The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1907-01-03
Notes From Maple Grove.

j. NJ Fenlon was removed to Green
Bay hospital on Monday, where he will
be operated on for appendicitis by DR..
Minahar.
Miss Aggie Nc Donald of Forest Jet
is visiting at the home of her aunt, Mrs.
NJ. H. Cornell.
Matt O'Neil of Mill Center is visiting
at the home of his brother, Martin
O'Neil.
Mrs. Bamford and children of
Plymouth are visiting with DR.. and
Mrs. Falge in Reedsville.
On Saturday, at the home of the bride
mother in Reedsville, Joe Bartha and
Miss Anna Kurth were married, Rev.
Bremen tying the nuptial knot. The
young couble will reside in Milwaukee,
where the groom is employed by the
Iron Bridge Co.
Gothelf Brandt died suddenly at his
home in Forest Jet on Dec %, aged IS
years. The decedent was one of the
first settlers in Maple Grove, where he
resided till about seven years ago.
Tom O'Hearn came up from Milwau-
kee Friday to attend the funeral of his
aunt Mrs. Patrick Cavanaugh, on Sat
urday.
NJ NJ Guhin of Aberdeen, S. D., ar
rived home Sunday and will spend a few
days visiting his many friends in this
vicinity.
Mrs. John Kings left for Chicago
Monday, where she will spend week,
visiting friends.
DEATH OF MRS. PATRICK CAvANAUGH,
On Thursday evening, about o'clock,
Dec. 27th, '06, the Angle of death called
the soul of Mrs. Patrick Cavanaugh of
Maple Grove to its heavenly abode.
Mrs. Cavanaugh was born in the year
1925 and was in her send year at the
time of her death. She was born in
County Carlow, Ireland. AT the age of
% years she babe farewell to the place
of her nativity and came to America
with her parents and several sisters and
brothers. They all preceded her in the
passage to the Hereafter, except two
brothers, who are still living here She
arrived in Maple Grove in the year 1850
aud had lived continuously here ever
since, On Feb. Sth, 1854, she was
married to Patrick Cavanaugh, with
whom she celebrated their golden we'd
ding on Feb. Sth, 1904. In her death
another one of the old settlers, who
struggled with the hardships and priva-
tons of early days in Maple Grove has
passed away. She leaves TO mourn her
death her husband and two sons,
Michael j. and Patrick w. also two
daughters, Mrs. p. E. Cavanaugh and
Nellie, all of this place.
The funeral was held Saturday from
st. Patrick's church and was largely at
tended. The requiem mass was said by
Rev. Father O'Connell, assisted by Rev.
Roder of Morrison and Rev. Father
Herb of Whitelaw. The pail. bearers
were Messrs. NJ. H. O'Connell, D. C.
Cavanaugh, Matt Cavanaugh, T. j.
Fenlon, James Carey, and James Shea.
han. Mrs. Cavanaugh had large circle
of warm friends, and she was highly
esteemed by all her acquaintance for
her many excellent qualities. Her
memory will linger long and fondly
with those who had the pleasure of
forming her acquaintance. Like mary
others Of her Celtic race in Maple Grove,
she was typical land mark of Catho-
licity. The old pioneers who in days
gone by stripped the forests of their
grandeur and left home to posterity
may well be worthy of emulation, but
chiefly on account of the beautiful
Christian principles underlying the daily
routine of their lives. She was truly
lady, especially in the beautiful realm
of home over which she presided. Her
honorable life was the Grown of living
stars that adorned the night of tribula-
ton. 1t strewed the family threshold
with the flowers of promise and en-
shrined the memory of loved ones gone
before, in all the fragrance of that
Blessed Hope of reunion on the golden
heights of the Hereafter.
Farewell, dear mother Oh, farewell forever.
Sad are our hearts without thee tonight
Lonely the home that once was so happy;
Yes, lonely the home once so happy and bright
flushed is that voice, so gentle and guiding;
Pulseless that heart that once warmly beat
Tender emotions are stirred at thy absence,
Since, silently, now thou sleepest thy last sleep
Yes, asleep in the churchyard so sad and so
lonely,
Hidden away in the cold, silent grave
Where hands ever loving most tenderly laid
thee
To rest where the evergreens wave
Sweet Toe thy rest no voice can awaken
That slumber that now Ger thy body doth
reign:
Though thy soul hath flown upward
And now, in Gods Mansion,
lis free from all sorrow and pain.
And over thy grave that Is now strewn with
white
Flowers of springtime will bloom
And flowers that shall wave in summer fare
gale
Will gladden. the scene Of thy tomb.
memory thou hath left behind thee
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