Thomas Wright Robinson & Lulah Fletcher Greathouse Clippings
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MR. ROBINSON
DIES IN WEST
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Native of Frederick County
Passes Away In Macon,
Mo.====Funeral Today.
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Relatives and friends in Winchester have received
intelligence of the death from paralysis of Mr. Thomas
Wright Robinson, which occurred on April 5 at his home in
Macon, Mo. He was the oldest son of the late Jackson and
Emeline Robinson, of Apple Pie Ridge, Va., Mr. Robinson went
to Macon when a young man, and engaged in Merchandizing and
continued in it until overtaken by death. He made his
annual visit to Winchester every fall at fair time, and
always took great pleasure in shaking hands with his old
friends. Mr. Robinson made friends readily and possessed
that faculty of holding their esteem and commanding their
confidence.
He made trips to New York City each year in the
interests of his business, and during the past 23 years he
has made 40 such visits to that city. He occupied the same
building during all of his mercantile career, which was
abundantly crowned with success by reason of his fair
dealings and uncompromising integrity.
Mr. Robinson's wife, Mrs. Lulah Greathouse Robinson,
died in 1899, and his only child, Wright Robinson, was
drowned at Long Beach, Cal. on April 29, 1907. Mr. Robinson
is survived by three brothers, Messrs. J. A. Robinson, of
Red Oak, Iowa; N. W. Robinson, of Sheridan, Wyo., and E. J.
Robinson, of Cedar Rapids, Iowa, and three sisters, Mrs.
Anna R. Smith, of Sheridan, Wyo.; Mrs. Margaret C. Saeger,
of Los Angeles, Cal., and Miss Etta Robinson, of Winchester.
The funeral service in Macon were conducted today, and
his remains were interred in the Macon Cemetery.
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THOMAS WRIGHT ROBINSON.
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With much sorrow we announce the death of the founder
and senior member of this firm, THOMAS W. ROBINSON, whose
death occurred on April the 5th, 1913. We are very grateful
to all friends for kind sympathy given, and to our fellow
merchants for the marked degree of respect shown him in
closing their places of business during the funeral.
There will be no change in the management of the
business, which will be conducted in the future as in the
past, by the remaining members of the firm.
Very Respectfully,
HARRY B. WILSON
EDWIN H. HARTMAN.
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The following out-of-town relatives and friends were
here to attend the funeral of T. W. Robinson Tuesday
afternoon: Dr. J. E. Wilkinson, Ottumwa, Iowa; Mr. and Mrs.
C. A. Robinson, John Robinson and Hunter Robinson of
Kirksville; H. C. Steer, Trenton, Mo.; Mr. and Mrs. S. H.
Young, Lawrence, Kansas; Mr. and Mrs. E. H. Berry, Atchison,
Kansas; Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Robinson and Earl Robinson, Red
Oak, Iowa; E. J. Robinson, Cedar Rapids, Iowa; Mr. and Mrs.
Atley Smith, Sheridan, Wyoming.
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LULAH FLETCHER ROBINSON.
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Born near Lewisport, Ky., Sept. 11th 1853;
Died at Ottumwa, Ia., Feb. 10th 1899.
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"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of
death, I will fear no evil; for Thou art with me; Thy rod
and Thy staff they comfort me."
It is a gratifying reflection that the world is not
lacking in noble women. In millions of homes, from the
humblest hut to the proudest palace, the God-given qualities
and characteristics which have vouchsafed to man the bliss
and endearments of "Home, Sweet Home" are daily exemplified.
Mrs. Robinson was bounteously endowed with the lovable
traits which hallow the dear words, daughter, sister,
sweetheart, wife, mother, and her suffering and death, in
the prime of womanhood, are a grieving shock to her family
and friends.
She was descended from an ancestry not wanting in
heroism or eminence. She was the only child of the marriage
of Fletcher and Louisa Greathouse who were cousins and
children of two brothers, Isaac and William Greathouse. The
latter, her maternal grandfather, was a veteran of the war
of 1812 and some Indian campaigns. Her paternal
grandfather, Isaac Greathouse, married the sister of Hon.
Joseph Lewis, a congressman from Virginia for many years.
Beyond these she traced her lineage to revolutionary
sires.
Her father died at the early age of twenty-two. When
Lulah was about six years old, her mother married Dr. John
E. Wilkinson, now a prominent physician of Ottumwa, Iowa.
Her mother died soon after and Dr. Wilkinson married her
aunt, Miss Jennie Greathouse, the mother of Mrs. Hallie E.
Wardell.
Dr. Wilkinson honored the relationship he had assumed
toward this young girl and was rewarded by her filial
affection. She honored and loved him as her father. Upon
the death of her Aunt Jennie, she assumed the devoted
relationship of mother to her sister Hallie.
On Oct. 22, 1872, she married Thomas Wright Robinson,
the senior member of the firm of Robinson Bros., of staid
Quaker stock, from Winchester, Va., whose honorable and
prosperous firm name has now been a household word in this
community for a generation.
One child, T. Wright Robinson, was born to them, who is
now in the hopeful flush of early manhood; a dutiful son
upon whom it is believed the fervent benedictions of a
mother's love have not been lavished in vain.
This dear lady, from the bright days of gentle
girlhood, through the vicissitudes of maturity, to the
grievous affliction of middle life, was the same kindly,
affectionate, unselfish being. She had little taste for the
madding whirl of fashionable society, but preferred the
humbler throne of domestic life dispensing hospitality,
sunshine and affection to friends and loved ones. She was a
Christian, though, perhaps, in deferance to her husband's
traditions, had not connected herself with a church. A few
days before her death, she repeated to her attendant the 23d
Psalm and dwelt with unfaltering faith upon the 4th verse.
All that wealth and affection could do for her was
done, but without avail.
Many relatives and friends, from far and near, honored
her memory by their presence at her funeral.
An eloquent and sympathetic discourse was rendered by
Rev. Grant A. Robbins; beautiful and fragrant flowers
typified the spring of immortal hope; sacred songs echoed
their tender and solemn melodies; a last fleeting look was
taken at that once glowing face, now blighted by the touch
of decay's effacing fingers; and then the precious mortal
casket was borne to the tomb and buried beneath the pure
shroud of winter's fleecy snow.
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Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Robinson, John Robinson and Mrs.
George Tull, of Kirksville; Henry Steer, of Trenton; Lon
Young, of Ellsworth, Kan.; Mr. and Mrs. William Brown and
son, Glenn, Mrs. Mollie Watson and Mrs. Mattie Kettering of
Hannibal; Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Robinson, of Red Oak, Ia.; Mr.
and Mrs. W. T. Robinson, of Callao; Dr. and Mrs. Wilkinson,
of Ottumwa, Ia.; and Mrs. Amanda Smith, of Ash, attended the
obsequies of Mrs. T. W. Robinson Sunday.
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Mrs. T. W. Robinson's Death.
Many eyes were dim with tears Friday morning when the
tidings came that Mrs. T. W. Robinson had died at Ottumwa,
Iowa.
The remains were brought here for burial and the
funeral took place from the residence of T. E. Wardell
Sunday afternoon, in the presence of a large concourse of
grieving friends. Rev. Grant A. Robbins conducted the
services. Interment was made at Oakwood cemetery. The
following were pall bearers: D. H. Payson, W. P. Beach, W.
P. Walker, J. G. Van Cleve, J. P. Moore and C. R. Barclay.
Mrs. Lula F. Robinson, nee Wilkinson, was born in
Lewisport, Kentucky, in 1853, but in childhood came to
Macon, where her sweet life was spent. As a school-girl her
cheery nature won for her the sobriquet, "Sunshine." No
trials or pains discouraged her. She ever preserved her
serenity of temper and her hopefulness.
In 1872 she was married to Thos. W. Robinson and the
union was a happy one. Her husband and their only son, T.
Wright Robinson, survive her.
The last years of her life were full of physical
suffering but it did not acidulate her nature. Her courtesy
was innate. In her last hours when water was brought her,
her lifelong and inherent courtesy caused her to tender it
to the watchers at the bedside before drinking. Kindness
was the essence of her life. She was free from cant or
deceit, a woman without guile. She was a woman of
intellectual culture and social refinement, with a love of
the beautiful in art and literature. She was a natural and
trained musician.
Medical skill was invoked in vain for the restoration
of her health. A few weeks ago she was removed from the
sanitarium at Battle Creek, Mich.; where she had been under
treatment for some time, and taken to Ottumwa, Iowa, to her
father's, Dr. J. E. Wilkinson, where surrounded by loving
friends her spirit took its celestial flight. In speaking
of her faith and life, Rev. Robbins said: "She believed in
God, and her life was not separated from that belief and
what it means. Although not connected with any church
organization, she retained her integrity and faith in the
infinite and the future. Some days prior to her death she
quoted the twenty-third Psalm: 'The Lord is my shepherd, I
shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures,
he leadeth me beside the still waters.' She dwelt long
upon, 'Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of
death I will fear no evil, for thou art with me, thy rod and
thy staff they comfort me.' Indeed the valley was reached.
The mountain had been climbed--ascended and descended. The
summit was yonder sunkissed and beauteous, and the valley
had no terrors e'en though, it flung a shadow o'er her
pathway; yet out of its unknown depths came a hand and a
staff and a voice that whispered, 'fear not I am with thee.'
The deceased was devoted as a wife. She always had such
solicitude for her husband's welfare, and such restless
anxiety for his happiness. She was a mother in that nobler
sense, and blessed is he whose heritage is the memory of the
life and love of such a mother. When suffering had racked
her body and almost rent her reason, she still manifested
that same devotion to husband, sister, son and loved ones.
And they who lingered long beside her couch and with
earnest, eager eyes hoped against the tides for the coming
back of life and health, are paid a thousand-fold for every
extra pulsebeat and every falling tear. To her life was
linked the happiness of husband, son and sister. But may
the night of your sorrow be the morn of new born hope for
heaven and immortal glory. Remember, that for her, 'To live
in hearts she left behind is not to die.' He who came to
this burden-bruised condition of mankind, and made bread and
fishes for the hungry, and wine for the wedding feast, wept
at the grave and said, 'Lazarus, come forth.' Remember that
this hope is a 'boon to mortals given,' that it enables man
in darkness to turn to this only light, and say:
'There is no death.
The leaves may fall
The flowers fade away.
They only wait through the wintry hours
The coming of the May.
'There is no death,
The stars go down
To rise upon some fair shore.
But bright with heaven's jeweled crown,
They shine forever more.'"
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