Anderson family: Joseph Scroggs Anderson (1834-1905), Nancy Jane "Jennie" Frazee Anderson, Lew Wallace Anderson, Minna Kadgihn Anderson, John B. Anderson (1871-1926), Emma W. Anderson, Belle Anderson, Joseph R. Anderson (1880-1930), Donald Anderson, Paul G. Anderson, John Burton Anderson (1898-1959), Lura C. Anderson, Helen Anderson Reidel, James S. Anderson & Audrey Anderson.
A biography of Lew Wallace Anderson was published in History of Linn County Iowa From Its Earliest Settlement to the Present Time, Vol II, 1911. The biography was transcribed and posted on the Linn county, Iowa, Genweb site.
---- Obit:
The Cedar Rapids Daily Republican, Wed., Sept. 22, 1915, p. 4, col. 1.
Death Of Lew Anderson
__Is it possible that Lew Anderson will not be seen on the streets of Cedar Rapids today? It is hard to think of him as an absent one. He was so much in life and he meant so much to so many of us, a friend socially, a counsellor in business matters, a booster for the city in all its varied interests, a hale-fellow-well-met and withal a scholar and a gentleman.
__Death called him suddenly. In the moment: in the twinkling of an eye he was and was no more. Untimely, unkind even, come death and yet the going was free from vexation and pain and from weariness of waiting for the end when the journey is finished. There are some compensations in dropping dead instead of dying in the usual ways. And death comes to all sooner or later; unto every one is appointed a day to pass on. To die in the zenith of one's powers, when one's influence is at its highest point, when honors and riches and all the beautiful things that we associate with success, all beckoning to one - to die then. To be deprived of all the enjoyments that we associate with success in life, ease, rest, happiness, praise and the contemplative ruminations that belong to philosophic minds, ah all that is sad. And yet to him who has passed on, all these things mean nothing. They are as if there not and never had been or were to be. It is all over, except the mysterious future and that most beautiful of all adventures which we still call death, because we are unable to comprehend that it may be only a passing on, from one life into another. And if it is truly that what an adventure death must be, to see and to explore and to know the infinate world that lies beyond the veil.
__One thinks readily of these greater things in connection with Lew Anderson, for he was a man of the royal blood of fellowship. He was bound to his friends and his friends were bound to him. His presence, his smiling, beaming face, his words all linked him to those who knew him well or knew him even little. He was a man who leaves a large place vacant, in home, in city, in business, in everything that good and achieving men stand for. His interests were varied. He was not a mere business grubber. He was a thinker. He was bookish and a lover of rare and beautiful things of the world. He touched life intimately at many points. He was not a man of a single contact, but of many. Strong of body, great of heart and wide of soul. Let those who loved him be thankful that while he lived he lived well and while he lived he created out of it all, happiness for those near and dear to him and success for the community with which he was so deeply and so finely identified. Hale, friend and brother. You may tell us about when we meet again!
A biography of Lew Wallace Anderson was published in History of Linn County Iowa From Its Earliest Settlement to the Present Time, Vol II, 1911. The biography was transcribed and posted on the Linn county, Iowa, Genweb site.
---- Obit:
The Cedar Rapids Daily Republican, Wed., Sept. 22, 1915, p. 4, col. 1.
Death Of Lew Anderson
__Is it possible that Lew Anderson will not be seen on the streets of Cedar Rapids today? It is hard to think of him as an absent one. He was so much in life and he meant so much to so many of us, a friend socially, a counsellor in business matters, a booster for the city in all its varied interests, a hale-fellow-well-met and withal a scholar and a gentleman.
__Death called him suddenly. In the moment: in the twinkling of an eye he was and was no more. Untimely, unkind even, come death and yet the going was free from vexation and pain and from weariness of waiting for the end when the journey is finished. There are some compensations in dropping dead instead of dying in the usual ways. And death comes to all sooner or later; unto every one is appointed a day to pass on. To die in the zenith of one's powers, when one's influence is at its highest point, when honors and riches and all the beautiful things that we associate with success, all beckoning to one - to die then. To be deprived of all the enjoyments that we associate with success in life, ease, rest, happiness, praise and the contemplative ruminations that belong to philosophic minds, ah all that is sad. And yet to him who has passed on, all these things mean nothing. They are as if there not and never had been or were to be. It is all over, except the mysterious future and that most beautiful of all adventures which we still call death, because we are unable to comprehend that it may be only a passing on, from one life into another. And if it is truly that what an adventure death must be, to see and to explore and to know the infinate world that lies beyond the veil.
__One thinks readily of these greater things in connection with Lew Anderson, for he was a man of the royal blood of fellowship. He was bound to his friends and his friends were bound to him. His presence, his smiling, beaming face, his words all linked him to those who knew him well or knew him even little. He was a man who leaves a large place vacant, in home, in city, in business, in everything that good and achieving men stand for. His interests were varied. He was not a mere business grubber. He was a thinker. He was bookish and a lover of rare and beautiful things of the world. He touched life intimately at many points. He was not a man of a single contact, but of many. Strong of body, great of heart and wide of soul. Let those who loved him be thankful that while he lived he lived well and while he lived he created out of it all, happiness for those near and dear to him and success for the community with which he was so deeply and so finely identified. Hale, friend and brother. You may tell us about when we meet again!
Anderson family: Joseph Scroggs Anderson (1834-1905), Nancy Jane "Jennie" Frazee Anderson, Lew Wallace Anderson, Minna Kadgihn Anderson, John B. Anderson (1871-1926), Emma W. Anderson, Belle Anderson, Joseph R. Anderson (1880-1930), Donald Anderson, Paul G. Anderson, John Burton Anderson (1898-1959), Lura C. Anderson, Helen Anderson Reidel, James S. Anderson & Audrey Anderson.
A biography of Lew Wallace Anderson was published in History of Linn County Iowa From Its Earliest Settlement to the Present Time, Vol II, 1911. The biography was transcribed and posted on the Linn county, Iowa, Genweb site.
---- Obit:
The Cedar Rapids Daily Republican, Wed., Sept. 22, 1915, p. 4, col. 1.
Death Of Lew Anderson
__Is it possible that Lew Anderson will not be seen on the streets of Cedar Rapids today? It is hard to think of him as an absent one. He was so much in life and he meant so much to so many of us, a friend socially, a counsellor in business matters, a booster for the city in all its varied interests, a hale-fellow-well-met and withal a scholar and a gentleman.
__Death called him suddenly. In the moment: in the twinkling of an eye he was and was no more. Untimely, unkind even, come death and yet the going was free from vexation and pain and from weariness of waiting for the end when the journey is finished. There are some compensations in dropping dead instead of dying in the usual ways. And death comes to all sooner or later; unto every one is appointed a day to pass on. To die in the zenith of one's powers, when one's influence is at its highest point, when honors and riches and all the beautiful things that we associate with success, all beckoning to one - to die then. To be deprived of all the enjoyments that we associate with success in life, ease, rest, happiness, praise and the contemplative ruminations that belong to philosophic minds, ah all that is sad. And yet to him who has passed on, all these things mean nothing. They are as if there not and never had been or were to be. It is all over, except the mysterious future and that most beautiful of all adventures which we still call death, because we are unable to comprehend that it may be only a passing on, from one life into another. And if it is truly that what an adventure death must be, to see and to explore and to know the infinate world that lies beyond the veil.
__One thinks readily of these greater things in connection with Lew Anderson, for he was a man of the royal blood of fellowship. He was bound to his friends and his friends were bound to him. His presence, his smiling, beaming face, his words all linked him to those who knew him well or knew him even little. He was a man who leaves a large place vacant, in home, in city, in business, in everything that good and achieving men stand for. His interests were varied. He was not a mere business grubber. He was a thinker. He was bookish and a lover of rare and beautiful things of the world. He touched life intimately at many points. He was not a man of a single contact, but of many. Strong of body, great of heart and wide of soul. Let those who loved him be thankful that while he lived he lived well and while he lived he created out of it all, happiness for those near and dear to him and success for the community with which he was so deeply and so finely identified. Hale, friend and brother. You may tell us about when we meet again!
A biography of Lew Wallace Anderson was published in History of Linn County Iowa From Its Earliest Settlement to the Present Time, Vol II, 1911. The biography was transcribed and posted on the Linn county, Iowa, Genweb site.
---- Obit:
The Cedar Rapids Daily Republican, Wed., Sept. 22, 1915, p. 4, col. 1.
Death Of Lew Anderson
__Is it possible that Lew Anderson will not be seen on the streets of Cedar Rapids today? It is hard to think of him as an absent one. He was so much in life and he meant so much to so many of us, a friend socially, a counsellor in business matters, a booster for the city in all its varied interests, a hale-fellow-well-met and withal a scholar and a gentleman.
__Death called him suddenly. In the moment: in the twinkling of an eye he was and was no more. Untimely, unkind even, come death and yet the going was free from vexation and pain and from weariness of waiting for the end when the journey is finished. There are some compensations in dropping dead instead of dying in the usual ways. And death comes to all sooner or later; unto every one is appointed a day to pass on. To die in the zenith of one's powers, when one's influence is at its highest point, when honors and riches and all the beautiful things that we associate with success, all beckoning to one - to die then. To be deprived of all the enjoyments that we associate with success in life, ease, rest, happiness, praise and the contemplative ruminations that belong to philosophic minds, ah all that is sad. And yet to him who has passed on, all these things mean nothing. They are as if there not and never had been or were to be. It is all over, except the mysterious future and that most beautiful of all adventures which we still call death, because we are unable to comprehend that it may be only a passing on, from one life into another. And if it is truly that what an adventure death must be, to see and to explore and to know the infinate world that lies beyond the veil.
__One thinks readily of these greater things in connection with Lew Anderson, for he was a man of the royal blood of fellowship. He was bound to his friends and his friends were bound to him. His presence, his smiling, beaming face, his words all linked him to those who knew him well or knew him even little. He was a man who leaves a large place vacant, in home, in city, in business, in everything that good and achieving men stand for. His interests were varied. He was not a mere business grubber. He was a thinker. He was bookish and a lover of rare and beautiful things of the world. He touched life intimately at many points. He was not a man of a single contact, but of many. Strong of body, great of heart and wide of soul. Let those who loved him be thankful that while he lived he lived well and while he lived he created out of it all, happiness for those near and dear to him and success for the community with which he was so deeply and so finely identified. Hale, friend and brother. You may tell us about when we meet again!
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