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Mrs. Caroline Dawe

Caroline Hutchings was born in Cornwall, England, Nov. 8, 1821, and died in Fort Atkinson, May 10, 1911.

At the age of nineteen she was married to John Dawe. With him and four children she came to America in June, 1857. They settled on a farm in the town of Sullivan. Here they remained until the fall of 1881 when, because of Mr. Dawe’s failing health, they removed to a home in the little village of Oak Hill, near their son William. Her husband died June 12, 1893, but she clung to her home until about four years ago, making frequent visits to her children in this city. Since then she has made her home with her daughter, Mrs. Henry Tinus on Mechanic St., watched over and cared for with the most loving thought that near ones could give her.

She went on Tuesday, May 9th, to make one of her frequent visits to her son William, on Milwaukee Ave. Ever hale and hearty and having the full use of all her senses, although nearly ninety, she seemed much as usual and was planning several little excursions to see old friends during her stay. But at the rising hour Wednesday morning, God called her and she lay back on her pillow and went quietly to sleep and so on to that blessed land where she had long desired to go.

Besides her husband, three children, Elizabeth, wife of James Dunstone, Hannah, wife of Edward Joliffe, and Miss Adeline, had preceded her. She leaves here to grieve for the dearest of mothers, two daughters, Mrs. Frank Hooper, of Belleview, Kans. and Mrs. Henry Tinus of this city; also two sons, Thomas, of Belleview, Kans. and William of this city. There are also left to bless her memory twenty-one grandchildren and twenty-six great-grandchildren.

She was "grandma” to everyone. In the home town, where she lived so many years, and in this city, no one ever addressed her or thought of her in any other way.

Few leave such blessed memories for loved ones as she bequeathed to her large circle of relatives and friends. Possessed of a great, charitable sunshiny nature, her hands and brains were ever full of deeds for others, her house was ever the gathering place for old and young and her heart filled with sympathy for the joys and sorrows poured into it.

Rev. E. W. Mager of the Methodist church conducted the services at the home of her son at ten on Saturday morning. He accompanied the relatives and friends to the family burial place at Oakhill where a large crowd of her old friends from that section met them. Here the service was held out, under the trees with God's wonderful sky and sunshine all about—a place well fitted to the simple, kindly life she had lived and to earnestly uttered words with which Rev. Mager honored her memory:

"Death hath left on her only the beautiful."