Birthdate calculated using calculator based on age at time of death as indicated on the tombstone. The 1860 Federal census taken in June indicates he was one month old so that would put his birth date as May 1860.
Albert Moran was a native of Greene County and his entire life, if exception is made of the time spent in California a few years ago, was spent in and about Jefferson. Everyone knew Albert and they knew him as a kind-hearted, good-natured, industrious man, and an excellent mechanic, as the cement sidewalks upon which we daily tread, abundantly testify, and these will endure for generations an earnest witnesses of his loyal faithfulness to the work entrusted to him. In the fall of 1885 he married Miss Hulda Johnson, of Boone, who died December 23, 1889, leaving three children one of whom soon followed its mother. February 23 1891, he was united in marriage with Miss Ethel M., daughter of Gammahal Headley, who survives him, with one of the two children born to this union.
Albert Morlan made a brave struggle for life, but his last years were clouded by the over shadowing clouds that told of the helplessness of the battle and the added weight of much physical suffering. He was given up to die several years ago, but in weakness and yet in hope he took a long trip west and returned with apparently a new lease of life. After that he did much of the best work of his life and again laid down over-come by the dread disease and the end came peacefully as state above. No sincerer mourner stood by his open grave last Sunday than his aged father, Uncle Andy Morlan, and for him as well as for all the bereaved family, the sympathy of this people is freely extended.
The funeral was held from the Christian church Sabbath afternoon and the interment was made under the care and ritualistic service of the Odd Fellows of which fraternity he was a faithful member. The fact that nearly one hundred Odd Fellows were in the ranks, escorting his remains to the grave is an honoring testimony to the loving esteem in which he was held. Rev. Hunter preached the funeral discourse. The church was crowded almost to suffocation and a great number could not even get into the vestibule. A long procession followed all that was mortal of Albert Morlan to the quiet tomb in the city cemetery. God’s peace be with him in his dreamless sleep. (The Jefferson Bee, Jefferson, IA, March 12, 1896)
Albert Moran was a native of Greene County and his entire life, if exception is made of the time spent in California a few years ago, was spent in and about Jefferson. Everyone knew Albert and they knew him as a kind-hearted, good-natured, industrious man, and an excellent mechanic, as the cement sidewalks upon which we daily tread, abundantly testify, and these will endure for generations an earnest witnesses of his loyal faithfulness to the work entrusted to him. In the fall of 1885 he married Miss Hulda Johnson, of Boone, who died December 23, 1889, leaving three children one of whom soon followed its mother. February 23 1891, he was united in marriage with Miss Ethel M., daughter of Gammahal Headley, who survives him, with one of the two children born to this union.
Albert Morlan made a brave struggle for life, but his last years were clouded by the over shadowing clouds that told of the helplessness of the battle and the added weight of much physical suffering. He was given up to die several years ago, but in weakness and yet in hope he took a long trip west and returned with apparently a new lease of life. After that he did much of the best work of his life and again laid down over-come by the dread disease and the end came peacefully as state above. No sincerer mourner stood by his open grave last Sunday than his aged father, Uncle Andy Morlan, and for him as well as for all the bereaved family, the sympathy of this people is freely extended.
The funeral was held from the Christian church Sabbath afternoon and the interment was made under the care and ritualistic service of the Odd Fellows of which fraternity he was a faithful member. The fact that nearly one hundred Odd Fellows were in the ranks, escorting his remains to the grave is an honoring testimony to the loving esteem in which he was held. Rev. Hunter preached the funeral discourse. The church was crowded almost to suffocation and a great number could not even get into the vestibule. A long procession followed all that was mortal of Albert Morlan to the quiet tomb in the city cemetery. God’s peace be with him in his dreamless sleep. (The Jefferson Bee, Jefferson, IA, March 12, 1896)
Birthdate calculated using calculator based on age at time of death as indicated on the tombstone. The 1860 Federal census taken in June indicates he was one month old so that would put his birth date as May 1860.
Albert Moran was a native of Greene County and his entire life, if exception is made of the time spent in California a few years ago, was spent in and about Jefferson. Everyone knew Albert and they knew him as a kind-hearted, good-natured, industrious man, and an excellent mechanic, as the cement sidewalks upon which we daily tread, abundantly testify, and these will endure for generations an earnest witnesses of his loyal faithfulness to the work entrusted to him. In the fall of 1885 he married Miss Hulda Johnson, of Boone, who died December 23, 1889, leaving three children one of whom soon followed its mother. February 23 1891, he was united in marriage with Miss Ethel M., daughter of Gammahal Headley, who survives him, with one of the two children born to this union.
Albert Morlan made a brave struggle for life, but his last years were clouded by the over shadowing clouds that told of the helplessness of the battle and the added weight of much physical suffering. He was given up to die several years ago, but in weakness and yet in hope he took a long trip west and returned with apparently a new lease of life. After that he did much of the best work of his life and again laid down over-come by the dread disease and the end came peacefully as state above. No sincerer mourner stood by his open grave last Sunday than his aged father, Uncle Andy Morlan, and for him as well as for all the bereaved family, the sympathy of this people is freely extended.
The funeral was held from the Christian church Sabbath afternoon and the interment was made under the care and ritualistic service of the Odd Fellows of which fraternity he was a faithful member. The fact that nearly one hundred Odd Fellows were in the ranks, escorting his remains to the grave is an honoring testimony to the loving esteem in which he was held. Rev. Hunter preached the funeral discourse. The church was crowded almost to suffocation and a great number could not even get into the vestibule. A long procession followed all that was mortal of Albert Morlan to the quiet tomb in the city cemetery. God’s peace be with him in his dreamless sleep. (The Jefferson Bee, Jefferson, IA, March 12, 1896)
Albert Moran was a native of Greene County and his entire life, if exception is made of the time spent in California a few years ago, was spent in and about Jefferson. Everyone knew Albert and they knew him as a kind-hearted, good-natured, industrious man, and an excellent mechanic, as the cement sidewalks upon which we daily tread, abundantly testify, and these will endure for generations an earnest witnesses of his loyal faithfulness to the work entrusted to him. In the fall of 1885 he married Miss Hulda Johnson, of Boone, who died December 23, 1889, leaving three children one of whom soon followed its mother. February 23 1891, he was united in marriage with Miss Ethel M., daughter of Gammahal Headley, who survives him, with one of the two children born to this union.
Albert Morlan made a brave struggle for life, but his last years were clouded by the over shadowing clouds that told of the helplessness of the battle and the added weight of much physical suffering. He was given up to die several years ago, but in weakness and yet in hope he took a long trip west and returned with apparently a new lease of life. After that he did much of the best work of his life and again laid down over-come by the dread disease and the end came peacefully as state above. No sincerer mourner stood by his open grave last Sunday than his aged father, Uncle Andy Morlan, and for him as well as for all the bereaved family, the sympathy of this people is freely extended.
The funeral was held from the Christian church Sabbath afternoon and the interment was made under the care and ritualistic service of the Odd Fellows of which fraternity he was a faithful member. The fact that nearly one hundred Odd Fellows were in the ranks, escorting his remains to the grave is an honoring testimony to the loving esteem in which he was held. Rev. Hunter preached the funeral discourse. The church was crowded almost to suffocation and a great number could not even get into the vestibule. A long procession followed all that was mortal of Albert Morlan to the quiet tomb in the city cemetery. God’s peace be with him in his dreamless sleep. (The Jefferson Bee, Jefferson, IA, March 12, 1896)
Inscription
ALBERT MORLAN
DIED
May 5, 1896
AGED
36 ys 9ms & 15ds
[on panel above his name]
'Tis hard to break the tender cord
When Love has bound the heart.
'Tis hard, so hard to speak the words
'Must we forever part.'
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