Saturday Spotting - Double Wedding Stelzer Family

Appeared on Thursday the 30^th of September in 1897 in the St Louis Republic out of St Louis, Missouri

A DOUBLE WEDDING IN SOUTH ST. LOUIS

VALENTINE STELZER AND HIS

SON CHRISTIAN CELEBRATE THEIR

WEDDING TOGETHER.

It Was The Father’s Sliver Wedding

 and a Happy Time Was Had.

A wedding ceremony a little out of the or-

dinary was celebrated in South St. Louis

yesterday. Christian Steizer of 2620 Arsenal

street and Lena Brandschwede of 1615 South

Broadway were joined in wedlock, and on

the same occasion the silver anniversary of

the marriage of Valentine Stelzer and his

wife, parents of the groom, was celebrated.

The young people were married in the

Church of St. Francis de Sales at Texas

and Cherokee streets at 8 a.m. The old

folks also went through a church ceremony,

the blessings of the church being again

bestowed upon them. John Stelzer, a broth-

er of Christian Stelzer acted as best man

and Anna Drisler as bridesmaid for the

young people. Joseph Abele and Mrs. Al-

bert Reldermelster acted in similar capaci-

ties for the old folks.

A reception was held last night at the

Southwestern Turner hall at Texas and

Cherokee streets. It was largely attended

by the friends of both parties. A number

of handsome presents were received by

both couples. Some of the presents were

from Chicago, where the elder Stelzer lived

before they came to St. Louis.

The occasion was a triple celebration

for Valentine Slelzer. Besides being the sil-

ver anniversary of his wedding, the year is

the twenty-fifth anniversary of his arrival

in this country from Germany; and he has

been 25 years employed by the same firm.

He went to work shortly after his arrival in

this country for Fairbanks & Co in Chica-

go. Four years later he was transferred to

the St. Louis branch where he is now em-

ployed. 

(*above article found on Genealogy Bank website)

The Party Continues in the Old Delaware Mill

Another one out of Kansas but this time the ghost are dancing and living it up in an old saw mill. 

Printed on Sunday the 10th of February 1889 in the Kansas City Times out of Kansas City, Missouri

DANCING GHOSTS

THEY HOLD HIGH CARNIVAL IN AN OLD

DILAPIDATED MILL.

The Story of John Thompson’s Tragic Death as Told by an Eye Witness of the Sad Occurrence.

Written for the Kansas City Times.

LAWRENCE, KAN., Feb. 8 – The city, for more than five years past, has had within its limits many haunted buildings that have led many to believe that ghosts were a reality and disembodied spirits are free to act, and often materialize and assume the form of human beings.

The old Delaware mills that stand on the north bank of the Kaw river has during these years caused a great deal of comment among the skeptics who are slow to believe in modern ghosts as they come down to us from the past. In this communication we will not stop to discuss the possibilities or probabilities of spirits whether in the flesh or out, or everyday talk, as it exists in the historic city to-day.

In 1862 Orlando Darling, a native of Vermont, came to this place and with the assistance of a banker erected a sawmill on the site where the Delaware mills now stand. Darling was an enterprising business man and knew almost no bounds to his ambition, and with the contract he had with the banker gained wealth and influence and soon amassed property, all of which was put to good use.

At that time on the north side of the river was an immense body of timber stretching away over two miles from the river and many miles above and below the mills. As there were no mills in the country at that time consequently there was no completion in the lumber trade, and fabulous prices were paid. The business grew to such an extent over a dozen and a half men found employment in and around the mill. Among these, about a year after the mill had been in operation, was a young man about 25 years of age by the name of John Thompson, an Illinoisan by birth. This man was intelligent and had many friends, and was a special favorite with the proprietor of the mills.

In early lie he had trained with that class of pioneers who are favorable to dancing the sports connected therewith. A country dance was not complete without a full supply of intoxicants which added in the direction of merriment and gave life and power to social hops. It was late in the autumn of 1862 when on one of these country dances was on a hill about one mile away from the mill under the supervision of this man Thompson, who was elected to an office of this kind armed himself with drink.

When the evening arrived for the dance, Thompson started with at least two dozen of his associates for the evening party. When they arrived on the ground there was a mixed number of gentlemen and ladies, who were well saturated with drink. It was not long before a row occurred, in which Thompson fell from the effects of a bullet from a revolver in the hands of a young mane name of Crone. Thompson fell to the ground and expired almost instantly. His remains were brought to the mill that evening and lay in state about twenty-four hours and viewed by hundreds of his friends. His body was sent east to friends for burial. Crone, the murderer, was arrested and confined in the county jail for several months, but was afterward relieved on conditions that he would enlist in the United States army, which he did, and served until the close of the war. A year or two later Darling’s mill was converted into a flouring mill and remained such for several years, when the proprietor failed and left the country for California. The property then changed hands and after two or three transfers became the property of the Union Pacific railway, and , since then, or about five years ago, it has been abandoned and been used as a harbor for tramps.

Since these mills became the property of the Union Pacific railroad company great stories have been told by many who claim to be eyewitnesses to nightly visitants in the form of spirits under the captaincy of this man Thompson, who spent his last days on earth in and round this old building. These ghosts are said to be noisy by the immediate neighbors living near the mill; these spirits, to the number of thirty or more, meet about 10 p.m. and then clear the room of all lumber and other material lying around loose in the third story of the building. They then commenced their gymnastics with yells and shrieks that would cause a demon from the infernal regions to give an audience for a few moments. After this programme is filled then come musical instruments of a heavenly order, for transcending anything ever heard of before. This music continues until about 1 p.m., when a general roll call ends the performance.

These nightly visitations and apparitions have cause a terror and almost a general stampede among those having property within rifle shot distance of these mills. The existence of the building has been threatened time and again, but the demons who hold sway in the mill keep a vigilant guard over the property. The citizens on the north side of the river have repeatedly warned the officials of the Union Pacific railway company that this old building has lived beyond its usefulness and its safety is not secure and at any moment it is liable to be in flames, notwithstanding the strong guard of spirits that many suppose are there in the evening. The above is a plain statement of the old haunted mill that for four or five years has been a specter to all the inhabitants’ thereabout. The truth of these strange manifestations we are not prepared to vouch for as there is room for speculation. The tragedy, as it happened at the time, is truthfully recorded above by the writer, who was a witness to all that happened on the evening above referred to. 

Haunting at Old Andalusia College

I'm sure you can tell by now this is one of those months that I love searching for ghost, witches and goblins of years past. This one reminds me of some of the haunted homes on Fort Leavenworth in Kansas.

Printed  Sunday the 26th of December 1886 in the Kansas City Time out of Kansas City, Missouri

DR. CHAPMAN’S GHOST.

A Remarkable Apparition to Two Frightened

Philadelphians

[Philadelphia Times.]

There are two men in this city who are willing to take oath that the building at Andalusia known as “Old Andalusia college” is haunted. One of them is H. W. Eshaback, a member of the Philadelphia bar, and the other is Frank Tygh, a cigar manufacturer. A short time ago these two gentlemen passed the night with a friend, John Endiectt, in the old college, and since that time they have been starting their acquaintances with frightful stories of a ghost seen there. As a proof of his statement Mr. Eshback exhibits a bad looking upper lip, which he says was swollen up by coming in contact with the bonafide ghost. Their stories have gained considerable credence at Andalusia, where the affair is said to have taken place, and the citizens look upon the old college buildings with more than ordinary suspicion. Old Andalusia college is a three-story wooden building with a mansard roof, and is nearly fifty years old. It is situated at the junction of two roads about ten minutes’ walk form the Pennsylvania railroad station. The structure presents a ghostly appearance, and being surrounded by large, tall cedar trees, is not a place where any citizen would like to pass a dark night alone. It has been said or many years that the house was haunted.

When the college was in a flourishing condition under Dr. Chapman, twenty years ago, Mrs. Chapman and a young man named Minor become enamored of each other. Feeling that the doctor was an obstruction to the free enjoyment of their love, they accomplished his death by the aid of arsenic. In trying to obliterate traces of the crime some of the arsenic was thrown into the yard, where some of the ducks ate it and died. The death of the ducks in such a manner led to an investigation, resulting in the arrest of both Mrs. Chapman and young Minor. Minor was hanged. Mrs. Chapman escaped the law. Since that time the house has had the reputation of being haunted. Persons in that neighborhood say they saw lights in the house for years, and few of them would pass it after dark. After the murder the college proved a failure, and no one could be found willing to occupy it. The owner of the premises had a portion of the building torn down, and the remainder fitted up as a boarding house, but the unsavory reports concerning it prevented him from getting a tenant. Mr. Endicott finally offered to occupy the place, and has now been living there for some months.

Horace W. Eshback said yesterday; “A friend of mine, John F. Endicott, resides in the old Andalusia college, and the other day he invited me over to pay him a visit. Of course I accepted the invitation, taking with me Frank Tygh, a cigar dealer of this city. The weather was none of the best in the morning, and by afternoon a rain and snow storm arose which lasted until early the next morning. We had intended to return to the city on one of the late afternoon trains, but, as the storm raged without promise of early abatement, we decided to remain over. It must have been near midnight when we went to bed. We were shown to the spare room. This apartment was very large, with three deep windows, two doors and a fireplace. The old college has about twenty rooms, the larger number of which are unoccupied, and Tygh, who is a short, fleshy man and much given to the subject of spooks, shuddered as we walked down the hall, and muttered something about its being an elegant night for ghosts to play football. We entered the room, and Tygh thought someone was yelling but he grew more composed when I told him it was only the wind. The wind was really howling as if the very imps of iniquity were frenzied in the delights of a free night. With the wind whistling through the tall cedar trees it was almost impossible to sleep. Anyhow I could not sleep, and lay listening to the noises outside and to the snoring of my roommate.

Suddenly a light spread through the room, a light like that produced by a candle. In the surprise or rather astonishment of the moment I turned and sat up in the bed. I tell you what I saw made me feel sick and wish I was almost anywhere else.  Before me was what appeared to be the bust of a man, perhaps 45 years of age, the shoulders covered with a mantle. The face had a perfectly natural appearance, only it lacked mobility, and the whole seemed to be resting on a cloud of snow. The terrible apparition was moving about the room and I thought it might be a robber, but I noticed that there were no lower limbs, but that it gilded around like a balloon. Now, I am not a believer in spirits, but I was frightened. “What do you want?” I asked, hardly aware of what I was saying. The sound of my voice awakened Tygh. He sat bolt upright in bed, gave one glance and tumbled over onto the floor and began to pray. Tygh is not a religious man. The answer I received from the ghost was in the form of a severe blow to the mouth, cutting my lips badly and stretching me at full length on the bed.

“Almost simultaneously with the blow the figure noiselessly exploded and seemed to go straight up through the wall. The light did not go out for some time, but gradually died away, leaving us in darkness. I jumped up and lighted a lamp and found Tygh doubled up in a heap on the floor, almost insensible. I looked around the room and found the windows closed, the doors locked, and everything in the condition it was when we retired. I will admit that I was frightened and the quickness with which I dressed myself and hauled Tygh down stairs was something wonderful it is perhaps unnecessary to say that we spent the remainder of the night before a glowing fire in the sitting room. When Endicott saw me in the morning he laughed and wanted to know where I got my thick lips. I did not cate to tell him the truth, so I replied that I had struck it on the bed post in getting into bed. Now, as I said before I do not believe in ghosts or anything of the sort, but I’m going to investigate that matter and capture whatever it is, that is, providing it is anything human.”

Mr. Tygh swears that he saw the whole business and relates to a story similar to that of Mr. Eshback. He says he knows there is a ghost in the old building and money could not hire him to pass another night there.

Day Two of NGS Completed

    Well with day two underway there are still a large number of family historians, librarians, genealogist archivist and many more that are interested in what’s offered here a NGS. Just to give you a quick visual, I’m sure many of you have seen the news clips that show “Black Friday” and the swarm of shoppers entering the stores. Well, that’s what you can see here as they enter or exit one of the many lectures or even the exhibit hall. 

     Again there were many great presentations to attend and I was very happy with one of the choices I made. I attended “Research Jewish Genealogical Records From Your Couch” presented by Daniel Horowitz. He offered many useful tips and sites to visit while doing your research that I would not have known about if not for this presentation. His sense of humor through the presentation was just the perfect mix with his knowledge. This was another plus on my experience here at the first NGS conference that I’ve attended. 

Day One of the NGS Conference

    

  Well I have nothing to complain about when it comes to the start of this conference. As I’ve said before this is my first National Genealogical Society (NGS) conference and it appears to be a very well attended conference, I hear the numbers of attendees is in the thousands. I’ve attended a few lectures and thought they were very well presented and I always think of it successful when I walk out with new pieces of information.

     One of the presentations I attended this morning was “Tracking Pennsylvania Ancestors Keys to Research” the presenter was Kay Haviland Freilich CG, CGL, FNGS. This was the first time I have seen her present and I can say if you had a question, any question about locating records while doing research in Pennsylvania she would be the person to ask. Some interesting points that she shared and I thought I would share with all of you. While searching Philadelphia you need to look at both county and city records as for the rest of the state records stay in the county they were created in. If you are taking advantage of searching the septennial census records you might be surprised to find they hold information about African Americans.  

Dead Man Walking

Don’t let the title of the article lead you in the wrong direction. I of course thought the title would lead to another perfect article from GenealgoyBank.com for the Halloween season. This one appeared in the Kansas City Star paper out of Kansas City, Missouri in November of 1918. I’m sure some of us have been told or told someone else they have twin walking around. Well this unknown twin had some amazing similarities. 

SAW “DEAD MAN” WALKING

DAUGHTER AND WIFE OF “CORPSE”

WERE TAKING BURIAL CLOTHES.

A Man Who Committed Suicide Had

Been Identified As Absent Member

of Family When Relatives Saw Him on Street.

An unidentified man committed suicide last Sunday at 214 Missouri Avenue by taking poison. Efforts to identify him failed. The body was sent to the John J. Sheehan undertaking rooms, Thirty-first and Campbell streets, and a small news item was carried in the newspapers the day following.

And then ensued an amazing recital that was vouched for by Mr. Sheehan.

A woman who had seen the newspaper notice called to see the body Wednesday. She said she had separated from her husband and he had threatened to end his life. She took one look at the man lying on the undertaker’s slab.

WOMAN IDENTIFIES THE BODY

“It’s my husband,” she said.

Then she decided to make sure. The dead man had a stubby iron gray mustache, had worn a blue serge suit, had carried a brown cane, and there was an Odd Fellow’s pin in the lapel of his coat. He was 6 feet and weighted slightly more than two hundred pounds, the undertaker estimated. His age was about 70 years. Every point tallied with the woman’s description of her husband.

“Let me look at his forehead,” the woman said.

Just below the forelock she counted eight small scars. Her husband had exactly the same marks on the forehead, she said.

HAD SAME PHYSICAL DEFECTS

“My husband’s right leg was broken between the knee and the ankle and the leg was two inches shorter than the other,” she said.

An examination of the dad man showed he had the same physical imperfection.

Positive in her identification, the woman asked her daughter to view the body. The daughter arrived, took one look at the dead man and fainted.

The woman’s son and son-in-law came to assist in the funeral arrangements. They, too, were certain of the dead man’s identity. The relatives left. The husband and father was to be given a fitting burial.

FAINT WHEN THEY SEE A MAN

The members of the family obtained burial clothing and returned to the undertaker’s in a motor car. Near their destination one of the women, looking from the motor car, saw a man walking on the sidewalk. She screamed and fainted. Then the other woman looked at the man and she fainted.

The car was stopped. A man dressed in a blue serge suit, walking with a limp, carrying a brown cane, wearing an Odd Fellow’s pin and with eight small scars on his forehead entered it. The women revived expressed joy and chagrin. The party proceeded to the undertaker’s.

THE UNDERTAKER GASPED

The returning “mourners” were met at the front door by the Undertaker Sheehan. When the “corpse” himself stepping in the undertaker gasped, then recovered sufficiently to invite the stranger to the rear room to meet his double.

So an unidentified man who committed suicide last Sunday at 214 Missouri Avenue, will be buried tomorrow morning, unmourned and unattended. His resting place will be in the potter’s field of the Highland Park Cemetery. Kansas side, and Jackson County will pay the funeral expenses. 

Is it Really Witches?

While continuing to look for interesting articles, Genealogybank.com, which fit in with the upcoming holiday of Halloween this one, caught my eye. It appeared in the Kansas City Times out of Kansas City, MO in December of 1888. Obviously witches in the title caught my eye but then after reading it I wasn’t sure the reporter was really referring to witches.  I wonder if he was finding a creative way of reporting on the meeting of gossiping women in the community. I don’t know judge for yourself and let me know what your think.

When Witches Should Appear.

(New York Mail and Express.)

Guests at 5 o’clock tea must fancy themselves now and then participating in the ceremonies round a witches’ cauldron. The shades are drawn, but gas is tabooed, and the candles do not burn very high. In the semi-obscurity on tiptoes from group to group, waiting for the mysterious revels to begin. The logs in the fireplace throw out a fitful blaze, casting all manner of strange lights and shadows. By and by they burn down and only a handful of red coals is left. Then voices drop almost to whispers, and the only light seems to be shed by the blue flame of alcohol in the tea stand over which my lady’s kettle hangs simmering. It is weird, almost ghostly, and the curious thing is that nobody seems to know what it is for. Somebody says that somebody else came home from the country with a bruise on her forehead from a fall received while riding, and refused to light up until her face was well. Society caught the gloomy infection, and it is time some impetus was given the other way. 

Old Satan Himself

While conducting research I often visit Genealogy Bank.com and search their historical  newspapers. While doing some research for a family in Missouri I came across this article from the October 23, 1920 Kansas City Star newspaper out of Kansas City, Missouri.  I couldn't help but find it perfect to share with all of you especially with Halloween right around the corner.

HALLOWEEN IS ON SUNDAY.

October 31 Is Date of Witches’ and

Goblins’ Annual Frelie

Sunday is a poor day for devils

and hobgoblins, but their one day

on earth this year will be Sunday.

October 31, the eve of All Saints

Day – Hallowe’en. It may be that

the good fairies and the good

ghosts that surely will be out Sun-

day, will frighten away the devils

and witches, but there is no his-

torical foundation for the state-

ment, Hallowe’en is Hallowe’en,

history shows, and has been for

thirteen hundred years, regardless

of whether it fell on Sunday, Fri-

day or any other day.

     _______________________

   Pumpkin devils with fiery eyes, cats

as black as midnight, and cone-hatted

witches astride broomsticks will be as

numerous in Kansas City this year as in

years gone by, dealers in Hallowe’en goods

declare. Black cates with green eyes and

white whiskers can be seen peeking out

from behind big red devils with ugly black

horns, in the stores downtown. Near

them are little white pumpkin devils with

red noses, medium sized pumpkinheads

with big blue eyes, and large, yellow

pumpkins with big, scary eyes. And there

are the wide-eyed bats, the wise old owls

and the image of old Satan himself. There

are hats and masks for would be witches, and

masks and robes for the ghosts of witches’

night. There are rattlers, squawkers,

whistles and horns for noise; marshmal-

llows for toasting, pumpkins for pies, ap-

ples to bob for.

   Even the florists are entering into the

spirit, and while they know of no par-

ticular flower for Hallowe’en, big, yel-

low chrysanthemums’ and the newer

reddish-brown tritomas are being pre-

pared for use in decorations. There are

new designs in invitations, place cards,

menu and dance folders, but they all con-

tain black cats and witches.

   Books of Hallowe’en games give new

amusements and forfeits. The old

Games, too, are detailed. We will have

almost the same Hallowe’en our great-

grandfathers had, and the same our

great-grandchildren will enjoy. 

"Sunday's Obituary" - Gilbert Clinton

Cape Girardeau Southeast Missourian, May 1999

Gilbert Clinton

Funeral Mass for Gilbert Niles Clinton of Cape Girardeau will be 

held at 10 a.m. Wednesday at St. Mary’s Cathedral. Msgr. Richard 

Rolwing will officiate. Burial will be in St. Mary’s Cemetery. Friends 

may call at Lorberg Memorial Funeral Chapel from 4:30 to 8 p.m. 

today, with parish prayers at 7, and Knights of Columbus rosary at 7:30. 

Clinton, 88, died Saturday, May 1, 1999, at Cape Girardeau Residential

 Care Center. He was born march 8, 1911, in Plainville, Ind., son of 

Daniel J. and Lula Fettic Clinton. He and Marie B. Grojean were married 

June 9, 1935, at Sikeston. She died Sept. 14, 1995. Survivors include

 a son, Roy Clinton of West Monroe, La.; two daughters, Barbara Lohr

 of Jackson, Bonnie Eaglin of Morehead, Ky.; four sisters, Louise 

Theissen, Joy Cunningham, Dorothy Baldwin and Ruth Hamlon, all of

 Indiana; a brother, Ray Clinton of Sikeston; 11 grandchildren; and 10 

great-grandchildren. He was precede din death by two brothers, a

 half brother and a half sister. 

I was given a black binder a few years ago from my mom. In the binder was information on my   direct ancestors and descendant of Henry Clinton and Zella Edwards. Gilbert Clinton was my 1st cousin 2x removed and I was happy to find this clipping of his obituary. Of course receiving a binder, box of letters and photographs, family bible or even a journal are full of wonderful information about our ancestors. Treasure those items and share them with your family and others.

Friday Funny

I’ve had this clipping for some time and thought I would share it today. The last line in this wedding announcements cracks me up and I can’t help but wonder what the couple thought when they say the announcement in their local paper. 

Oakridge Indcator: “George

Smith (Little George) and

Birdie Byrd (nee Penny) were

married this morning in Central

hotel, Jackson, by Fred Weltecke,

Esq. The groom is a substantial

farmer about 60 years of age and

lives at Daisy. The bride is a

daughter of John Penny and is

about thirty years her husband’s

junior. Both are experienced

sailors on the matrimonial sea.”

Clipping from Jackson Herald, Jackson,

MO April 1907

Slave Marriage Book Project

Press Release

Slave Marriage Book Project

Project to Save Slave Marriage Book

Kathleen Brandt, the founder of a3Genealogy, Kansas City, Mo,- was researching in Saline County, MO when she eyed a registry: Colored Marriages of Saline County, 1865-1870. One of the first rights granted to freed-slaves was to legalize their slave marriages. Information from these records will link the African American researcher to slave ancestors. It will also further descendants of Slave Masters to reference one more resource in their research.  

A Kickstarter.com project: Slave Marriage Book was immediately launched to digitize, index and transcribe each page of the book, and the many entries of the legalized slave marriages and children born to the union during slavery.


For additional information visit:
Kickstarter Project: http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/624106288/slave-marriage-book?ref=live
Hidden Historical Records - A Valentine Find (Cupid and the Slave Marriages)
http://a3genealogy.blogspot.com/2013/02/hidden-historical-records.html

For interview contact:
Kathleen Brandt
816-729-5995
a3genealogy@gmail.com

Saturday Spotting - Newspaper Abstracts

     It’s time for another “Saturday Spotting’s” and these once again come from the Bollinger County, Missouri Newspaper Abstracts.  There are so many wonderful and strange things that I’ve found during some of my research, I could post page after page in just one post.  But instead I think I’ll save some for the up and coming weeks. 

October 29, 1891

Mrs. Mary Seabough of near Sedgewickville celebrated her 100th birthday on the 15th day of this month. Mrs. Seabough is probably the oldest person in Bollinger County.

**found on page 5 of Volume II Bollinger County, Missouri Newspaper Abstracts from The Marble Hill 

Press

March 17, 1892

Born, to Mr. and Mrs. G.W. Wood of Gravel Hill, March 7th, a fine looking gentleman of the voting persuasion. Local and General

**found on page 10 of Volume II Bollinger County, Missouri Newspaper Abstracts from The Marble Hill Press

September 22, 1892

James Couch died Monday of typhoid fever. Soon after he left the Teacher’ Institute this disease fastened itself upon him and he has been gradually sinking every since. This is the second death among the teachers who were at the Institute at this place, Moses Hartle having succumbed to the same disease some time since. Local and General (Marble Hill)

**found on page 11 of Volume II Bollinger County, Missouri Newspaper Abstracts from The Marble Hill Press

Tombstone Tuesday - Hezekiah Estes Jr.

 
    This is the tombstone of E. Hezekiah ESTES Jr., my great grand uncle who died at the age of 20. His parents were Pinkney Dallas ESTES (1850- 1933) and Mary Evaline LIMBAUGH (1849-1932) of Bollinger county Missouri.

     Hezekiah was born on 13 September 1871 in Missouri. He fell ill from typhoid fever, during the fall. During that same time two other siblings and both of his parents we ill with the same. On 29 October 1891 one of his younger brothers also died from typhoid fever. He died 1 December 1891 in his parents home in Marble Hill, Bollinger County, Missouri. He is buried at Lessley Ridge Cemetery, Huskey, Bollinger County, Missouri.

(photo located on “find a grave”)