Havensville Review
March 12, 1924
Francis M. Cochran
Francis M. Cochran was born in Monroe County, Iowa, March 26, 1845, and spent the first twelve years of his life in that state. He came with his parents to Jackson County Kansas in 1857, living first at what is known as James Crossing and later in the vicinity of Bucks Grove.
At the time of the Civil war he enlisted in Company I, 9th Kansas Cavalry, and lacked but ten days of giving three years to the service of his country.
In 1866 he united with the Methodist church and ever after was faithful in the service of his Master.
In 1870 he moved near Westmoreland where he met and married Frances W. Cook, July 6, 1876. Shortly after their marriage they moved back to the Bucks Grove neighborhood, where they resided until 1885, when they came to Havensville. Of the twelve children born to them, Alfred, Mary and four others, who died when quite young, have preceded him. Those living are John Cochran, of Kansas City; Edgar, Robert, Mrs. Martha Denton and Mrs. Amanda Stephens, of Topeka; and Miss Edith, who had been a faithful and kind in caring for her parents the past few years. There are also eight grandchildren, a half-brother, Grant Cochran, of California; and a half sister, Anna Biswell, of Oklahoma.
Although his illness was not considered dangerous, he passed away Thursday morning, March 5, 1925, at the age of 79 years, 11 months and 9 days.
Husband and father is gone, but it is a great comfort to know that in his home life, his earnest solicitude for the spiritual welfare of his children, and in his tender care and especial kindness to his companion, he has left to his family a beautiful memory.
The funeral was held at Havensville, Kansas, March 6, at 2:30 o’clock, at the M.E. Church, conducted by Rev. Warren of Holton. Burial was in the family lot in the cemetery at Havensville.
The following narrative was written by the deceased on July 15, 1914.
F. M. Cochran was born at Monroe County, Iowa in the year 1845, moved to the adjoining county, Wapello, when two years old near Ottumwa, Iowa living nine years in said county. My father, Simon Cochran, being one of the early settlers of that state, and in the year the year 1857 moved to the sparsely settled territory of Kansas, where we at that time endured many hardships incident in new country life. My father preempted a piece of land about ten miles west of Holton, Jackson County, near James Crossing. One sad incident of our new country life occurring soon after settling was the death of one of my dear sisters, Amanda, who was 17 years of age at her death. Just before starting from Iowa our family had measles. All recovered from the effects but my sister, she took cold settling into consumption, gradually growing worse during the summer months fall and winter and in February, 1858 the good angels with their snowy wings bore her away to her immortal home where there is no need of the sun, nor moon, nor stars, where the Lord is the light of that city and the days of our mourning shall be ended. Next great trial was the death of my dear sainted mother, who had been a patient follower of her Saviour since I could remember her death taking place a few years after my sister’s in the year 1861. I never will forget the sweet smile that sat upon her countenance as we laid her to rest in the quiet burying ground, the Bucks Grove cemetery; where resting from her labors her work follow her. My father still kept house with my brother who was too young for the war but he had three sons that were not so one day the youngest of the three left father’s house and became a soldier, enlisting in Company I, 9th Kansas Cavalry, for three years or during the war, the latter part of my service being performed at Duvalls Bluffs, Arkansas, at which time in my bunk one night I was taken violently ill. Next morning about the rising of the sun I was carried to the hospital, from the regimental to the general hospital on the bank of the White River where I remained for sometime. My doctors in the hospital procuring my discharge, my comrades placing me on board the boat bound for St. Louis, thence to St. Joseph and Atchison, reaching home of my father’s home in Kansas where I continued an invalid for five years. When doctors and friends exhausted their skill in trying to cure me, the Lord took me up; and I began getting better so that I could visit my neighbors and friends and tell them of my wonderful friend. I was discharged tenth day of June 1865 , at Duvalls Bluffs, Arkansas and in the year following, Sunday evening, 15th day of April, 1866, was happy converted to God, while all alone in my brother-in-law house at which I was making my home, my brother-in-law having gone with his family to the little school house to church. “Oh happy day that fixed my choice.” Since I have lived in adjoining counties, Jackson and Pottawatomie, now living in the little town of Havensville. I anticipate now that my days are being numbered, with me the sun is going down in death. I feel that I have “fought a good fight” and am joyous in the anticipation of my eternal home beyond the river where joining loved ones will be forever with the Lord. He has kept me from the pestilence that walketh by night and from the powers that wasteth at noon day. Many have fallen on my right hand and on my left but my life has been prolonged thus far, his name be praised.
March 12, 1924
Francis M. Cochran
Francis M. Cochran was born in Monroe County, Iowa, March 26, 1845, and spent the first twelve years of his life in that state. He came with his parents to Jackson County Kansas in 1857, living first at what is known as James Crossing and later in the vicinity of Bucks Grove.
At the time of the Civil war he enlisted in Company I, 9th Kansas Cavalry, and lacked but ten days of giving three years to the service of his country.
In 1866 he united with the Methodist church and ever after was faithful in the service of his Master.
In 1870 he moved near Westmoreland where he met and married Frances W. Cook, July 6, 1876. Shortly after their marriage they moved back to the Bucks Grove neighborhood, where they resided until 1885, when they came to Havensville. Of the twelve children born to them, Alfred, Mary and four others, who died when quite young, have preceded him. Those living are John Cochran, of Kansas City; Edgar, Robert, Mrs. Martha Denton and Mrs. Amanda Stephens, of Topeka; and Miss Edith, who had been a faithful and kind in caring for her parents the past few years. There are also eight grandchildren, a half-brother, Grant Cochran, of California; and a half sister, Anna Biswell, of Oklahoma.
Although his illness was not considered dangerous, he passed away Thursday morning, March 5, 1925, at the age of 79 years, 11 months and 9 days.
Husband and father is gone, but it is a great comfort to know that in his home life, his earnest solicitude for the spiritual welfare of his children, and in his tender care and especial kindness to his companion, he has left to his family a beautiful memory.
The funeral was held at Havensville, Kansas, March 6, at 2:30 o’clock, at the M.E. Church, conducted by Rev. Warren of Holton. Burial was in the family lot in the cemetery at Havensville.
The following narrative was written by the deceased on July 15, 1914.
F. M. Cochran was born at Monroe County, Iowa in the year 1845, moved to the adjoining county, Wapello, when two years old near Ottumwa, Iowa living nine years in said county. My father, Simon Cochran, being one of the early settlers of that state, and in the year the year 1857 moved to the sparsely settled territory of Kansas, where we at that time endured many hardships incident in new country life. My father preempted a piece of land about ten miles west of Holton, Jackson County, near James Crossing. One sad incident of our new country life occurring soon after settling was the death of one of my dear sisters, Amanda, who was 17 years of age at her death. Just before starting from Iowa our family had measles. All recovered from the effects but my sister, she took cold settling into consumption, gradually growing worse during the summer months fall and winter and in February, 1858 the good angels with their snowy wings bore her away to her immortal home where there is no need of the sun, nor moon, nor stars, where the Lord is the light of that city and the days of our mourning shall be ended. Next great trial was the death of my dear sainted mother, who had been a patient follower of her Saviour since I could remember her death taking place a few years after my sister’s in the year 1861. I never will forget the sweet smile that sat upon her countenance as we laid her to rest in the quiet burying ground, the Bucks Grove cemetery; where resting from her labors her work follow her. My father still kept house with my brother who was too young for the war but he had three sons that were not so one day the youngest of the three left father’s house and became a soldier, enlisting in Company I, 9th Kansas Cavalry, for three years or during the war, the latter part of my service being performed at Duvalls Bluffs, Arkansas, at which time in my bunk one night I was taken violently ill. Next morning about the rising of the sun I was carried to the hospital, from the regimental to the general hospital on the bank of the White River where I remained for sometime. My doctors in the hospital procuring my discharge, my comrades placing me on board the boat bound for St. Louis, thence to St. Joseph and Atchison, reaching home of my father’s home in Kansas where I continued an invalid for five years. When doctors and friends exhausted their skill in trying to cure me, the Lord took me up; and I began getting better so that I could visit my neighbors and friends and tell them of my wonderful friend. I was discharged tenth day of June 1865 , at Duvalls Bluffs, Arkansas and in the year following, Sunday evening, 15th day of April, 1866, was happy converted to God, while all alone in my brother-in-law house at which I was making my home, my brother-in-law having gone with his family to the little school house to church. “Oh happy day that fixed my choice.” Since I have lived in adjoining counties, Jackson and Pottawatomie, now living in the little town of Havensville. I anticipate now that my days are being numbered, with me the sun is going down in death. I feel that I have “fought a good fight” and am joyous in the anticipation of my eternal home beyond the river where joining loved ones will be forever with the Lord. He has kept me from the pestilence that walketh by night and from the powers that wasteth at noon day. Many have fallen on my right hand and on my left but my life has been prolonged thus far, his name be praised.
Havensville Review
March 12, 1924
Francis M. Cochran
Francis M. Cochran was born in Monroe County, Iowa, March 26, 1845, and spent the first twelve years of his life in that state. He came with his parents to Jackson County Kansas in 1857, living first at what is known as James Crossing and later in the vicinity of Bucks Grove.
At the time of the Civil war he enlisted in Company I, 9th Kansas Cavalry, and lacked but ten days of giving three years to the service of his country.
In 1866 he united with the Methodist church and ever after was faithful in the service of his Master.
In 1870 he moved near Westmoreland where he met and married Frances W. Cook, July 6, 1876. Shortly after their marriage they moved back to the Bucks Grove neighborhood, where they resided until 1885, when they came to Havensville. Of the twelve children born to them, Alfred, Mary and four others, who died when quite young, have preceded him. Those living are John Cochran, of Kansas City; Edgar, Robert, Mrs. Martha Denton and Mrs. Amanda Stephens, of Topeka; and Miss Edith, who had been a faithful and kind in caring for her parents the past few years. There are also eight grandchildren, a half-brother, Grant Cochran, of California; and a half sister, Anna Biswell, of Oklahoma.
Although his illness was not considered dangerous, he passed away Thursday morning, March 5, 1925, at the age of 79 years, 11 months and 9 days.
Husband and father is gone, but it is a great comfort to know that in his home life, his earnest solicitude for the spiritual welfare of his children, and in his tender care and especial kindness to his companion, he has left to his family a beautiful memory.
The funeral was held at Havensville, Kansas, March 6, at 2:30 o’clock, at the M.E. Church, conducted by Rev. Warren of Holton. Burial was in the family lot in the cemetery at Havensville.
The following narrative was written by the deceased on July 15, 1914.
F. M. Cochran was born at Monroe County, Iowa in the year 1845, moved to the adjoining county, Wapello, when two years old near Ottumwa, Iowa living nine years in said county. My father, Simon Cochran, being one of the early settlers of that state, and in the year the year 1857 moved to the sparsely settled territory of Kansas, where we at that time endured many hardships incident in new country life. My father preempted a piece of land about ten miles west of Holton, Jackson County, near James Crossing. One sad incident of our new country life occurring soon after settling was the death of one of my dear sisters, Amanda, who was 17 years of age at her death. Just before starting from Iowa our family had measles. All recovered from the effects but my sister, she took cold settling into consumption, gradually growing worse during the summer months fall and winter and in February, 1858 the good angels with their snowy wings bore her away to her immortal home where there is no need of the sun, nor moon, nor stars, where the Lord is the light of that city and the days of our mourning shall be ended. Next great trial was the death of my dear sainted mother, who had been a patient follower of her Saviour since I could remember her death taking place a few years after my sister’s in the year 1861. I never will forget the sweet smile that sat upon her countenance as we laid her to rest in the quiet burying ground, the Bucks Grove cemetery; where resting from her labors her work follow her. My father still kept house with my brother who was too young for the war but he had three sons that were not so one day the youngest of the three left father’s house and became a soldier, enlisting in Company I, 9th Kansas Cavalry, for three years or during the war, the latter part of my service being performed at Duvalls Bluffs, Arkansas, at which time in my bunk one night I was taken violently ill. Next morning about the rising of the sun I was carried to the hospital, from the regimental to the general hospital on the bank of the White River where I remained for sometime. My doctors in the hospital procuring my discharge, my comrades placing me on board the boat bound for St. Louis, thence to St. Joseph and Atchison, reaching home of my father’s home in Kansas where I continued an invalid for five years. When doctors and friends exhausted their skill in trying to cure me, the Lord took me up; and I began getting better so that I could visit my neighbors and friends and tell them of my wonderful friend. I was discharged tenth day of June 1865 , at Duvalls Bluffs, Arkansas and in the year following, Sunday evening, 15th day of April, 1866, was happy converted to God, while all alone in my brother-in-law house at which I was making my home, my brother-in-law having gone with his family to the little school house to church. “Oh happy day that fixed my choice.” Since I have lived in adjoining counties, Jackson and Pottawatomie, now living in the little town of Havensville. I anticipate now that my days are being numbered, with me the sun is going down in death. I feel that I have “fought a good fight” and am joyous in the anticipation of my eternal home beyond the river where joining loved ones will be forever with the Lord. He has kept me from the pestilence that walketh by night and from the powers that wasteth at noon day. Many have fallen on my right hand and on my left but my life has been prolonged thus far, his name be praised.
March 12, 1924
Francis M. Cochran
Francis M. Cochran was born in Monroe County, Iowa, March 26, 1845, and spent the first twelve years of his life in that state. He came with his parents to Jackson County Kansas in 1857, living first at what is known as James Crossing and later in the vicinity of Bucks Grove.
At the time of the Civil war he enlisted in Company I, 9th Kansas Cavalry, and lacked but ten days of giving three years to the service of his country.
In 1866 he united with the Methodist church and ever after was faithful in the service of his Master.
In 1870 he moved near Westmoreland where he met and married Frances W. Cook, July 6, 1876. Shortly after their marriage they moved back to the Bucks Grove neighborhood, where they resided until 1885, when they came to Havensville. Of the twelve children born to them, Alfred, Mary and four others, who died when quite young, have preceded him. Those living are John Cochran, of Kansas City; Edgar, Robert, Mrs. Martha Denton and Mrs. Amanda Stephens, of Topeka; and Miss Edith, who had been a faithful and kind in caring for her parents the past few years. There are also eight grandchildren, a half-brother, Grant Cochran, of California; and a half sister, Anna Biswell, of Oklahoma.
Although his illness was not considered dangerous, he passed away Thursday morning, March 5, 1925, at the age of 79 years, 11 months and 9 days.
Husband and father is gone, but it is a great comfort to know that in his home life, his earnest solicitude for the spiritual welfare of his children, and in his tender care and especial kindness to his companion, he has left to his family a beautiful memory.
The funeral was held at Havensville, Kansas, March 6, at 2:30 o’clock, at the M.E. Church, conducted by Rev. Warren of Holton. Burial was in the family lot in the cemetery at Havensville.
The following narrative was written by the deceased on July 15, 1914.
F. M. Cochran was born at Monroe County, Iowa in the year 1845, moved to the adjoining county, Wapello, when two years old near Ottumwa, Iowa living nine years in said county. My father, Simon Cochran, being one of the early settlers of that state, and in the year the year 1857 moved to the sparsely settled territory of Kansas, where we at that time endured many hardships incident in new country life. My father preempted a piece of land about ten miles west of Holton, Jackson County, near James Crossing. One sad incident of our new country life occurring soon after settling was the death of one of my dear sisters, Amanda, who was 17 years of age at her death. Just before starting from Iowa our family had measles. All recovered from the effects but my sister, she took cold settling into consumption, gradually growing worse during the summer months fall and winter and in February, 1858 the good angels with their snowy wings bore her away to her immortal home where there is no need of the sun, nor moon, nor stars, where the Lord is the light of that city and the days of our mourning shall be ended. Next great trial was the death of my dear sainted mother, who had been a patient follower of her Saviour since I could remember her death taking place a few years after my sister’s in the year 1861. I never will forget the sweet smile that sat upon her countenance as we laid her to rest in the quiet burying ground, the Bucks Grove cemetery; where resting from her labors her work follow her. My father still kept house with my brother who was too young for the war but he had three sons that were not so one day the youngest of the three left father’s house and became a soldier, enlisting in Company I, 9th Kansas Cavalry, for three years or during the war, the latter part of my service being performed at Duvalls Bluffs, Arkansas, at which time in my bunk one night I was taken violently ill. Next morning about the rising of the sun I was carried to the hospital, from the regimental to the general hospital on the bank of the White River where I remained for sometime. My doctors in the hospital procuring my discharge, my comrades placing me on board the boat bound for St. Louis, thence to St. Joseph and Atchison, reaching home of my father’s home in Kansas where I continued an invalid for five years. When doctors and friends exhausted their skill in trying to cure me, the Lord took me up; and I began getting better so that I could visit my neighbors and friends and tell them of my wonderful friend. I was discharged tenth day of June 1865 , at Duvalls Bluffs, Arkansas and in the year following, Sunday evening, 15th day of April, 1866, was happy converted to God, while all alone in my brother-in-law house at which I was making my home, my brother-in-law having gone with his family to the little school house to church. “Oh happy day that fixed my choice.” Since I have lived in adjoining counties, Jackson and Pottawatomie, now living in the little town of Havensville. I anticipate now that my days are being numbered, with me the sun is going down in death. I feel that I have “fought a good fight” and am joyous in the anticipation of my eternal home beyond the river where joining loved ones will be forever with the Lord. He has kept me from the pestilence that walketh by night and from the powers that wasteth at noon day. Many have fallen on my right hand and on my left but my life has been prolonged thus far, his name be praised.
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