The memorial posting of my fourth cousin Eliza Fanning, a pioneer woman who rode a covered wagon to farm in Nebraska. What a life she must she must have led…truly a piece of our countries history. She saw her sons and husband die in WW1 and lived through the depression and WW11 to die at 89 in 1956. I wish I had met her.
“ELIZA FANNING, PIONEER HOMESTEADER, DIES WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 28
Eliza Tolleth, daughter of James and Martha Tolleth, was born Feb. 10, 1867, at Fredonia, Wisc., and departed this live Nov. 28, 1956, at the age of 89 years, 9 months, 18 days, at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Walter Wheeler. In early childhood she moved to Vesta, Nebr. On Dec. 25, 1884, she was united in marriage to Frank C. Fanning. Moving soon by covered wagon to Chase County, they homesteaded northwest of Wauneta, which was home until she moved to Wauneta in 1926.
To this union were born ten children, five girls and five boys.
Preceding her in death were her husband and five children, Bessie, Dessie, Francis, Clarence and Halbert.
She was converted and baptized at Blue Ridge church in 1910. Later she became a member of the Methodist Church in Wauneta..
Her life was spent in loving devotion and service to her family and friends. She was always ready and willing to serve the sick and needy in the community, assisting the local doctor whenever needed. She was a friend of children, and was loved by all who knew her. She will be greatly missed by everyone.
She leaves to mourn her death: Laura Wheeler, Eva Maddux and Harry all of Wauneta; Cleo of Lincoln; and Vern of Champion; 32 grandchildren, 63 great grandchildren, and 4 great great grandchildren, and nieces and nephews.
The following is a poem written by a very dear friend, Mrs. Minta Smith Stinnette.”
“Our Loved One
O our precious, precious mother
How dear to us thou art today;
And our hearts still hold fast to thee
At the parting of the way,
But if pain would be your portion in this world alway
We would not __ God be asking that
He let you longer stay,
Many years we each have known thee,
up to this very day,
And we never will forget thee and thy
Spirit’s gentle sway,
We often think of words you have spoken;
of kindly deeds your hands have done,
But we see not very far distant, the setting of our life’s sun,
Over yonder you’ll be meeting loved ones as of yore,
And for us you will be waiting, where pain can be no more.
We shall miss you, oh how we shall miss you, but it will not be for long
Then we’ll join the happy chorus,
of the ransomed glad new song. ”
Name and date of paper unknown