Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1922-08-02
OBITUARY-MARY E. POLLOCK

| at what was then known as "Pidgeon
Diggings." Her parents had come
here from Virginia and Indiana to
the new lead mining region. Her
! fathers name was Richard Raines.
her mothers family name had been
| Miller.
| Mary Raines was the first white
child born in the township of Lancas-
| ter. At that time there was no viii
lage or city of Lancaster A year or
| two later there were a few houses
f! where Lancaster now stands.
| After an early education in Lancas-
ter schools, Mary Raines became a
school teacher and taught in Lancas-
| ter and in nearby schools. One of the
schools she taught was the whit
comb" school, about three miles north
OF the, city. 1t was while she was
tearhing that she met Edward Pol
| lock-, who came to Lancaster to teach
after having taken college courses in
law and in theology The marriage
| took place in Prairie du CHEN.
The first son, Walter W., was born
in Lancaster, the home Of Colonel and
Mrs. John G. Clark. In the few years
| that followed there was some moving
was born in Gutenberg, Iowa, where
| the husband was teaching.
After some years spent in Iowa, In
diana, and Alabama, in the latter
place soon after the war where Ed
ward Pollock was in charge of the
Rust Normal Institute for colored
teachers, a return was made to Lam
caster. This was about forty-five
years ago. The family first lived in
g house later the home for many
years of the Voelz family. About
1878 a house was purchased from D..
H. Budd, where the third son, Burne,
was born in 1879. This remained the
family home until few months be-
fore the death of Edward Pollock in
1919. There was a continuous resi-
dence in this one home of over forty
years. When the home was broken
up the mother went to Milwaukee and
lived the first winter with her son,
Burne, and from thence to Philadel-
phia where she lived the last two
years of her life in the Chestnut Hill
home of her eldest son, Walter. Here
a few days ago the three sons, the
wife and children of the eldest son
and the bride of the youngest son
gathered at the bedside for a last re-
union The mother was in the full
possession of her mental faculties and
enjoyed her visit, talking intelligently
of old times, OF recent times and OF
her friends, smiling, laughing, even
joking. Her last final visit concluded,
she went to sleep and peacefully pass
ed away, ready and happy in the
thought that she was going back to
her final resting place in Hillside be-
side the companion of her life, the
father of her children.
The subject of this sketch was one
of a family of four children. One sis
ter, Josephine, lived only a few years,
being burned to death accidentally in
a bonfire, one brother is Captain
John W. Raines, who was wounded in
q civil war battle, living, at the pres
ent time in Colorado. Another broth
Ell was William Raines, of North Lam
caster, who died a few years ago.
There was also a half brother and
sister, Albert Burks of Leadville, Col
orado, and Mrs. Burks Hess, both de-
ceased.
The sons who survive are Walter
w. Pollock, president of the Manufac-
lures Appraisal Company, of Philadel-
phia, Pa, Elden w. Pollock, president
of the General Appraisal Company, of
Seattle, Washington, and Burne Pol
lock, Cashier Security Bank of Mil
waukee.
The deceased lacked one month and
eight days of attaining her 87th birth
day; the husband lacked one month
and seventeen days of being IS when
he died, two lives being of nearly
equal length.
Mrs. Pollock was what she would
call "home-body" but she took an
interest in current events and took an
interest in her church, and the Re-
bekah lodge. She became a member
Of the Lancaster Congregational
church in 1877. She served as presid-
ing officer of the Lancaster Rebekah
lodge. She enjoyed the beautiful in
literature, and was an active member
of an organization of Lancaster ladies
known as the shakespeare Club.
Her favorite poem was the Indian
Woman's Death Song by Mrs. He
mans. Two of the verses from this
peculiarly wierd poem she loved often
to quote:
Roll swiftly to the spirits land,
Thou mighty stream and free
Father of ancient water, roll!
And bear our lives with thee!
The weary bird that storms have
tossed
Would seek the sunshine's calm,
And the deer that hath the arrows
hurt
Flies to the woods of balm"
"She bears thee to the glorious bowers
Where none are heard to weep,
And where the unkind one hath on
power
Again to trouble sleep;
And where the soul shall find its
youth,
AS Weakening from dream;
One moment, and that realm is ours.
On, on, dark rolling stream!"
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