Gilbert East |
This is posted here with the permission of Sandy, she found a collection of old obituaries
in her g,grandmother's scrapbook. Her g,grandmother was Susan Waldridge
Hurt. Most are undated but range from 1910 to 1930's. If anyone has any further
information or would like any further information please email Sandy at raycnorris@twlakes.net |
Gilbert, the little six year old son of Mr. and Mrs. Walter East of Buckeye, had
his little life crushed out beneath the wheels of a two horse wagon on last Saturday.
The little fellow had come to town with his uncle, Barnett, the fifteen
year old son of Mr. Owen East of Buckeye. They came for some cement
and seed rye and after making their purchases started for home. When near
the farm of Dr. J. B. Kinnaird on the Buckeye pike, near the foot of the "town
hill". Barnett descended from the wagon and went across the fence at the
side of the road for some purpose, leaving little Gilbert on the seat holding
the lines. The restiveness of the mules in jerkng their heads probably jerked
the little fellow from the seat and the mules moved forward, the front wheel
of the wagon passing across the chest of the helpless little boy, and before
his horror stricken uncle could reach him the little body was so crushed as to
place him beyond recovery. A young man passing gathered him i! n his arms and hurried to town with him in his buggy, taking him to the house of Mr. J. D. Gulley, where medical aid was summoned and everything possible was done, but so seriously was the little body crushed that there was absolutely no hope and he died within an hour. The parents were at once summoned, and the grief of the heart broken mother at the sudden death of her little son was distressing. For a while whe could not comforted, and it was some time before the kindly ladies who surrounded her in their efforts to be of assistance, could persuade her to leave the little body to be prepared for burial. The remains were taken to the parental home near Buckeye on Saturday afternoon and on Sunday afternoon at three o'clock all that was mortal, the little bruised and broken body was laid to rest in the cemetery at Buckeye. |
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