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Seaborn McKendree Shankle

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Seaborn McKendree Shankle

Birth
Death
22 Aug 1885 (aged 60)
Burial
Commerce, Jackson County, Georgia, USA GPS-Latitude: 34.2028139, Longitude: -83.4544342
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Jackson Herald, August 28, 1885
Mr. S. M. Shankle is dead. In his death Harmony Grove (with the growth of which he was so closely identified) loses one of its best citizens; most progressive and thorough business man; the church one of its best members; his wife and children a husband and father in the truest sense of those words. Mr. Shankle has lived in what is now a progressive business city, since it was simply a small trading post, and camping place for the wagon trains that hauled their produce from the mountains of Ga., and the Carolinas to Athens, which was then the market for all that section. The building of the N. E. Railroad gave this erstwhile trading post an impetus citywards and its growth, all things considered, has been marvelous. To no one is more indebted for her growth and her good morals, than the man whose death this article chronicles. A good man is gone. In common with his numerous friends, we feel sad.
Jackson Herald, August 28, 1885
Mr. S. M. Shankle is dead. In his death Harmony Grove (with the growth of which he was so closely identified) loses one of its best citizens; most progressive and thorough business man; the church one of its best members; his wife and children a husband and father in the truest sense of those words. Mr. Shankle has lived in what is now a progressive business city, since it was simply a small trading post, and camping place for the wagon trains that hauled their produce from the mountains of Ga., and the Carolinas to Athens, which was then the market for all that section. The building of the N. E. Railroad gave this erstwhile trading post an impetus citywards and its growth, all things considered, has been marvelous. To no one is more indebted for her growth and her good morals, than the man whose death this article chronicles. A good man is gone. In common with his numerous friends, we feel sad.


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