the brave and manly spirit of their father for nearly eighty-eight years had dwelt, sink peacefully into the bosom of its mother earth.
John S. Bradbury was one of the oldest residents of Crawford county, and with the single exception of James Bennett, of West York, who is a few months older than was his lifelong friend, he was the oldst resident of that part of Hutsonville township, if not indeed of the entire township. He was the last of that sturdy group of men and women, who between the years 1814 and 1829, came from North Carolina and settled in that part of Crawford county.
During his long, laborious and careful life he accumulated quite a neat little fortune, amounting to about twenty-five thousand dollars, and at his death he owed no man a dollar that will not be promptly paid without the formality of an administration of his estate. Of him it can be truly said that never during his long and active life did he cause a widow to mourn, or an orphan’s tear to fall. He rendered to every man his own, and died with troops of friends to mourn his passing away, and not one enemy to asperse his memory.
In the early spring time, while the happy birds were singing their glad sons of joy; while the forest trees in the nearby beautiful Bradbury woodlands were dressing themselves in their mantle of green; when the plum, apple, cherry, peach and other fruit bearing trees and plants were decking themselves with blossoms of white and purple and pink and red, and while all nature smiled, his immortal spirit winged its flight to its final home, and the worn out and tired body that had so long housed the wary and immortal spirit of “Uncle John Bradbury,” amide the tears of his children, and the genuine sorrow of the friends of his honorable and useful life, sank quietly and peacefully from mortal sight forever in the grave.
And so the father’s chair is empty, and the old home is robbed of his presence; yet his grave will be dressed with flowers, and the green turf will lie lightly on his breast. There shall the morning her earliest tears bestow, and the roses of spring and summertime bloom. Earth does not cover the real John S. Bradbury, but a better state of existence, let us home and believe, has received him. It is indeed sweet to die, if one can be mourned so sincerely and so universally as he, Requiescat in pace.
Source: Robinson Constitution (Robinson, IL), 13 April 1910, p. 1
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On Monday of last week, as John S. Bradberry, an old and respected citizen of York, was trying a new horse under the saddle, the animal stumbled, and throwing him, fell upon and seriously injured him, after which it ran across a field, dragging the injured man after it, his foot having caught in the stirrup. Mr. Bradberry had several ribs broken, a shoulder dislocated and the bones in one of his hands fractured, and last week lay in a precarious condition. He is over sixty years of age, and this accident may result fatally.
Source: Clark County Herald, 23 May 1882, p. 1
John S. Bradberry, the old gentleman who was so seriously hurt, by being thrown from his horse, at West York, a few weeks ago, is improving, and strong hopes for his recovery are now entertained by his family. Considering the extent of his injuries and his age, his recovery will be but little short of a miracle.
Source: Clark County Herald, 20 June 1882, p. 1
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Katherine Bradbury Reynolds
1846–1920
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Presley Goldonna Bradbury
1847–1930
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James L. Bradbury
1849–1927
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Andrew Lewis Bradbury
1852–1920
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John Sylvester Bradbury
1854–1937
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Laura Catherine Bradbury
1855–1856
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Aurora Bradbury
1857–1936
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Milam Henry Bradbury
1859–1860
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George S. Bradbury
1861–1930
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Willis H. Bradbury
1863–1957
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Alfred Albert Bradbury
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Nancy E. Bradbury
1870–1914
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