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Byron Harvey Allred Sr.

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Byron Harvey Allred Sr.

Birth
Pottawattamie County, Iowa, USA
Death
6 Aug 1912 (aged 65)
El Paso, El Paso County, Texas, USA
Burial
El Paso, El Paso County, Texas, USA Add to Map
Plot
Section K, Lot 71, Place 1
Memorial ID
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Born at Kanesville.

His youngest daughter, Mary Viola Allred Stout, wrote a book called My Life - I've Made it So Far...And Still Striving. Her son, Byron D. Stout, included a small portion in his book which covered her memories of her home life while living with her family in the Mormon Colonies in Mexico and El Paso including the circumstances surrounding the death of her father. "I was sitting on the steps of the large front porch. Several were assembled on the porch and all seemed to be talking and visiting as Father came up the walk, taking his last few steps in this life. Father was never a silent type. He was always a good mixer, very amiable and as his face seemed set and drawn, he did not respond to the greetings of anyone, but walked directly into the house. Seeing this, Mother quickly arose and followed him remarking, 'You look very tired...' Father entered the large hall, laid the tub and washboard [he had been to town to purchase those items] on the floor and immediately sank to the floor. As Mother saw him prostrate and the color change on his face, she came to the front door and called, 'Henry, Aunt Matilda, come here!' Henry and Orson were then dispatched down the street to find a doctor, but before they returned, Father left this life...I remember a sleepless night on the floor, some strange man [to me] sat all night in the front room by Father's casket. A custom, for why, I do not know. The law was to bury the dead in 24 hours, so August 7th a service was held and Father was buried in Evergreen Cemetery of El Paso, Texas. All I remember was the black hearse and the black veils Mother and Aunt Matilda wore down over their faces and the hot, hot sun."
Born at Kanesville.

His youngest daughter, Mary Viola Allred Stout, wrote a book called My Life - I've Made it So Far...And Still Striving. Her son, Byron D. Stout, included a small portion in his book which covered her memories of her home life while living with her family in the Mormon Colonies in Mexico and El Paso including the circumstances surrounding the death of her father. "I was sitting on the steps of the large front porch. Several were assembled on the porch and all seemed to be talking and visiting as Father came up the walk, taking his last few steps in this life. Father was never a silent type. He was always a good mixer, very amiable and as his face seemed set and drawn, he did not respond to the greetings of anyone, but walked directly into the house. Seeing this, Mother quickly arose and followed him remarking, 'You look very tired...' Father entered the large hall, laid the tub and washboard [he had been to town to purchase those items] on the floor and immediately sank to the floor. As Mother saw him prostrate and the color change on his face, she came to the front door and called, 'Henry, Aunt Matilda, come here!' Henry and Orson were then dispatched down the street to find a doctor, but before they returned, Father left this life...I remember a sleepless night on the floor, some strange man [to me] sat all night in the front room by Father's casket. A custom, for why, I do not know. The law was to bury the dead in 24 hours, so August 7th a service was held and Father was buried in Evergreen Cemetery of El Paso, Texas. All I remember was the black hearse and the black veils Mother and Aunt Matilda wore down over their faces and the hot, hot sun."


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