|Name||Age||Place of Birth > Place of Death||Newspaper||Publication Date||Submitter|
|SARGENT, Eliza Jane (KIGER) [SCOTT]||90||Marion Co IN>IL||Greenville||20 Apr 1920||Dorothy Scott Falk|
Eliza Jane Kiger Scott Sargent was born in Marion county, Ind. on December 11, 1829 and departed this life on April 19, 1920, being aged 90 years, 4 months and 8 days.
She was united in marriage to William Scott on Sep. 12, 1856. To this union were born 6 children, one boy and five girls, all departing this life in childhood except Mrs. Ida V. APPLE, who still survives. Mr. Scott distinguished himself in the service of his country, serving in the Black Hawk and Mexican wars. He departed this life on Jan. 10, 1866.
On Nov 18, 1868 Aunt Liza was united in marriage to Leonard R. Sargent, and to this union was born one child, the late John W. Sargent. The demise of Mr. Sargent, the husband occurred on Jan. 12, 1869.
Mrs. Sargent has lived a Christian life many years, being converted about 55 years ago, at Pleasant Grove and later uniting with the M. E. church South at Duncan. She was steadfast in her faith and spoke words of hope until the end.
She leaves to mourn her loss, four grandchildren, Mrs. B. F. ZOBRIST, E. S. Apple, Mrs. G. O. QUAYLE and John W. Sargent and four great grandchildren, Harold, Freeland and Dorothy Apple and David Quayle. Also one half-sister, Mrs. O. C. WELCH and many relatives and friends.
Recollections of the Past
(Written by the late W. H. TAYLOR, 25 years ago)
Her home is near the Keyesport road, just two miles north of town,
She doesn't own a "Coach and Four," she wears no silken gown,
But, poor and needy, luckless waif ne'er sought her aid in vain,
So now you know just who is meant, her name is Liza Jane.
'Tis five and forty years ago, an awkward, friendless boy,
Who seldom heard a kindly word, who scarcely knew a joy,
His memory backward turns its flight, across the sea of years,
And that short winter 'neath her roof, a paradise appears.
On mornings, nights and Saturdays, he chopped and split the wood,
He fed the horses, cattle, hogs, and parcelled out their food,
Old Lola, Montez, Barnum, too, odd names remembered yet.
Sometimes he was assisted by Aunt Liza's sister, Het.
On butchering day, we loaded up that trusty rifle gun,
(Say, when we blew those bladders up, we had our share of fun),
Next day we rendered up the lard, and ground the sausage fipe,
Aunt Liza baked the cracklin' bread, Gee Hue!, we had a time.
With sausages and waffle cakes, and toothsome apple pie,
Aunt Liza stuffed his dinner pail, and then to school he'd hie,
Five days each week he always spent in Fount MCDONALD's school,
Where Webster's blue back spelling book was all the guide and rule.
Long since that awkward friendless boy has grown to man's estate,
His time on earth will soon be o'er, his day is getting late,
But if he were a millionaire, he'd part with half his hord,
For one more winter just like that, a working for his board.
Myself, Ole' MACK and Alva BIGGS, with others I could name,
In younger days had cause to praise that noble woman's name,
And when Gabriel's trumpet blows on resurrection morn,
Each one can say, I bless the day Aunt Liza Jane was born.
Her virtues shine with beams divine, her frailties are but few,
In trouble she was always kind, in friendship ever true,
And when she stands before the throne, these glorious words she'll see,
"For as you did it unto them, you did it unto me."
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