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Selina P Hancock

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Selina P Hancock

Birth
Henrietta, Lorain County, Ohio, USA
Death
14 Dec 1863 (aged 33)
Lorain County, Ohio, USA
Burial
Kipton, Lorain County, Ohio, USA Add to Map
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Selina Hancock was born May 14, 1830 in Henrietta Twp., Lorain Co., Ohio. She was the fifth child and third daughter of Abner and Miranda (White) Hancock. In 1852, when Selina was 22 years old, her father unexpectedly died on his journey west. Her Aunt Clarinda (White) Wood Stone wrote on Sept. 14, 1852 “My own Dear Selina, How I feel for you, you write as tho your heart bleeds . . . “

Selina was a school teacher, having attended teacher training in Oberlin, Ohio. She taught school in Pennsylvania (a “select school” as her niece Delia Jay (Wadsworth) described it) as well as in Lorain Co., Ohio. Selina must have had a strong personality and a sense of humor. On July 29, 1859 she signed a letter to one of her brothers as “Give my love to all my friends, but don’t give a bit to my enemies.”

Selina P. Hancock died of typhoid fever on December 14, 1863.
Selina Hancock was born May 14, 1830 in Henrietta Twp., Lorain Co., Ohio. She was the fifth child and third daughter of Abner and Miranda (White) Hancock. In 1852, when Selina was 22 years old, her father unexpectedly died on his journey west. Her Aunt Clarinda (White) Wood Stone wrote on Sept. 14, 1852 “My own Dear Selina, How I feel for you, you write as tho your heart bleeds . . . “

Selina was a school teacher, having attended teacher training in Oberlin, Ohio. She taught school in Pennsylvania (a “select school” as her niece Delia Jay (Wadsworth) described it) as well as in Lorain Co., Ohio. Selina must have had a strong personality and a sense of humor. On July 29, 1859 she signed a letter to one of her brothers as “Give my love to all my friends, but don’t give a bit to my enemies.”

Selina P. Hancock died of typhoid fever on December 14, 1863.

Inscription

"SELINA P. DAUGHTER OF A. & M. HANCOCK DIED DEC. 14, 1863 AGED 33 YRS. & 7 MOS.
Sister rest, the grave hath won thee,
From the pain of worldly strife,
For thy bark was far too fragile,
for the wilder storms of life.
Angels bore thy spirit upward,
To a home where all is love.
Tho the casket low is buried,
Brightly gleams the gem above."



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