Life Story of Parson McIntyre Fowler
Written by his granddaughter, Avis Fowler Ingham
My grandfather, Parson McIntyre Fowler, was born on the 4 Jun 1853 in Galesburg, Knox, IL. His father was William Fowler (purportedly a Methodist minister). He was born in Kentucky. His grand father was Jacob Fowler, who was born in Maryland. His mother was Delana Richardson, born in NY. He was the youngest of 5 brothers, William, Henry, Jacob and Thomas, and at least one sister, Lucetta. The girl or girls seemed to have lived very short lives, so have been unable to get any date on them, except the one name. One source of information had it that there were two, but no name for the second one. Parson was younger than his brother, Henry, and as his mother died when he was but 12 yr old, he made his home with Henry and family until the time of his marriage to Mary Delsca McDowll, on the 25 Oct 1878 in Galesburg. Thos this union was born 4 sons and 3 daughters, the first, Fred Lee (my father) being born in Galesburg in 1880. Then in about 1882, they, with some other relatives moved to Nebraska, going by covered wagon although perhaps the country wasn't as wild as it had been. Never the less, there were still those renegades and others who wanted to pick up anything easy that they could find, making them have to be on their toes at all times. Like the night after my grandfather had sold a colt which he'd been leading, getting 75 dollars for it, he was disturbed by one of the horses, and on investigating, found two men sneaking up to their wagon. He had his gun in the wagon, but the powder and shot were under the wagon, so he lit the lantern and sat with his gun in his hand the rest of the night. The men not knowing that it wasn't loaded finally left about day light. He broke camp then and proceeded on to join the rest of the wagons from which they had become separated when they took time out to sell the colt. They settled in Richardson County, Nebraska, where their oldest daughter, Ora Ethel, was born. From there they went to Pawnee County, where the rest of the family was born. Grandfather always wore a mustache. When he was only a young man, he was hit on the upper lip with the hook of a crane while helping load lumber, leaving an ugly scar. His children used to beg him to shave it off, just so they could see what he looked like without it, but he never would. For the most part grandfather was a farmer, not because he liked it best, but rather because it was what his father and brothers expected of him. He was a devout Democrat and loved politics. After losing his farm, with only one old cow left to start over again, he took a lease on a farm near Armour, NE for 3 years, after which time he gave up farming entirely, and turned to his politics for a period. He was assistant assessor in Pawnee County and was promised the position of deputy warden at the State Penitentiary in Lincoln, NE, but election and change of party took over, his dream went out too. He then started a livery stable in Armour. He soon built up a good business. There was no hotel in Armour and only one train through a day. He would drive the salesman who had come in on the train to a neighboring town where they could get accommodations for the night. Along with his livery stable, he took over the manager-ship of the elevator. In fact it was while he was at the elevator that he got hurt. The injury brought on, or at least aggravated a diabetic condition. In the fall of 1908 grandmother inherited a ¼ interest in a ranch in Idaho. They made the move to Idaho hoping the change would also bring on a better health condition, only the 3 youngest of the family came with them when they moved west, but within the year, the family circle was complete again. My father with his family and his brother, Raymond, made the move in Nov 1908, the two older girls, Ora and Blanche, joined them after the completion of their school year. Grandfather wasn't destined to enjoy his new home for long, for he died 29 May 1910 of Rocky Mountain Fever and is buried in the Modern Woodmen section of the Emmett Cemetery. After his death grandmother traded the ranch for a house in Emmett.
Written by his granddaughter, Avis Fowler Ingham
My grandfather, Parson McIntyre Fowler, was born on the 4 Jun 1853 in Galesburg, Knox, IL. His father was William Fowler (purportedly a Methodist minister). He was born in Kentucky. His grand father was Jacob Fowler, who was born in Maryland. His mother was Delana Richardson, born in NY. He was the youngest of 5 brothers, William, Henry, Jacob and Thomas, and at least one sister, Lucetta. The girl or girls seemed to have lived very short lives, so have been unable to get any date on them, except the one name. One source of information had it that there were two, but no name for the second one. Parson was younger than his brother, Henry, and as his mother died when he was but 12 yr old, he made his home with Henry and family until the time of his marriage to Mary Delsca McDowll, on the 25 Oct 1878 in Galesburg. Thos this union was born 4 sons and 3 daughters, the first, Fred Lee (my father) being born in Galesburg in 1880. Then in about 1882, they, with some other relatives moved to Nebraska, going by covered wagon although perhaps the country wasn't as wild as it had been. Never the less, there were still those renegades and others who wanted to pick up anything easy that they could find, making them have to be on their toes at all times. Like the night after my grandfather had sold a colt which he'd been leading, getting 75 dollars for it, he was disturbed by one of the horses, and on investigating, found two men sneaking up to their wagon. He had his gun in the wagon, but the powder and shot were under the wagon, so he lit the lantern and sat with his gun in his hand the rest of the night. The men not knowing that it wasn't loaded finally left about day light. He broke camp then and proceeded on to join the rest of the wagons from which they had become separated when they took time out to sell the colt. They settled in Richardson County, Nebraska, where their oldest daughter, Ora Ethel, was born. From there they went to Pawnee County, where the rest of the family was born. Grandfather always wore a mustache. When he was only a young man, he was hit on the upper lip with the hook of a crane while helping load lumber, leaving an ugly scar. His children used to beg him to shave it off, just so they could see what he looked like without it, but he never would. For the most part grandfather was a farmer, not because he liked it best, but rather because it was what his father and brothers expected of him. He was a devout Democrat and loved politics. After losing his farm, with only one old cow left to start over again, he took a lease on a farm near Armour, NE for 3 years, after which time he gave up farming entirely, and turned to his politics for a period. He was assistant assessor in Pawnee County and was promised the position of deputy warden at the State Penitentiary in Lincoln, NE, but election and change of party took over, his dream went out too. He then started a livery stable in Armour. He soon built up a good business. There was no hotel in Armour and only one train through a day. He would drive the salesman who had come in on the train to a neighboring town where they could get accommodations for the night. Along with his livery stable, he took over the manager-ship of the elevator. In fact it was while he was at the elevator that he got hurt. The injury brought on, or at least aggravated a diabetic condition. In the fall of 1908 grandmother inherited a ¼ interest in a ranch in Idaho. They made the move to Idaho hoping the change would also bring on a better health condition, only the 3 youngest of the family came with them when they moved west, but within the year, the family circle was complete again. My father with his family and his brother, Raymond, made the move in Nov 1908, the two older girls, Ora and Blanche, joined them after the completion of their school year. Grandfather wasn't destined to enjoy his new home for long, for he died 29 May 1910 of Rocky Mountain Fever and is buried in the Modern Woodmen section of the Emmett Cemetery. After his death grandmother traded the ranch for a house in Emmett.
Life Story of Parson McIntyre Fowler
Written by his granddaughter, Avis Fowler Ingham
My grandfather, Parson McIntyre Fowler, was born on the 4 Jun 1853 in Galesburg, Knox, IL. His father was William Fowler (purportedly a Methodist minister). He was born in Kentucky. His grand father was Jacob Fowler, who was born in Maryland. His mother was Delana Richardson, born in NY. He was the youngest of 5 brothers, William, Henry, Jacob and Thomas, and at least one sister, Lucetta. The girl or girls seemed to have lived very short lives, so have been unable to get any date on them, except the one name. One source of information had it that there were two, but no name for the second one. Parson was younger than his brother, Henry, and as his mother died when he was but 12 yr old, he made his home with Henry and family until the time of his marriage to Mary Delsca McDowll, on the 25 Oct 1878 in Galesburg. Thos this union was born 4 sons and 3 daughters, the first, Fred Lee (my father) being born in Galesburg in 1880. Then in about 1882, they, with some other relatives moved to Nebraska, going by covered wagon although perhaps the country wasn't as wild as it had been. Never the less, there were still those renegades and others who wanted to pick up anything easy that they could find, making them have to be on their toes at all times. Like the night after my grandfather had sold a colt which he'd been leading, getting 75 dollars for it, he was disturbed by one of the horses, and on investigating, found two men sneaking up to their wagon. He had his gun in the wagon, but the powder and shot were under the wagon, so he lit the lantern and sat with his gun in his hand the rest of the night. The men not knowing that it wasn't loaded finally left about day light. He broke camp then and proceeded on to join the rest of the wagons from which they had become separated when they took time out to sell the colt. They settled in Richardson County, Nebraska, where their oldest daughter, Ora Ethel, was born. From there they went to Pawnee County, where the rest of the family was born. Grandfather always wore a mustache. When he was only a young man, he was hit on the upper lip with the hook of a crane while helping load lumber, leaving an ugly scar. His children used to beg him to shave it off, just so they could see what he looked like without it, but he never would. For the most part grandfather was a farmer, not because he liked it best, but rather because it was what his father and brothers expected of him. He was a devout Democrat and loved politics. After losing his farm, with only one old cow left to start over again, he took a lease on a farm near Armour, NE for 3 years, after which time he gave up farming entirely, and turned to his politics for a period. He was assistant assessor in Pawnee County and was promised the position of deputy warden at the State Penitentiary in Lincoln, NE, but election and change of party took over, his dream went out too. He then started a livery stable in Armour. He soon built up a good business. There was no hotel in Armour and only one train through a day. He would drive the salesman who had come in on the train to a neighboring town where they could get accommodations for the night. Along with his livery stable, he took over the manager-ship of the elevator. In fact it was while he was at the elevator that he got hurt. The injury brought on, or at least aggravated a diabetic condition. In the fall of 1908 grandmother inherited a ¼ interest in a ranch in Idaho. They made the move to Idaho hoping the change would also bring on a better health condition, only the 3 youngest of the family came with them when they moved west, but within the year, the family circle was complete again. My father with his family and his brother, Raymond, made the move in Nov 1908, the two older girls, Ora and Blanche, joined them after the completion of their school year. Grandfather wasn't destined to enjoy his new home for long, for he died 29 May 1910 of Rocky Mountain Fever and is buried in the Modern Woodmen section of the Emmett Cemetery. After his death grandmother traded the ranch for a house in Emmett.
Written by his granddaughter, Avis Fowler Ingham
My grandfather, Parson McIntyre Fowler, was born on the 4 Jun 1853 in Galesburg, Knox, IL. His father was William Fowler (purportedly a Methodist minister). He was born in Kentucky. His grand father was Jacob Fowler, who was born in Maryland. His mother was Delana Richardson, born in NY. He was the youngest of 5 brothers, William, Henry, Jacob and Thomas, and at least one sister, Lucetta. The girl or girls seemed to have lived very short lives, so have been unable to get any date on them, except the one name. One source of information had it that there were two, but no name for the second one. Parson was younger than his brother, Henry, and as his mother died when he was but 12 yr old, he made his home with Henry and family until the time of his marriage to Mary Delsca McDowll, on the 25 Oct 1878 in Galesburg. Thos this union was born 4 sons and 3 daughters, the first, Fred Lee (my father) being born in Galesburg in 1880. Then in about 1882, they, with some other relatives moved to Nebraska, going by covered wagon although perhaps the country wasn't as wild as it had been. Never the less, there were still those renegades and others who wanted to pick up anything easy that they could find, making them have to be on their toes at all times. Like the night after my grandfather had sold a colt which he'd been leading, getting 75 dollars for it, he was disturbed by one of the horses, and on investigating, found two men sneaking up to their wagon. He had his gun in the wagon, but the powder and shot were under the wagon, so he lit the lantern and sat with his gun in his hand the rest of the night. The men not knowing that it wasn't loaded finally left about day light. He broke camp then and proceeded on to join the rest of the wagons from which they had become separated when they took time out to sell the colt. They settled in Richardson County, Nebraska, where their oldest daughter, Ora Ethel, was born. From there they went to Pawnee County, where the rest of the family was born. Grandfather always wore a mustache. When he was only a young man, he was hit on the upper lip with the hook of a crane while helping load lumber, leaving an ugly scar. His children used to beg him to shave it off, just so they could see what he looked like without it, but he never would. For the most part grandfather was a farmer, not because he liked it best, but rather because it was what his father and brothers expected of him. He was a devout Democrat and loved politics. After losing his farm, with only one old cow left to start over again, he took a lease on a farm near Armour, NE for 3 years, after which time he gave up farming entirely, and turned to his politics for a period. He was assistant assessor in Pawnee County and was promised the position of deputy warden at the State Penitentiary in Lincoln, NE, but election and change of party took over, his dream went out too. He then started a livery stable in Armour. He soon built up a good business. There was no hotel in Armour and only one train through a day. He would drive the salesman who had come in on the train to a neighboring town where they could get accommodations for the night. Along with his livery stable, he took over the manager-ship of the elevator. In fact it was while he was at the elevator that he got hurt. The injury brought on, or at least aggravated a diabetic condition. In the fall of 1908 grandmother inherited a ¼ interest in a ranch in Idaho. They made the move to Idaho hoping the change would also bring on a better health condition, only the 3 youngest of the family came with them when they moved west, but within the year, the family circle was complete again. My father with his family and his brother, Raymond, made the move in Nov 1908, the two older girls, Ora and Blanche, joined them after the completion of their school year. Grandfather wasn't destined to enjoy his new home for long, for he died 29 May 1910 of Rocky Mountain Fever and is buried in the Modern Woodmen section of the Emmett Cemetery. After his death grandmother traded the ranch for a house in Emmett.
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