Ruth married to Joshua Jackson September 24, 1829. He died in Oct 12, 1835. They were the parents of Mark (died in 1886 in Dallas Co, IA.) and Marie. In the 1900 census Ruth was living with her granddaughter Ella Burke She was the mother of 3 children and none of them were living.
Dec 26, 1900 - Carroll Sentinel - Mrs. Ruth Jackson passed her 93rd birthday last Monday and was the recipient of many hearty congratulations. She is as serene and full of sunshine as if the scroll had been rolled back half a century. Without the burdens often accompanying age she has all its fruits of friendship and high esteem of all who know her.
Feb 18, 1901 - (newspaper date is correct. It does not match head stone) Carroll Sentinel - The funeral services over the remains of Grandma Jackson were held Saturday afternoon in the dining room of Burke's hotel, where she had so long made her home, and were of a quiet and impressive character. The floral tributes were many and the casket was a mass of beautiful flowers. A large number of friends were present. Rev. 0.E. Bentley conducted the services. He spoke on the thought called up by the passage of Job: "And thine age shall be clearer than the noonday; thou shall shine forth, thou shall be as the morning."
Although raised a Quaker Mrs. Jackson united with the Methodist church when she was married and for over seventy years had been a faithful, devout member of that church. She had no fear of death but rather longed for it, as a relief from the burdens that age laid upon her and because she would then meet the loved ones who had gone before. Her only regret was the thought of separation from her dear grandchildren and her many friends, and she approached her grave in the full confidence of the faith she had maintained through her long life. A quartette, consisting of Mrs. McLagan, Mrs. Bangs, Messrs. Stein and Dunphy, assisted in the services with some beautiful singing, among the pieces rendered being "Gathering Home." A short Service at the grave concluded the ceremonies. The pall bearers were W.L. Culbertson, W.A. McLagan, W.E. Guild, G.M. Stanton, J.B. Hungerford, H.W. Macomber.
Grandma Jackson was born Ruth Hague in Grayson county, in the southwestern part of Virginia, December 24, 1807. Her family were Quakers and her father was so consistent with his religious beliefs that he refused to hold as slaves negroes that came to him as a legacy. He gave them their liberty and paid them wages as freemen. This was not pleasing to the neighboring slaveholders and it was partly because of this that Mr. Hague moved to a free state with his family, settling in Wayne county, Indiana, then almost a wilderness, when little Ruth was twelve years old.
She was married to Joshua Jackson September 24, 1829, three children being born to them. Her husband died in 1835, and although their marriage had lasted but six years she has been true to his memory for sixty-five years and on the last anniversary of his death, October 12 last, she mentioned the fact that the day always brought sad memories to her.
She moved to Iowa with her children forty years ago and for fifteen years has lived in this city. Her sole surviving relatives are Mrs. Ella M. Burke and Mrs. Addie L. Wright, to whom she has been father and mother and grandmother, their parents dying when they were quite young. She came of a long-lived family, her father living to be 98 and her mother 90.
When her husband died, she went back to Virginia and tenderly cared for her aged parents until they too were laid away in their narrow resting place beneath the sod. She was a woman of great natural ability and force of character yet withal so gentle and kindly as to win the hearts of all who met her even to the last weeks of her long life. A lover of the good things of literature she read much and her mind was a storehouse not only of the events of the past century, but she kept pace with the times and at her advanced age could hold her own in conversation on matters of present interest.
There are few ladies with the charm of manner of Grandma Jackson. The figures 1807 mean little. It is only when we consider what the world was then and is now that we gain an idea of what ninety-three years of life mean. When Ruth Hague was born the great Napoleon was at the height of his power and when she was a little child she heard the fife and drum cheer the soldiers as they marched away to fight the English in the war of 1812-14. The year she moved to Indiana saw the birth of the good queen whose death the world has been lamenting the past few weeks, and her husband died two years, before Victoria was called to the throne. The four greatest figures of the nineteenth century — Leo XIII, Bismarck, Gladstone, and our own martyred Lincoln, were all born since Grandma Jackson first saw the century will scarcely believe the story of the lives of our ancestors.
Yet out of the trials of the early days came noble men and women, tried in the fire of adversity they came forth with high aims and generous impulses. And some of those who lived to a serene old age found the philosopher's stone and learned to look on life with calm content and true Christian fortitude. Such a one was Grandma Jackson. And those who enjoyed her friendship will remember with pleasure the intellectual charm of her conversation, her winsome manner, and her courteous, kindly greeting.
Feb 20, 1901 - Carroll Herald - The precarious condition of "Grandma" Jackson was mentioned in the last issue of the Herald, but before half the papers had reached the readers she breathed her last. A few days before her death she became nervous and required more attention than usual but it was not till the illness noted in our last issue that the near approach of the end was feared by her granddaughters. However, Tuesday came and with it alarming symptoms. Gradually she sank, but lingered till Wednesday evening at 7:20 when life ebbed away.
She breathed her last as calmly and peacefully as sleep passes over the serene features of a child. Saturday the funeral services were held in the dining room of Burke's hotel where numerous friends had gathered. Rev. C.E. Bentley, pastor of the M.E. church, who had entered largely into the Christian life of the deceased, delivered a touching address. He has spent many hours with "Grandma" during the past few weeks and spoke feelingly of her faith in the tenets of the bible and its teachings. The scriptural lesson was a favorite chapter of hers from the book of John. Her favorite hymns were sung by the choir.
"Grandma" Jackson was one of the remarkable women one meets in a life time, and though past her three score years and ten when she became a resident of Carroll she lived long enough to become a part of this community. Hers was a most remarkable life, and an account of it can not be rended without absorbing interest.
Her maiden name was Ruth S. Hague, and she was born in Grayson county, Virginia, December 24, 1807. She was, therefore, older than Abraham Lincoln and lived under the administration of every American president, excepting Washington and John Adams. While a child she moved with her parents to Wayne county, Indiana, settling near Washington. There she was reared to womanhood in the atmosphere of her Quaker ancestors.
In her 23rd year, October, 24th, 1829, she was married to Joshua Jackson, who was a Methodist. She then joined the M.E. church, and for over 71 years she remained a devout member. Her husband died October 12, 1835, and though less than 28 years old, she never re-married, her widowhood extending a period of over 65 years.
Three children were born to her, the eldest of whom was the wife of Allen Hoover, and mother of Mrs. Ella Burke and Mrs. Addie Wright of Carroll. One died in infancy. After the death of her husband she returned to the home of her parents and devoted her life to them and her children. She was the prop on which they leaned and with more than filial devotion she cared for them as long as they lived.
In 1864 she came west with her daughter's family and settled at Mount Vernon. When their parents were removed by death she became a mother to her granddaughters. They became to her children of her own and through all the intervening years her devotion to them was returned with a love so constant, considerate and unreserved that nothing on earth could surpass. There was something remarkable in the tender, loving, constant attention shown by the two granddaughters to the dear old grandmother. The weight of years and the waste of age only augmented the love they bore her. The family removed to Dallas county and resided therefor a number of years, but after Mrs. Burke's marriage she made her home with her son, M.L. Jackson, who never married. But the son died in 1886, and that fall she came to Carroll and since then made her home with Mrs. Burke.
"Grandma" Jackson was a woman of striking appearance. In her youth she was stately and handsome, her features were classic and expressive of intellectuality and depth of character. Her father was a Quaker and at an early date liberated his bondmen because he disbelieved in slavery. She was in the zenith of her intellectual power during the days of the Civil war and reconstruction and her ideas on questions then agitating the public mind were deep set and remained with her to the end.
She was an ardent Republican, but was carefu1 never to be obtrusive or to give offense. In her Quaker surroundings she imbibed rigid ideas and never would lower her standard. Considerate and sympathetic, she still measured manhood and womanhood by the ideals of her youth. She grieved for the shortcomings of the unfortunate and the weak, but could not condone wrong.
Her memory was remarkable. She could recall while a child of seeing the soldiers of the war of 1812 pass her Virginia home, and she could still see the tears roll down her mother's cheeks as she bade goodby to the boys going to the front. The poetry she read in girlhood remained fresh in memory and she quoted with readiness and recited with a charm that fascinated the hearer. But her reading was not all poetry, for she read the Forum and North American Review with interest and could discuss their contents with an intelligence and comprehension that surprised even so good a student as E.R. Burke.
She loved the beautiful in language and literature. Only a few days before her death she spoke of the fine literary style of a book, "Prince of the House of David," that had been presented to her last Christmas. But there was no greater sublimity or grandeur in language and thought than she found in the bible. To her, the Good Book had no equal, even as a book. It was from the bible she learned to read. For in her childhood it was the text book, and children studied "out loud" in school. Her old volume shows the signs of usage throughout many decades and from its pages she learned many of the most valuable lessons of life.
She cherished the memory of her husband with a wifely devotion that never dimmed. Only last October she wept on the 65th annivesary of his death and referred to it as one of her sad days. Her mind was clear and practical and her interest in business affairs was keen even up to two days before her death. The splendid business of Burke's hotel delighted her and she praised her "child" for deserving success. The smile of a child of the laugh of youth gladdened her heart and it was reflected back in the cheer of her womanly visage.
She passed into age as gently as the lengthening shadows dissipate into twilight. Nature had placed unusual plenty, to her credit and added years were marked with health and mental vigor. She will be missed by this community, but her striking personality and charming womanly character will be a heritage to all who learned to know her.
Dec 26, 1900 - Carroll Sentinel - Mrs. Ruth Jackson passed her 93rd birthday last Monday and was the recipient of many hearty congratulations. She is as serene and full of sunshine as if the scroll had been rolled back half a century. Without the burdens often accompanying age she has all its fruits of friendship and high esteem of all who know her.
Feb 18, 1901 - (newspaper date is correct. It does not match head stone) Carroll Sentinel - The funeral services over the remains of Grandma Jackson were held Saturday afternoon in the dining room of Burke's hotel, where she had so long made her home, and were of a quiet and impressive character. The floral tributes were many and the casket was a mass of beautiful flowers. A large number of friends were present. Rev. 0.E. Bentley conducted the services. He spoke on the thought called up by the passage of Job: "And thine age shall be clearer than the noonday; thou shall shine forth, thou shall be as the morning."
Although raised a Quaker Mrs. Jackson united with the Methodist church when she was married and for over seventy years had been a faithful, devout member of that church. She had no fear of death but rather longed for it, as a relief from the burdens that age laid upon her and because she would then meet the loved ones who had gone before. Her only regret was the thought of separation from her dear grandchildren and her many friends, and she approached her grave in the full confidence of the faith she had maintained through her long life. A quartette, consisting of Mrs. McLagan, Mrs. Bangs, Messrs. Stein and Dunphy, assisted in the services with some beautiful singing, among the pieces rendered being "Gathering Home." A short Service at the grave concluded the ceremonies. The pall bearers were W.L. Culbertson, W.A. McLagan, W.E. Guild, G.M. Stanton, J.B. Hungerford, H.W. Macomber.
Grandma Jackson was born Ruth Hague in Grayson county, in the southwestern part of Virginia, December 24, 1807. Her family were Quakers and her father was so consistent with his religious beliefs that he refused to hold as slaves negroes that came to him as a legacy. He gave them their liberty and paid them wages as freemen. This was not pleasing to the neighboring slaveholders and it was partly because of this that Mr. Hague moved to a free state with his family, settling in Wayne county, Indiana, then almost a wilderness, when little Ruth was twelve years old.
She was married to Joshua Jackson September 24, 1829, three children being born to them. Her husband died in 1835, and although their marriage had lasted but six years she has been true to his memory for sixty-five years and on the last anniversary of his death, October 12 last, she mentioned the fact that the day always brought sad memories to her.
She moved to Iowa with her children forty years ago and for fifteen years has lived in this city. Her sole surviving relatives are Mrs. Ella M. Burke and Mrs. Addie L. Wright, to whom she has been father and mother and grandmother, their parents dying when they were quite young. She came of a long-lived family, her father living to be 98 and her mother 90.
When her husband died, she went back to Virginia and tenderly cared for her aged parents until they too were laid away in their narrow resting place beneath the sod. She was a woman of great natural ability and force of character yet withal so gentle and kindly as to win the hearts of all who met her even to the last weeks of her long life. A lover of the good things of literature she read much and her mind was a storehouse not only of the events of the past century, but she kept pace with the times and at her advanced age could hold her own in conversation on matters of present interest.
There are few ladies with the charm of manner of Grandma Jackson. The figures 1807 mean little. It is only when we consider what the world was then and is now that we gain an idea of what ninety-three years of life mean. When Ruth Hague was born the great Napoleon was at the height of his power and when she was a little child she heard the fife and drum cheer the soldiers as they marched away to fight the English in the war of 1812-14. The year she moved to Indiana saw the birth of the good queen whose death the world has been lamenting the past few weeks, and her husband died two years, before Victoria was called to the throne. The four greatest figures of the nineteenth century — Leo XIII, Bismarck, Gladstone, and our own martyred Lincoln, were all born since Grandma Jackson first saw the century will scarcely believe the story of the lives of our ancestors.
Yet out of the trials of the early days came noble men and women, tried in the fire of adversity they came forth with high aims and generous impulses. And some of those who lived to a serene old age found the philosopher's stone and learned to look on life with calm content and true Christian fortitude. Such a one was Grandma Jackson. And those who enjoyed her friendship will remember with pleasure the intellectual charm of her conversation, her winsome manner, and her courteous, kindly greeting.
Feb 20, 1901 - Carroll Herald - The precarious condition of "Grandma" Jackson was mentioned in the last issue of the Herald, but before half the papers had reached the readers she breathed her last. A few days before her death she became nervous and required more attention than usual but it was not till the illness noted in our last issue that the near approach of the end was feared by her granddaughters. However, Tuesday came and with it alarming symptoms. Gradually she sank, but lingered till Wednesday evening at 7:20 when life ebbed away.
She breathed her last as calmly and peacefully as sleep passes over the serene features of a child. Saturday the funeral services were held in the dining room of Burke's hotel where numerous friends had gathered. Rev. C.E. Bentley, pastor of the M.E. church, who had entered largely into the Christian life of the deceased, delivered a touching address. He has spent many hours with "Grandma" during the past few weeks and spoke feelingly of her faith in the tenets of the bible and its teachings. The scriptural lesson was a favorite chapter of hers from the book of John. Her favorite hymns were sung by the choir.
"Grandma" Jackson was one of the remarkable women one meets in a life time, and though past her three score years and ten when she became a resident of Carroll she lived long enough to become a part of this community. Hers was a most remarkable life, and an account of it can not be rended without absorbing interest.
Her maiden name was Ruth S. Hague, and she was born in Grayson county, Virginia, December 24, 1807. She was, therefore, older than Abraham Lincoln and lived under the administration of every American president, excepting Washington and John Adams. While a child she moved with her parents to Wayne county, Indiana, settling near Washington. There she was reared to womanhood in the atmosphere of her Quaker ancestors.
In her 23rd year, October, 24th, 1829, she was married to Joshua Jackson, who was a Methodist. She then joined the M.E. church, and for over 71 years she remained a devout member. Her husband died October 12, 1835, and though less than 28 years old, she never re-married, her widowhood extending a period of over 65 years.
Three children were born to her, the eldest of whom was the wife of Allen Hoover, and mother of Mrs. Ella Burke and Mrs. Addie Wright of Carroll. One died in infancy. After the death of her husband she returned to the home of her parents and devoted her life to them and her children. She was the prop on which they leaned and with more than filial devotion she cared for them as long as they lived.
In 1864 she came west with her daughter's family and settled at Mount Vernon. When their parents were removed by death she became a mother to her granddaughters. They became to her children of her own and through all the intervening years her devotion to them was returned with a love so constant, considerate and unreserved that nothing on earth could surpass. There was something remarkable in the tender, loving, constant attention shown by the two granddaughters to the dear old grandmother. The weight of years and the waste of age only augmented the love they bore her. The family removed to Dallas county and resided therefor a number of years, but after Mrs. Burke's marriage she made her home with her son, M.L. Jackson, who never married. But the son died in 1886, and that fall she came to Carroll and since then made her home with Mrs. Burke.
"Grandma" Jackson was a woman of striking appearance. In her youth she was stately and handsome, her features were classic and expressive of intellectuality and depth of character. Her father was a Quaker and at an early date liberated his bondmen because he disbelieved in slavery. She was in the zenith of her intellectual power during the days of the Civil war and reconstruction and her ideas on questions then agitating the public mind were deep set and remained with her to the end.
She was an ardent Republican, but was carefu1 never to be obtrusive or to give offense. In her Quaker surroundings she imbibed rigid ideas and never would lower her standard. Considerate and sympathetic, she still measured manhood and womanhood by the ideals of her youth. She grieved for the shortcomings of the unfortunate and the weak, but could not condone wrong.
Her memory was remarkable. She could recall while a child of seeing the soldiers of the war of 1812 pass her Virginia home, and she could still see the tears roll down her mother's cheeks as she bade goodby to the boys going to the front. The poetry she read in girlhood remained fresh in memory and she quoted with readiness and recited with a charm that fascinated the hearer. But her reading was not all poetry, for she read the Forum and North American Review with interest and could discuss their contents with an intelligence and comprehension that surprised even so good a student as E.R. Burke.
She loved the beautiful in language and literature. Only a few days before her death she spoke of the fine literary style of a book, "Prince of the House of David," that had been presented to her last Christmas. But there was no greater sublimity or grandeur in language and thought than she found in the bible. To her, the Good Book had no equal, even as a book. It was from the bible she learned to read. For in her childhood it was the text book, and children studied "out loud" in school. Her old volume shows the signs of usage throughout many decades and from its pages she learned many of the most valuable lessons of life.
She cherished the memory of her husband with a wifely devotion that never dimmed. Only last October she wept on the 65th annivesary of his death and referred to it as one of her sad days. Her mind was clear and practical and her interest in business affairs was keen even up to two days before her death. The splendid business of Burke's hotel delighted her and she praised her "child" for deserving success. The smile of a child of the laugh of youth gladdened her heart and it was reflected back in the cheer of her womanly visage.
She passed into age as gently as the lengthening shadows dissipate into twilight. Nature had placed unusual plenty, to her credit and added years were marked with health and mental vigor. She will be missed by this community, but her striking personality and charming womanly character will be a heritage to all who learned to know her.
Ruth married to Joshua Jackson September 24, 1829. He died in Oct 12, 1835. They were the parents of Mark (died in 1886 in Dallas Co, IA.) and Marie. In the 1900 census Ruth was living with her granddaughter Ella Burke She was the mother of 3 children and none of them were living.
Dec 26, 1900 - Carroll Sentinel - Mrs. Ruth Jackson passed her 93rd birthday last Monday and was the recipient of many hearty congratulations. She is as serene and full of sunshine as if the scroll had been rolled back half a century. Without the burdens often accompanying age she has all its fruits of friendship and high esteem of all who know her.
Feb 18, 1901 - (newspaper date is correct. It does not match head stone) Carroll Sentinel - The funeral services over the remains of Grandma Jackson were held Saturday afternoon in the dining room of Burke's hotel, where she had so long made her home, and were of a quiet and impressive character. The floral tributes were many and the casket was a mass of beautiful flowers. A large number of friends were present. Rev. 0.E. Bentley conducted the services. He spoke on the thought called up by the passage of Job: "And thine age shall be clearer than the noonday; thou shall shine forth, thou shall be as the morning."
Although raised a Quaker Mrs. Jackson united with the Methodist church when she was married and for over seventy years had been a faithful, devout member of that church. She had no fear of death but rather longed for it, as a relief from the burdens that age laid upon her and because she would then meet the loved ones who had gone before. Her only regret was the thought of separation from her dear grandchildren and her many friends, and she approached her grave in the full confidence of the faith she had maintained through her long life. A quartette, consisting of Mrs. McLagan, Mrs. Bangs, Messrs. Stein and Dunphy, assisted in the services with some beautiful singing, among the pieces rendered being "Gathering Home." A short Service at the grave concluded the ceremonies. The pall bearers were W.L. Culbertson, W.A. McLagan, W.E. Guild, G.M. Stanton, J.B. Hungerford, H.W. Macomber.
Grandma Jackson was born Ruth Hague in Grayson county, in the southwestern part of Virginia, December 24, 1807. Her family were Quakers and her father was so consistent with his religious beliefs that he refused to hold as slaves negroes that came to him as a legacy. He gave them their liberty and paid them wages as freemen. This was not pleasing to the neighboring slaveholders and it was partly because of this that Mr. Hague moved to a free state with his family, settling in Wayne county, Indiana, then almost a wilderness, when little Ruth was twelve years old.
She was married to Joshua Jackson September 24, 1829, three children being born to them. Her husband died in 1835, and although their marriage had lasted but six years she has been true to his memory for sixty-five years and on the last anniversary of his death, October 12 last, she mentioned the fact that the day always brought sad memories to her.
She moved to Iowa with her children forty years ago and for fifteen years has lived in this city. Her sole surviving relatives are Mrs. Ella M. Burke and Mrs. Addie L. Wright, to whom she has been father and mother and grandmother, their parents dying when they were quite young. She came of a long-lived family, her father living to be 98 and her mother 90.
When her husband died, she went back to Virginia and tenderly cared for her aged parents until they too were laid away in their narrow resting place beneath the sod. She was a woman of great natural ability and force of character yet withal so gentle and kindly as to win the hearts of all who met her even to the last weeks of her long life. A lover of the good things of literature she read much and her mind was a storehouse not only of the events of the past century, but she kept pace with the times and at her advanced age could hold her own in conversation on matters of present interest.
There are few ladies with the charm of manner of Grandma Jackson. The figures 1807 mean little. It is only when we consider what the world was then and is now that we gain an idea of what ninety-three years of life mean. When Ruth Hague was born the great Napoleon was at the height of his power and when she was a little child she heard the fife and drum cheer the soldiers as they marched away to fight the English in the war of 1812-14. The year she moved to Indiana saw the birth of the good queen whose death the world has been lamenting the past few weeks, and her husband died two years, before Victoria was called to the throne. The four greatest figures of the nineteenth century — Leo XIII, Bismarck, Gladstone, and our own martyred Lincoln, were all born since Grandma Jackson first saw the century will scarcely believe the story of the lives of our ancestors.
Yet out of the trials of the early days came noble men and women, tried in the fire of adversity they came forth with high aims and generous impulses. And some of those who lived to a serene old age found the philosopher's stone and learned to look on life with calm content and true Christian fortitude. Such a one was Grandma Jackson. And those who enjoyed her friendship will remember with pleasure the intellectual charm of her conversation, her winsome manner, and her courteous, kindly greeting.
Feb 20, 1901 - Carroll Herald - The precarious condition of "Grandma" Jackson was mentioned in the last issue of the Herald, but before half the papers had reached the readers she breathed her last. A few days before her death she became nervous and required more attention than usual but it was not till the illness noted in our last issue that the near approach of the end was feared by her granddaughters. However, Tuesday came and with it alarming symptoms. Gradually she sank, but lingered till Wednesday evening at 7:20 when life ebbed away.
She breathed her last as calmly and peacefully as sleep passes over the serene features of a child. Saturday the funeral services were held in the dining room of Burke's hotel where numerous friends had gathered. Rev. C.E. Bentley, pastor of the M.E. church, who had entered largely into the Christian life of the deceased, delivered a touching address. He has spent many hours with "Grandma" during the past few weeks and spoke feelingly of her faith in the tenets of the bible and its teachings. The scriptural lesson was a favorite chapter of hers from the book of John. Her favorite hymns were sung by the choir.
"Grandma" Jackson was one of the remarkable women one meets in a life time, and though past her three score years and ten when she became a resident of Carroll she lived long enough to become a part of this community. Hers was a most remarkable life, and an account of it can not be rended without absorbing interest.
Her maiden name was Ruth S. Hague, and she was born in Grayson county, Virginia, December 24, 1807. She was, therefore, older than Abraham Lincoln and lived under the administration of every American president, excepting Washington and John Adams. While a child she moved with her parents to Wayne county, Indiana, settling near Washington. There she was reared to womanhood in the atmosphere of her Quaker ancestors.
In her 23rd year, October, 24th, 1829, she was married to Joshua Jackson, who was a Methodist. She then joined the M.E. church, and for over 71 years she remained a devout member. Her husband died October 12, 1835, and though less than 28 years old, she never re-married, her widowhood extending a period of over 65 years.
Three children were born to her, the eldest of whom was the wife of Allen Hoover, and mother of Mrs. Ella Burke and Mrs. Addie Wright of Carroll. One died in infancy. After the death of her husband she returned to the home of her parents and devoted her life to them and her children. She was the prop on which they leaned and with more than filial devotion she cared for them as long as they lived.
In 1864 she came west with her daughter's family and settled at Mount Vernon. When their parents were removed by death she became a mother to her granddaughters. They became to her children of her own and through all the intervening years her devotion to them was returned with a love so constant, considerate and unreserved that nothing on earth could surpass. There was something remarkable in the tender, loving, constant attention shown by the two granddaughters to the dear old grandmother. The weight of years and the waste of age only augmented the love they bore her. The family removed to Dallas county and resided therefor a number of years, but after Mrs. Burke's marriage she made her home with her son, M.L. Jackson, who never married. But the son died in 1886, and that fall she came to Carroll and since then made her home with Mrs. Burke.
"Grandma" Jackson was a woman of striking appearance. In her youth she was stately and handsome, her features were classic and expressive of intellectuality and depth of character. Her father was a Quaker and at an early date liberated his bondmen because he disbelieved in slavery. She was in the zenith of her intellectual power during the days of the Civil war and reconstruction and her ideas on questions then agitating the public mind were deep set and remained with her to the end.
She was an ardent Republican, but was carefu1 never to be obtrusive or to give offense. In her Quaker surroundings she imbibed rigid ideas and never would lower her standard. Considerate and sympathetic, she still measured manhood and womanhood by the ideals of her youth. She grieved for the shortcomings of the unfortunate and the weak, but could not condone wrong.
Her memory was remarkable. She could recall while a child of seeing the soldiers of the war of 1812 pass her Virginia home, and she could still see the tears roll down her mother's cheeks as she bade goodby to the boys going to the front. The poetry she read in girlhood remained fresh in memory and she quoted with readiness and recited with a charm that fascinated the hearer. But her reading was not all poetry, for she read the Forum and North American Review with interest and could discuss their contents with an intelligence and comprehension that surprised even so good a student as E.R. Burke.
She loved the beautiful in language and literature. Only a few days before her death she spoke of the fine literary style of a book, "Prince of the House of David," that had been presented to her last Christmas. But there was no greater sublimity or grandeur in language and thought than she found in the bible. To her, the Good Book had no equal, even as a book. It was from the bible she learned to read. For in her childhood it was the text book, and children studied "out loud" in school. Her old volume shows the signs of usage throughout many decades and from its pages she learned many of the most valuable lessons of life.
She cherished the memory of her husband with a wifely devotion that never dimmed. Only last October she wept on the 65th annivesary of his death and referred to it as one of her sad days. Her mind was clear and practical and her interest in business affairs was keen even up to two days before her death. The splendid business of Burke's hotel delighted her and she praised her "child" for deserving success. The smile of a child of the laugh of youth gladdened her heart and it was reflected back in the cheer of her womanly visage.
She passed into age as gently as the lengthening shadows dissipate into twilight. Nature had placed unusual plenty, to her credit and added years were marked with health and mental vigor. She will be missed by this community, but her striking personality and charming womanly character will be a heritage to all who learned to know her.
Dec 26, 1900 - Carroll Sentinel - Mrs. Ruth Jackson passed her 93rd birthday last Monday and was the recipient of many hearty congratulations. She is as serene and full of sunshine as if the scroll had been rolled back half a century. Without the burdens often accompanying age she has all its fruits of friendship and high esteem of all who know her.
Feb 18, 1901 - (newspaper date is correct. It does not match head stone) Carroll Sentinel - The funeral services over the remains of Grandma Jackson were held Saturday afternoon in the dining room of Burke's hotel, where she had so long made her home, and were of a quiet and impressive character. The floral tributes were many and the casket was a mass of beautiful flowers. A large number of friends were present. Rev. 0.E. Bentley conducted the services. He spoke on the thought called up by the passage of Job: "And thine age shall be clearer than the noonday; thou shall shine forth, thou shall be as the morning."
Although raised a Quaker Mrs. Jackson united with the Methodist church when she was married and for over seventy years had been a faithful, devout member of that church. She had no fear of death but rather longed for it, as a relief from the burdens that age laid upon her and because she would then meet the loved ones who had gone before. Her only regret was the thought of separation from her dear grandchildren and her many friends, and she approached her grave in the full confidence of the faith she had maintained through her long life. A quartette, consisting of Mrs. McLagan, Mrs. Bangs, Messrs. Stein and Dunphy, assisted in the services with some beautiful singing, among the pieces rendered being "Gathering Home." A short Service at the grave concluded the ceremonies. The pall bearers were W.L. Culbertson, W.A. McLagan, W.E. Guild, G.M. Stanton, J.B. Hungerford, H.W. Macomber.
Grandma Jackson was born Ruth Hague in Grayson county, in the southwestern part of Virginia, December 24, 1807. Her family were Quakers and her father was so consistent with his religious beliefs that he refused to hold as slaves negroes that came to him as a legacy. He gave them their liberty and paid them wages as freemen. This was not pleasing to the neighboring slaveholders and it was partly because of this that Mr. Hague moved to a free state with his family, settling in Wayne county, Indiana, then almost a wilderness, when little Ruth was twelve years old.
She was married to Joshua Jackson September 24, 1829, three children being born to them. Her husband died in 1835, and although their marriage had lasted but six years she has been true to his memory for sixty-five years and on the last anniversary of his death, October 12 last, she mentioned the fact that the day always brought sad memories to her.
She moved to Iowa with her children forty years ago and for fifteen years has lived in this city. Her sole surviving relatives are Mrs. Ella M. Burke and Mrs. Addie L. Wright, to whom she has been father and mother and grandmother, their parents dying when they were quite young. She came of a long-lived family, her father living to be 98 and her mother 90.
When her husband died, she went back to Virginia and tenderly cared for her aged parents until they too were laid away in their narrow resting place beneath the sod. She was a woman of great natural ability and force of character yet withal so gentle and kindly as to win the hearts of all who met her even to the last weeks of her long life. A lover of the good things of literature she read much and her mind was a storehouse not only of the events of the past century, but she kept pace with the times and at her advanced age could hold her own in conversation on matters of present interest.
There are few ladies with the charm of manner of Grandma Jackson. The figures 1807 mean little. It is only when we consider what the world was then and is now that we gain an idea of what ninety-three years of life mean. When Ruth Hague was born the great Napoleon was at the height of his power and when she was a little child she heard the fife and drum cheer the soldiers as they marched away to fight the English in the war of 1812-14. The year she moved to Indiana saw the birth of the good queen whose death the world has been lamenting the past few weeks, and her husband died two years, before Victoria was called to the throne. The four greatest figures of the nineteenth century — Leo XIII, Bismarck, Gladstone, and our own martyred Lincoln, were all born since Grandma Jackson first saw the century will scarcely believe the story of the lives of our ancestors.
Yet out of the trials of the early days came noble men and women, tried in the fire of adversity they came forth with high aims and generous impulses. And some of those who lived to a serene old age found the philosopher's stone and learned to look on life with calm content and true Christian fortitude. Such a one was Grandma Jackson. And those who enjoyed her friendship will remember with pleasure the intellectual charm of her conversation, her winsome manner, and her courteous, kindly greeting.
Feb 20, 1901 - Carroll Herald - The precarious condition of "Grandma" Jackson was mentioned in the last issue of the Herald, but before half the papers had reached the readers she breathed her last. A few days before her death she became nervous and required more attention than usual but it was not till the illness noted in our last issue that the near approach of the end was feared by her granddaughters. However, Tuesday came and with it alarming symptoms. Gradually she sank, but lingered till Wednesday evening at 7:20 when life ebbed away.
She breathed her last as calmly and peacefully as sleep passes over the serene features of a child. Saturday the funeral services were held in the dining room of Burke's hotel where numerous friends had gathered. Rev. C.E. Bentley, pastor of the M.E. church, who had entered largely into the Christian life of the deceased, delivered a touching address. He has spent many hours with "Grandma" during the past few weeks and spoke feelingly of her faith in the tenets of the bible and its teachings. The scriptural lesson was a favorite chapter of hers from the book of John. Her favorite hymns were sung by the choir.
"Grandma" Jackson was one of the remarkable women one meets in a life time, and though past her three score years and ten when she became a resident of Carroll she lived long enough to become a part of this community. Hers was a most remarkable life, and an account of it can not be rended without absorbing interest.
Her maiden name was Ruth S. Hague, and she was born in Grayson county, Virginia, December 24, 1807. She was, therefore, older than Abraham Lincoln and lived under the administration of every American president, excepting Washington and John Adams. While a child she moved with her parents to Wayne county, Indiana, settling near Washington. There she was reared to womanhood in the atmosphere of her Quaker ancestors.
In her 23rd year, October, 24th, 1829, she was married to Joshua Jackson, who was a Methodist. She then joined the M.E. church, and for over 71 years she remained a devout member. Her husband died October 12, 1835, and though less than 28 years old, she never re-married, her widowhood extending a period of over 65 years.
Three children were born to her, the eldest of whom was the wife of Allen Hoover, and mother of Mrs. Ella Burke and Mrs. Addie Wright of Carroll. One died in infancy. After the death of her husband she returned to the home of her parents and devoted her life to them and her children. She was the prop on which they leaned and with more than filial devotion she cared for them as long as they lived.
In 1864 she came west with her daughter's family and settled at Mount Vernon. When their parents were removed by death she became a mother to her granddaughters. They became to her children of her own and through all the intervening years her devotion to them was returned with a love so constant, considerate and unreserved that nothing on earth could surpass. There was something remarkable in the tender, loving, constant attention shown by the two granddaughters to the dear old grandmother. The weight of years and the waste of age only augmented the love they bore her. The family removed to Dallas county and resided therefor a number of years, but after Mrs. Burke's marriage she made her home with her son, M.L. Jackson, who never married. But the son died in 1886, and that fall she came to Carroll and since then made her home with Mrs. Burke.
"Grandma" Jackson was a woman of striking appearance. In her youth she was stately and handsome, her features were classic and expressive of intellectuality and depth of character. Her father was a Quaker and at an early date liberated his bondmen because he disbelieved in slavery. She was in the zenith of her intellectual power during the days of the Civil war and reconstruction and her ideas on questions then agitating the public mind were deep set and remained with her to the end.
She was an ardent Republican, but was carefu1 never to be obtrusive or to give offense. In her Quaker surroundings she imbibed rigid ideas and never would lower her standard. Considerate and sympathetic, she still measured manhood and womanhood by the ideals of her youth. She grieved for the shortcomings of the unfortunate and the weak, but could not condone wrong.
Her memory was remarkable. She could recall while a child of seeing the soldiers of the war of 1812 pass her Virginia home, and she could still see the tears roll down her mother's cheeks as she bade goodby to the boys going to the front. The poetry she read in girlhood remained fresh in memory and she quoted with readiness and recited with a charm that fascinated the hearer. But her reading was not all poetry, for she read the Forum and North American Review with interest and could discuss their contents with an intelligence and comprehension that surprised even so good a student as E.R. Burke.
She loved the beautiful in language and literature. Only a few days before her death she spoke of the fine literary style of a book, "Prince of the House of David," that had been presented to her last Christmas. But there was no greater sublimity or grandeur in language and thought than she found in the bible. To her, the Good Book had no equal, even as a book. It was from the bible she learned to read. For in her childhood it was the text book, and children studied "out loud" in school. Her old volume shows the signs of usage throughout many decades and from its pages she learned many of the most valuable lessons of life.
She cherished the memory of her husband with a wifely devotion that never dimmed. Only last October she wept on the 65th annivesary of his death and referred to it as one of her sad days. Her mind was clear and practical and her interest in business affairs was keen even up to two days before her death. The splendid business of Burke's hotel delighted her and she praised her "child" for deserving success. The smile of a child of the laugh of youth gladdened her heart and it was reflected back in the cheer of her womanly visage.
She passed into age as gently as the lengthening shadows dissipate into twilight. Nature had placed unusual plenty, to her credit and added years were marked with health and mental vigor. She will be missed by this community, but her striking personality and charming womanly character will be a heritage to all who learned to know her.
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