Fanny was born in Montpelier, Vermont, December 5, 1836, and when quite young moved with her parents to Warren County, New York, where in November 26th, 1854, she married Henry J. Stickney, also of Warren County. She had three children in New York and the family came to Washington Territory in 1887 via Wisconsin.
Her daughter Agnes penned these words about Fanny some seventeen years after her mother died: "Oh! I know now, since I have experienced motherhood, that motherhood deepens and deepens as the years recede, and I know in my own life something of hers, and I know too I would count it a blessed privilege to spend Eternity in her service, just to compensate for the sacrifices she made for me. So often I see her now in retrospect! The last time I saw her in health was thru the car window as she was leaving Pullman. Her eyes were misty with tears and her lips moving. What wouldn't I give to know just what she said! Dear departed mother. I was her dear girl then as surely as when my fuzzy head lay beside her at the hour of my birth. I was her second child. My sister Anna Eliza was 3-1/2 years old when I arrived I was born in Horicon, Warren Co., New York in the year 1859. I have a vague memory of the house in which I was born and its surroundings. (Her father's blacksmith shop was near the family home) "This was near the house where I was born - an unpainted, weatherbeaten abode with not any too much room, but it was home. Home is where Love is King and I believe he was there. To the east my mother's parents lived, and to go to grandma Bunkers', which was a privilege, we went up a knoll back of the house, past the barn, down into a little ravine, out across a flat to the Schroon river jammed with logs at least this one time I recall over which we picked our way to the other side. And there were the beech and chestnut trees in the midst of a thick carpet of varigated Autumn leaves through which I scuffed my little shoes to uncover the nuts buried beneath. And to this day whenever I walk thru rustling leaves in the fall my memory bounds back to those scenes of my baby days. Then on thru that strip of forest perhaps a fourth of a mile to highway bordered by green-sward and right there across was dear grandma's home. Oh, don't tell me it is an inflated memory! I know it was true!"
A letter than Fanny penned from Lockiel, on Feb. 5th, 1882 to her Sister and Brother told of family news: daughter Agnes teaching at Merridan and daughter Anna was keeping house at Barronett Barron Co. and Elmer was at work up there and boarded with her. She also discussed her other siblings and that they had 15 acres under the plow at that time, with plans to break about 40 more acres that coming summer.
Fanny had celebrated her 73rd birthday anniversary and had been enjoying good health for one of her age for a year when she suffered a paralytic stroke and died. The funeral was in the home of her daughter, Anna E. Gibson. She was buried next to her husband in Ellensburg IOOF Cemetery.
Her daughter Agnes penned these words about Fanny some seventeen years after her mother died: "Oh! I know now, since I have experienced motherhood, that motherhood deepens and deepens as the years recede, and I know in my own life something of hers, and I know too I would count it a blessed privilege to spend Eternity in her service, just to compensate for the sacrifices she made for me. So often I see her now in retrospect! The last time I saw her in health was thru the car window as she was leaving Pullman. Her eyes were misty with tears and her lips moving. What wouldn't I give to know just what she said! Dear departed mother. I was her dear girl then as surely as when my fuzzy head lay beside her at the hour of my birth. I was her second child. My sister Anna Eliza was 3-1/2 years old when I arrived I was born in Horicon, Warren Co., New York in the year 1859. I have a vague memory of the house in which I was born and its surroundings. (Her father's blacksmith shop was near the family home) "This was near the house where I was born - an unpainted, weatherbeaten abode with not any too much room, but it was home. Home is where Love is King and I believe he was there. To the east my mother's parents lived, and to go to grandma Bunkers', which was a privilege, we went up a knoll back of the house, past the barn, down into a little ravine, out across a flat to the Schroon river jammed with logs at least this one time I recall over which we picked our way to the other side. And there were the beech and chestnut trees in the midst of a thick carpet of varigated Autumn leaves through which I scuffed my little shoes to uncover the nuts buried beneath. And to this day whenever I walk thru rustling leaves in the fall my memory bounds back to those scenes of my baby days. Then on thru that strip of forest perhaps a fourth of a mile to highway bordered by green-sward and right there across was dear grandma's home. Oh, don't tell me it is an inflated memory! I know it was true!"
A letter than Fanny penned from Lockiel, on Feb. 5th, 1882 to her Sister and Brother told of family news: daughter Agnes teaching at Merridan and daughter Anna was keeping house at Barronett Barron Co. and Elmer was at work up there and boarded with her. She also discussed her other siblings and that they had 15 acres under the plow at that time, with plans to break about 40 more acres that coming summer.
Fanny had celebrated her 73rd birthday anniversary and had been enjoying good health for one of her age for a year when she suffered a paralytic stroke and died. The funeral was in the home of her daughter, Anna E. Gibson. She was buried next to her husband in Ellensburg IOOF Cemetery.
Fanny was born in Montpelier, Vermont, December 5, 1836, and when quite young moved with her parents to Warren County, New York, where in November 26th, 1854, she married Henry J. Stickney, also of Warren County. She had three children in New York and the family came to Washington Territory in 1887 via Wisconsin.
Her daughter Agnes penned these words about Fanny some seventeen years after her mother died: "Oh! I know now, since I have experienced motherhood, that motherhood deepens and deepens as the years recede, and I know in my own life something of hers, and I know too I would count it a blessed privilege to spend Eternity in her service, just to compensate for the sacrifices she made for me. So often I see her now in retrospect! The last time I saw her in health was thru the car window as she was leaving Pullman. Her eyes were misty with tears and her lips moving. What wouldn't I give to know just what she said! Dear departed mother. I was her dear girl then as surely as when my fuzzy head lay beside her at the hour of my birth. I was her second child. My sister Anna Eliza was 3-1/2 years old when I arrived I was born in Horicon, Warren Co., New York in the year 1859. I have a vague memory of the house in which I was born and its surroundings. (Her father's blacksmith shop was near the family home) "This was near the house where I was born - an unpainted, weatherbeaten abode with not any too much room, but it was home. Home is where Love is King and I believe he was there. To the east my mother's parents lived, and to go to grandma Bunkers', which was a privilege, we went up a knoll back of the house, past the barn, down into a little ravine, out across a flat to the Schroon river jammed with logs at least this one time I recall over which we picked our way to the other side. And there were the beech and chestnut trees in the midst of a thick carpet of varigated Autumn leaves through which I scuffed my little shoes to uncover the nuts buried beneath. And to this day whenever I walk thru rustling leaves in the fall my memory bounds back to those scenes of my baby days. Then on thru that strip of forest perhaps a fourth of a mile to highway bordered by green-sward and right there across was dear grandma's home. Oh, don't tell me it is an inflated memory! I know it was true!"
A letter than Fanny penned from Lockiel, on Feb. 5th, 1882 to her Sister and Brother told of family news: daughter Agnes teaching at Merridan and daughter Anna was keeping house at Barronett Barron Co. and Elmer was at work up there and boarded with her. She also discussed her other siblings and that they had 15 acres under the plow at that time, with plans to break about 40 more acres that coming summer.
Fanny had celebrated her 73rd birthday anniversary and had been enjoying good health for one of her age for a year when she suffered a paralytic stroke and died. The funeral was in the home of her daughter, Anna E. Gibson. She was buried next to her husband in Ellensburg IOOF Cemetery.
Her daughter Agnes penned these words about Fanny some seventeen years after her mother died: "Oh! I know now, since I have experienced motherhood, that motherhood deepens and deepens as the years recede, and I know in my own life something of hers, and I know too I would count it a blessed privilege to spend Eternity in her service, just to compensate for the sacrifices she made for me. So often I see her now in retrospect! The last time I saw her in health was thru the car window as she was leaving Pullman. Her eyes were misty with tears and her lips moving. What wouldn't I give to know just what she said! Dear departed mother. I was her dear girl then as surely as when my fuzzy head lay beside her at the hour of my birth. I was her second child. My sister Anna Eliza was 3-1/2 years old when I arrived I was born in Horicon, Warren Co., New York in the year 1859. I have a vague memory of the house in which I was born and its surroundings. (Her father's blacksmith shop was near the family home) "This was near the house where I was born - an unpainted, weatherbeaten abode with not any too much room, but it was home. Home is where Love is King and I believe he was there. To the east my mother's parents lived, and to go to grandma Bunkers', which was a privilege, we went up a knoll back of the house, past the barn, down into a little ravine, out across a flat to the Schroon river jammed with logs at least this one time I recall over which we picked our way to the other side. And there were the beech and chestnut trees in the midst of a thick carpet of varigated Autumn leaves through which I scuffed my little shoes to uncover the nuts buried beneath. And to this day whenever I walk thru rustling leaves in the fall my memory bounds back to those scenes of my baby days. Then on thru that strip of forest perhaps a fourth of a mile to highway bordered by green-sward and right there across was dear grandma's home. Oh, don't tell me it is an inflated memory! I know it was true!"
A letter than Fanny penned from Lockiel, on Feb. 5th, 1882 to her Sister and Brother told of family news: daughter Agnes teaching at Merridan and daughter Anna was keeping house at Barronett Barron Co. and Elmer was at work up there and boarded with her. She also discussed her other siblings and that they had 15 acres under the plow at that time, with plans to break about 40 more acres that coming summer.
Fanny had celebrated her 73rd birthday anniversary and had been enjoying good health for one of her age for a year when she suffered a paralytic stroke and died. The funeral was in the home of her daughter, Anna E. Gibson. She was buried next to her husband in Ellensburg IOOF Cemetery.
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