Her Grandparents are -
Austin Bliss
Abigail Bumstead Bliss

Henrietta A. S. Gaisford
Henrietta Abigal Smith was born in Bartleville, Conn., September 3, 1948, and departed this life at her home in Ellis, May 23, 1932, at the age of 83 years, 8 months and 20 days.
On May 23, 1866, she was united in marriage to Charles Gaisford at Worcester, Mass., and to this union were born eleven children. These were Ella who died in infancy, Carrie who became the wife of Mr. White and died in 1899, and Nellie who passed away in 1919. Those living are Charles of Oklahoma, Miss Mamie, Mrs. Annie Fielder, Mrs. Emma Carpenter, Mrs. Cora Mann, and Will, all of Ellis; Mrs. Gertrude Weaver of Harbine, and Mrs. Gladys Amos, also of Ellis.
After residing in Massachusetts for six years they moved to a log house north of Ellis, later homesteading in Jefferson county. In 1909 they retired from farm activities, moving to Ellis, where she has since resided, Mr. Gaisford having passed away on January 25, 1920.
"Grandma" as she was affectionately known by all who knew her, was one of the oldest pioneers of this community. Sod houses, Indians, prairie fires, are forgotten history to the present generation, but to grandma they were actualities. A trip to the nearest town, Beatrice, was made with a team and wagon over the open prairies. No fences barred their way, and no houses to break the monotony of the day's journey. Many hardships were endured but through it all grandma remained happy and contented. Her neighbors can well remember her kindly deeds in time of sickness and sorrow. One of grandma's outstanding characteristics was to always find something good in everyone.
Mrs. Gaisford was a member of the Methodist church and for many years was an atcive worker in the Ellis Ladies' Aid.
She leaves to mourn her loss, two sons and six daughters, 35 grandchildren, and 39 great-grandchildren. Making a trail of 82 direct descendants. Also a host of friends and neighbors.

Smooth the locks of silver hair,
On mother's brown with tender care,
Gather her robes in a final fold,
Around the form that we love so,
Lay on her bosom, pure as snow,
The sweetest flowers that ever grow,
Kiss her and leave her, your heart's delight,
In dreamless peace with Jesus tonight.
Put away her slippers and empty chair,
Fold up the garments she used to wear,
Let down the curtain, close the door,
Mother will need the old house no more.
God understands, his ways are right,
But mother, dear mother, we miss you tonight.

Daughter of John Potter SMITH and Mary Abigail (BLISS) SMITH. Born in Norwich, Connecticut, moved to Worcester, Massachusetts by 1860.