Polk County observer. (Monmouth, Polk County, Or.) 1888-1927, 1911-04-11
OF A PIONEER
UNCLE JOE" sAvERY DIES AT
AGE OF rs YEARS.
Sturdy Old Settler Had Been Resident
Of Polk County For Over Half
a Century.

\ - CAh SVuAhsJ AOh OtNE lANth
Century.
Joseph Henry Savery, for over hal
century a resident of Polk County
died at his home ON Jefferson street
in this city. Sunday morning, April 8
at 4:30 o'clock, after short illness
at the advanced age of rs years,
months and 16 days.
Since June, 1905, Mr.. Savery hat
made his home with his wife in Dallas
and until week or so ago he wa.
seen daily on the streets. stopping here
and there along the way to chat with
this and that one of his great number
of friends. His long period of residence
had made him acquainted with almost
every one, and he took great delight
in his friendly verbal contests with
those whom he met. OF pioneer train
ing and life, he was sturdy in mind
and body, and beneath a feigned
brusqueness which he liked to assume,
was very kind and generous heart.
Among the younger men of the city he
equally well liked. and none will feel
his departure more keenly.
Strong Figure.
He was strong and noted figure in
the community in which he lived, and
was past master of Salt Creek
Grange. He never sought honors nor
office. In politics he was an uncom-
promising and unalterable Democrat;
in business he was absolutely and i'm
honest and thoroughly con-
He was born in Floyd County, Indi-
ana, October 23, 1892. With his par
ents he moved to Iowa and later to
Oregon, coming across the plains with
an OK team. They arrived in Oregon
IN 1853, and on his twenty-frst birth
lay he first reached the spot where his
'ather and mother, G. B. and Gather
ne Savery, took up their donation
and claim, eight miles north of Dali
as, and near where the town of Per-
'ydale now stands. He lived there un-
il his removal to Dallas six years ago.
He married Miss Hulda j. Kimsey
April 10, 1871, and had he lived until
omorrow he would have celebrated
he fortieth anniversary of the event,
which took place on the old Kimsey
arm north of Dallas.
Surviving Relatives.
He is survived by his widow and by
our of the five sons born to them.
he latter are: Ora and Tracy, who |
re in business in Portland; Ralph,
1ho resides on the old home place;
nd Henry, who lives in Dallas, all of
yhom are now here.
The funeral was conducted at / D.
4. this afternoon, at the family home /
4 this city, by the Reverend Barton
!. Riggs, of Perrydale, who was an
Ultimate and lifelong friend of the old
attler The body was taken to Salt
reek, and there laid away in the
uiet little pioneer cemetery.
In the death of Uncle Joe" Savery,
ne community has lost another of the
Lurdy pioneers who rescued the Ore
on country from the wilderness and
elped to place it in it's present proud
osition in the American common
'eath. The life work of this good
tizen and neighbor, and his passing
ripe old age bring vividly to mind
lie lines of Dean Collins beautiful
oem, "The Gift of the Pioneers"
sad at the Polk County Pioneer Re-
MON, two years ago:
Tie Gift of the Pioneers.
he tale of the marching squadrons,
OF freemen sturdy and hale,
Tho laughed at the clouds of danger
Abrood DER the Oregon trail;
he song of the bitter struggle,
Through weariest months and years;
he sturdy fight for a freemans right,
The gift of the pioneers.
title we ken the labor
We of the younger race
nat builded the tangled woodlands
Into a garden place;
title we ken the combat,
The struggle of man with Fate,
nat cleft us away from the Hudson
Bay,
And made us sovereign state.
e pride in the growing cities,
Where Wailing forests stood,
ct the price of our peace and plenty
Was paid in our fathers blood; 4
Ot shed in the rush of fighting,
With battle banner unfurled,
1T drained by the strife for the bread
of life
With an elemental world.
,unt we the wealth of our cities,
The wealth of our fields and farms,
le wealth that swims to our rivers
From the Father Oceans arms?
lese are the fruits of a sowing
Scattered in former years
largess of grace to a younger race-lk
A gift from the pioneers.
zap up the wealth of those cities,
The wealth of those fields and farms,
e wealth that rests in the mount
aims breasts,
And swims from the oceans arms-I
Id never can we repay it,
Our debt to those bitter years
at paid for the gift that our young
hands lift
From the hands of the pioneers,
no came as in marching squadrons-lI
E'reemen sturdy and hale
ID laughed at the clouds of danger
Abrood Ger the Oregon trail;
ho stood in the bitter struggle
weariest months and years
ID gave to our hands these western
lands
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