Wed, 24 Feb 1999
Pauline, You are soooo lucky. I never find this much detail of my family!!
MEXICO, MO MESSAGE newspaper Thursday, July 21, 1904 page 4, column 3
Mrs. Nancy E. McIntyre, aged 78 years, mother of Mr. J. N. Baskett of this city, died last Saturday of general debility. Mrs. McIntyre was a native of Bourbon county, Kentucky and was married in that state to William Baskett. In 1856 they moved to Callaway county and later to Audrain county, settling nine miles west of Mexico. The husband died in 1868 and later Mrs. Baskett was married to Jas. B. McIntyre, who died four years ago. Deceased was a member of the Methodist church and was a lovable character. The funeral was held Sunday afternoon at the home of her son, conducted by Rev. John Anderson, and interment was at Salt River Church, near her old home, southwest of Mexico.
Wed, 24 Feb 1999 From: Cindy Colley
I have never seen an obit like this one. 3 handwritten pages!! I bet James Newton wrote it.
THE INTELLIGENCER Mexico, MO Thursday, July 14, 1904 page 2, column 3
Funeral of Mrs. McIntire
Together with her husband and child she moved to Missouri in the fall of 1856, settling for a year in Callaway county, but in November of the next year she became a resident of Audrain county, at a point on the Columbia road, nine miles southwest of Mexico, on the farm on which John W. Beatty now resides. Here her third son was born in 1862, and here, two years later, he died. In April, 1865, the family moved to the present home in Mexico, where on May 11th 1870, William Baskett died.
On August 8th 1876, she married James B. McIntire, who died December 5th, 1890. From that time she has lived with her son at the old home spot in west Mexico.
Her life reached far enough back--for 78 years, 4 months, and 5 days--to touch something of pioneer days, at least in Missouri, when her prairies were an experiment and her future a hope. She met these conditions bravely and struck down the rising obstacles on her own ground--and conquered as conquering goes in this life. She was a woman of strong physique in her early years, and delighted then to dare hardship in the fastnesses with a spirit which matched her body well. The work of the moment was the work of her life with her, and she planned only for the duty of the day. Her gifts were not striking to the casual eye, but to those who touched her daily she was a woman of large soul and strong attachments. Her genius was for making friends and her capacity for helping them and keeping them was more than a talent--it was a higher inspiration--an every day thing which wore well and kept fresh long after other things were thread bare and frail. She never framed a creed, nor formed a philosophy. She simply looked out upon life with what it brought to her or others near her and stretched her hand.
At the place where she had spent --expended--so many of her years--when years were something to give--a few old friends, and some new ones, met Sunday afternoon to sing a few songs and hear a few words finally spoken from her pastor, and then she was taken to the cemetery at Salt River church, near her early home, and laid by the husband with whom she has breasted the world, and who had stood worthily by her side when the world was fighting back. Here again, among her relatives and old neighbors fit words were spoken, and then just the heritance, the ever rising aroma of a Godly well spent life which shall "party with oblivion" so long as the memory of those who knew her well shall last.
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