~OBITUARY OF COLONEL THADDEUS W. HUNTER
A death that is deeply and truly regretted occurred in this city Wednesday afternoon near the hour of 6 o'clock, when the spirit of Colonel Thaddeus W. HUNTER passed unto his Maker, after a long and painful illness. He died surrounded by his beloved wife and children, who, with numerous friends, were unremitting in their efforts to allay his sufferings. Colonel HUNTER was an old citizen of Weimar, and possessed the friendship and esteem of every man, woman and child in the town. His cheery greetings and familiar presence was ever welcome wherever he went. In the days of better health it was his wont to visit from place to place among the business institutions, call out his friends, and spend a few moments in friendly greeting and pleasantry. Such visits, as the writer can vouch for, were mutually enjoyable, for the colonel was an interesting talker, and his friendship was of that type that everyone appreciated. Some few nights ago he had a chill, followed by a stroke of paralysis, and this, in his aged, crippled condition, proved too much for his constitution, and he grew worse rapidly, until it became the painful duty of the family physician to announce that there was no hope of his recovery, and that the end was near. His absent children was notified, and where it was possible they came at once to see for the last time their beloved father. Colonel HUNTER was the oldest native born Texan, having been born at Morgan Point, then his father's home, on September 23, 1823. His talk of the early days of Texas were very interesting, and no one heard same without being benefited. We regret that we are not well enough informed to give our readers a biographical sketch of this man's life. That it would be interesting it is needless to state. At some future time we hope some friend will furnish us with same. The remains of Colonel HUNTER were laid to rest in the Odd Fellows cemetery Thursday afternoon, a large concourse of relatives and friends witnessing the last sad rites so feelingly administered by his late pastor, Rev. Bracewell of the Methodist church. To the grief-stricken family thus bereft of their loved husband and father, our sincere sympathy is extended. Colonel HUNTER was a warm personal friend of the writer, and he deeply deplores his death.
(Published in The Weimar Mercury (TX), Monday, September 28, 1901.)~LONE STAR PIONEER
"I claim to be the oldest male child born in Texas, dead or alive," says Thaddeus HUNTER of Weimar, Texas. "I was born in S. F. Austin's colony in September, 1823 at Morgan's Point, Texas (now La Porte), and lived there seven years. While there we planted cotton and my mother spun and wove the first crop that was woven in Texas. In 1829 we moved to Oyster creek, Fort Bend county, where we engaged in farming and stock raising. The first year we burned off the cane brakes and planted corn with axes and hand sticks. We put in the corn and covered it with the foot. We made sixty-to seventy-five bushels per acre by keeping bears and hanolina, or Mexican hogs, out of the corn. Everything went on all right until 1836 when the Mexican army, under Santa Anna, made us skedaddle or run for our lives. We loaded up the wagon with bacon and meal and some bedding, and rolled out. We took with us 650 head of fat cattle and drove them to the San Jacinto battle ground one or two days before the battle, which supplied the army with beef before and after the battle. When the Mexicans got too close we crossed the bayou at Lynch's ferry and had the river between us. After the battle we went home. I mush right here say that the mothers of Texas get no thanks or praise for their deeds of bravery and privations. It was never too cold, too hot or too wet for my mother to get up and administer to the wants of a wounded soldier and watch the wild Indians prowling around. There never lived a better mother than our mother. In 1845 I went to school at Seguin, Texas, to T. J. Pilgrim, who organized the first Sunday school in Texas. I went seven months. In 1854 I married a Miss Joahana McCRABB of Houston. We had five children. She died in 1868. I married a Miss CONNOR. We had one boy. My wife died. I married a Miss GLAZE. We had four children. All this time I was farming, except four years I sold goods in or near Weimar, Colorado county. I left Oyster creek in 1861 and moved to Colorado county, where I am today. I omitted to state that while at Seguin I had several rounds with the Comanche Indians on their thieving expeditions. In 1844 I was bitten by a rattlesnake, which, I think, has caused me to be lame off and on ever since. I now have to walk on crutches. Have done so for thirty years. I am now, like all the old Texans, broke, and living on the interest of the money I owe."
(Published in The Evening Star (Washington, D. C.), Friday, August 07, 1896.)
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A death that is deeply and truly regretted occurred in this city Wednesday afternoon near the hour of 6 o'clock, when the spirit of Colonel Thaddeus W. HUNTER passed unto his Maker, after a long and painful illness. He died surrounded by his beloved wife and children, who, with numerous friends, were unremitting in their efforts to allay his sufferings. Colonel HUNTER was an old citizen of Weimar, and possessed the friendship and esteem of every man, woman and child in the town. His cheery greetings and familiar presence was ever welcome wherever he went. In the days of better health it was his wont to visit from place to place among the business institutions, call out his friends, and spend a few moments in friendly greeting and pleasantry. Such visits, as the writer can vouch for, were mutually enjoyable, for the colonel was an interesting talker, and his friendship was of that type that everyone appreciated. Some few nights ago he had a chill, followed by a stroke of paralysis, and this, in his aged, crippled condition, proved too much for his constitution, and he grew worse rapidly, until it became the painful duty of the family physician to announce that there was no hope of his recovery, and that the end was near. His absent children was notified, and where it was possible they came at once to see for the last time their beloved father. Colonel HUNTER was the oldest native born Texan, having been born at Morgan Point, then his father's home, on September 23, 1823. His talk of the early days of Texas were very interesting, and no one heard same without being benefited. We regret that we are not well enough informed to give our readers a biographical sketch of this man's life. That it would be interesting it is needless to state. At some future time we hope some friend will furnish us with same. The remains of Colonel HUNTER were laid to rest in the Odd Fellows cemetery Thursday afternoon, a large concourse of relatives and friends witnessing the last sad rites so feelingly administered by his late pastor, Rev. Bracewell of the Methodist church. To the grief-stricken family thus bereft of their loved husband and father, our sincere sympathy is extended. Colonel HUNTER was a warm personal friend of the writer, and he deeply deplores his death.
(Published in The Weimar Mercury (TX), Monday, September 28, 1901.)~LONE STAR PIONEER
"I claim to be the oldest male child born in Texas, dead or alive," says Thaddeus HUNTER of Weimar, Texas. "I was born in S. F. Austin's colony in September, 1823 at Morgan's Point, Texas (now La Porte), and lived there seven years. While there we planted cotton and my mother spun and wove the first crop that was woven in Texas. In 1829 we moved to Oyster creek, Fort Bend county, where we engaged in farming and stock raising. The first year we burned off the cane brakes and planted corn with axes and hand sticks. We put in the corn and covered it with the foot. We made sixty-to seventy-five bushels per acre by keeping bears and hanolina, or Mexican hogs, out of the corn. Everything went on all right until 1836 when the Mexican army, under Santa Anna, made us skedaddle or run for our lives. We loaded up the wagon with bacon and meal and some bedding, and rolled out. We took with us 650 head of fat cattle and drove them to the San Jacinto battle ground one or two days before the battle, which supplied the army with beef before and after the battle. When the Mexicans got too close we crossed the bayou at Lynch's ferry and had the river between us. After the battle we went home. I mush right here say that the mothers of Texas get no thanks or praise for their deeds of bravery and privations. It was never too cold, too hot or too wet for my mother to get up and administer to the wants of a wounded soldier and watch the wild Indians prowling around. There never lived a better mother than our mother. In 1845 I went to school at Seguin, Texas, to T. J. Pilgrim, who organized the first Sunday school in Texas. I went seven months. In 1854 I married a Miss Joahana McCRABB of Houston. We had five children. She died in 1868. I married a Miss CONNOR. We had one boy. My wife died. I married a Miss GLAZE. We had four children. All this time I was farming, except four years I sold goods in or near Weimar, Colorado county. I left Oyster creek in 1861 and moved to Colorado county, where I am today. I omitted to state that while at Seguin I had several rounds with the Comanche Indians on their thieving expeditions. In 1844 I was bitten by a rattlesnake, which, I think, has caused me to be lame off and on ever since. I now have to walk on crutches. Have done so for thirty years. I am now, like all the old Texans, broke, and living on the interest of the money I owe."
(Published in The Evening Star (Washington, D. C.), Friday, August 07, 1896.)
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~OBITUARY OF COLONEL THADDEUS W. HUNTER
A death that is deeply and truly regretted occurred in this city Wednesday afternoon near the hour of 6 o'clock, when the spirit of Colonel Thaddeus W. HUNTER passed unto his Maker, after a long and painful illness. He died surrounded by his beloved wife and children, who, with numerous friends, were unremitting in their efforts to allay his sufferings. Colonel HUNTER was an old citizen of Weimar, and possessed the friendship and esteem of every man, woman and child in the town. His cheery greetings and familiar presence was ever welcome wherever he went. In the days of better health it was his wont to visit from place to place among the business institutions, call out his friends, and spend a few moments in friendly greeting and pleasantry. Such visits, as the writer can vouch for, were mutually enjoyable, for the colonel was an interesting talker, and his friendship was of that type that everyone appreciated. Some few nights ago he had a chill, followed by a stroke of paralysis, and this, in his aged, crippled condition, proved too much for his constitution, and he grew worse rapidly, until it became the painful duty of the family physician to announce that there was no hope of his recovery, and that the end was near. His absent children was notified, and where it was possible they came at once to see for the last time their beloved father. Colonel HUNTER was the oldest native born Texan, having been born at Morgan Point, then his father's home, on September 23, 1823. His talk of the early days of Texas were very interesting, and no one heard same without being benefited. We regret that we are not well enough informed to give our readers a biographical sketch of this man's life. That it would be interesting it is needless to state. At some future time we hope some friend will furnish us with same. The remains of Colonel HUNTER were laid to rest in the Odd Fellows cemetery Thursday afternoon, a large concourse of relatives and friends witnessing the last sad rites so feelingly administered by his late pastor, Rev. Bracewell of the Methodist church. To the grief-stricken family thus bereft of their loved husband and father, our sincere sympathy is extended. Colonel HUNTER was a warm personal friend of the writer, and he deeply deplores his death.
(Published in The Weimar Mercury (TX), Monday, September 28, 1901.)~LONE STAR PIONEER
"I claim to be the oldest male child born in Texas, dead or alive," says Thaddeus HUNTER of Weimar, Texas. "I was born in S. F. Austin's colony in September, 1823 at Morgan's Point, Texas (now La Porte), and lived there seven years. While there we planted cotton and my mother spun and wove the first crop that was woven in Texas. In 1829 we moved to Oyster creek, Fort Bend county, where we engaged in farming and stock raising. The first year we burned off the cane brakes and planted corn with axes and hand sticks. We put in the corn and covered it with the foot. We made sixty-to seventy-five bushels per acre by keeping bears and hanolina, or Mexican hogs, out of the corn. Everything went on all right until 1836 when the Mexican army, under Santa Anna, made us skedaddle or run for our lives. We loaded up the wagon with bacon and meal and some bedding, and rolled out. We took with us 650 head of fat cattle and drove them to the San Jacinto battle ground one or two days before the battle, which supplied the army with beef before and after the battle. When the Mexicans got too close we crossed the bayou at Lynch's ferry and had the river between us. After the battle we went home. I mush right here say that the mothers of Texas get no thanks or praise for their deeds of bravery and privations. It was never too cold, too hot or too wet for my mother to get up and administer to the wants of a wounded soldier and watch the wild Indians prowling around. There never lived a better mother than our mother. In 1845 I went to school at Seguin, Texas, to T. J. Pilgrim, who organized the first Sunday school in Texas. I went seven months. In 1854 I married a Miss Joahana McCRABB of Houston. We had five children. She died in 1868. I married a Miss CONNOR. We had one boy. My wife died. I married a Miss GLAZE. We had four children. All this time I was farming, except four years I sold goods in or near Weimar, Colorado county. I left Oyster creek in 1861 and moved to Colorado county, where I am today. I omitted to state that while at Seguin I had several rounds with the Comanche Indians on their thieving expeditions. In 1844 I was bitten by a rattlesnake, which, I think, has caused me to be lame off and on ever since. I now have to walk on crutches. Have done so for thirty years. I am now, like all the old Texans, broke, and living on the interest of the money I owe."
(Published in The Evening Star (Washington, D. C.), Friday, August 07, 1896.)
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A death that is deeply and truly regretted occurred in this city Wednesday afternoon near the hour of 6 o'clock, when the spirit of Colonel Thaddeus W. HUNTER passed unto his Maker, after a long and painful illness. He died surrounded by his beloved wife and children, who, with numerous friends, were unremitting in their efforts to allay his sufferings. Colonel HUNTER was an old citizen of Weimar, and possessed the friendship and esteem of every man, woman and child in the town. His cheery greetings and familiar presence was ever welcome wherever he went. In the days of better health it was his wont to visit from place to place among the business institutions, call out his friends, and spend a few moments in friendly greeting and pleasantry. Such visits, as the writer can vouch for, were mutually enjoyable, for the colonel was an interesting talker, and his friendship was of that type that everyone appreciated. Some few nights ago he had a chill, followed by a stroke of paralysis, and this, in his aged, crippled condition, proved too much for his constitution, and he grew worse rapidly, until it became the painful duty of the family physician to announce that there was no hope of his recovery, and that the end was near. His absent children was notified, and where it was possible they came at once to see for the last time their beloved father. Colonel HUNTER was the oldest native born Texan, having been born at Morgan Point, then his father's home, on September 23, 1823. His talk of the early days of Texas were very interesting, and no one heard same without being benefited. We regret that we are not well enough informed to give our readers a biographical sketch of this man's life. That it would be interesting it is needless to state. At some future time we hope some friend will furnish us with same. The remains of Colonel HUNTER were laid to rest in the Odd Fellows cemetery Thursday afternoon, a large concourse of relatives and friends witnessing the last sad rites so feelingly administered by his late pastor, Rev. Bracewell of the Methodist church. To the grief-stricken family thus bereft of their loved husband and father, our sincere sympathy is extended. Colonel HUNTER was a warm personal friend of the writer, and he deeply deplores his death.
(Published in The Weimar Mercury (TX), Monday, September 28, 1901.)~LONE STAR PIONEER
"I claim to be the oldest male child born in Texas, dead or alive," says Thaddeus HUNTER of Weimar, Texas. "I was born in S. F. Austin's colony in September, 1823 at Morgan's Point, Texas (now La Porte), and lived there seven years. While there we planted cotton and my mother spun and wove the first crop that was woven in Texas. In 1829 we moved to Oyster creek, Fort Bend county, where we engaged in farming and stock raising. The first year we burned off the cane brakes and planted corn with axes and hand sticks. We put in the corn and covered it with the foot. We made sixty-to seventy-five bushels per acre by keeping bears and hanolina, or Mexican hogs, out of the corn. Everything went on all right until 1836 when the Mexican army, under Santa Anna, made us skedaddle or run for our lives. We loaded up the wagon with bacon and meal and some bedding, and rolled out. We took with us 650 head of fat cattle and drove them to the San Jacinto battle ground one or two days before the battle, which supplied the army with beef before and after the battle. When the Mexicans got too close we crossed the bayou at Lynch's ferry and had the river between us. After the battle we went home. I mush right here say that the mothers of Texas get no thanks or praise for their deeds of bravery and privations. It was never too cold, too hot or too wet for my mother to get up and administer to the wants of a wounded soldier and watch the wild Indians prowling around. There never lived a better mother than our mother. In 1845 I went to school at Seguin, Texas, to T. J. Pilgrim, who organized the first Sunday school in Texas. I went seven months. In 1854 I married a Miss Joahana McCRABB of Houston. We had five children. She died in 1868. I married a Miss CONNOR. We had one boy. My wife died. I married a Miss GLAZE. We had four children. All this time I was farming, except four years I sold goods in or near Weimar, Colorado county. I left Oyster creek in 1861 and moved to Colorado county, where I am today. I omitted to state that while at Seguin I had several rounds with the Comanche Indians on their thieving expeditions. In 1844 I was bitten by a rattlesnake, which, I think, has caused me to be lame off and on ever since. I now have to walk on crutches. Have done so for thirty years. I am now, like all the old Texans, broke, and living on the interest of the money I owe."
(Published in The Evening Star (Washington, D. C.), Friday, August 07, 1896.)
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