Iowa County WI Archives History - Books .....Hiram Tyrer And Helen [Tyrer] Sanborn 1975 ************************************************ Copyright. All rights reserved. http://www.usgwarchives.net/copyright.htm http://www.usgwarchives.net/wi/wifiles.htm ************************************************ File contributed for use in USGenWeb Archives by: Nancy Poquette npoq@hotmail.com January 1, 2007, 5:16 am Book Title: Jenny Lind Excerpt from Jenny Lind, by Bernice Grace Sanborn Brancato Page 14: “Hilliard and Helen Sanborn procreated three sons, Chester, Frank and Walter. My grandfather, (Hilliard T.) died when I was two years old and Grandma married again to Mr. Conwell, a sulky old grouch. They continued to live on in her home next door to ours on the right side. She had an extra large tank house, all enclosed, adjoining a sorta work room and warehouse combination that led to the house by a wooden runway to the back door. Her ‘outhouse’ stood out in the corner of her acreage, hers built twin size, two-doored to accommodate (Mr. and Mrs.)…” “My paternal grandmother, Helen (Tyrer) Sanborn Conwell was truly a lady. As a young girl, with brother Hiram Tyrer [she had this wrong. Hiram Tyrer was Helen’s uncle per his probate papers above] and family, they came to California during those early days of hardship and trial. She was tall, thin and meticulous about her dress and tidy with her home; it was her makeup. Her clothes were typical covered-wagon quaintness, long full skirts, tight-to-the- elbow, leg-of-mutton sleeves, and bone-staves in the lacy trim high up her throat. She was much more delicate than my maternal, hard-working, callused, lil’ Grandma Harris.” “In her young years, Grandmother Conwell took malaria and was plagued with it as long as I could remember. I recall very vividly, those times when she’d have to take some quinine and would tell me how bitter it was, and make a shuddering, wrinkled-up face. Often I’d go to her home and find her so very ill from the disease. I’d put cold towels on her head. Poor lil’ granny loved my tenderness; I loved her and felt so distressed seeing her ill…” Page 87: [Jenny Lind revisited in 1975]-“My next desire was to see the burial plot of my ancestors above the Dennis home, uphill on the left. A beautiful revelation took place in the past years, no old swinging gate to struggle through, nor did we have to gain permission to go there. Back in those rambling, rolling hills adorned with exquisite, time-old oak trees, there were wide two-way roads, beautifully macadamized; fire and water hydrants were there; subdivided large one acre to five acre plots of land, above and below the cemetery. Since my youth, and up to about the year 1928-29, and some time in the past when I made trips there, the I. O. O. F. had done a great job of keeping up this early pioneer burial ground. Today there is a fine sign over the gate which reads: ‘Jenny Lind I. O. O. F. Cemetery’.” “I was extremely proud and happy to find those tombstones so endowed and well-preserved in their enshrinement (Figures 2 & 3 on page 88) tucked away on top of the hill, out of sight from the town. Sure enough there stood the little antique wrought iron fence (Figure 1 on page 88) around the Tyrer- Sanborn plot; within it are buried my father’s mother’s brother [she was referring to Hiram Tyrer, but he was really her father’s mother’s uncle] who was my great uncle. On his tomb was inscribed (figure 2a on page 88.) [Hanging sentence was not my error in transcribing.] Beside him lay his sister, my grandmother Helen (Tyrer) (Sanborn) Conwell, beside her, my grandfather, Hilliard T. Sanborn (Figure 3 on page 88.)” [The photographs of the headstones are pretty clear, but are dot-matrix print photographs as you find in print books.] They have the following inscriptions: Hiram Tyrer Died She did not show the inscription April 14, 1906 for Helen Tyrer Sanborn. 82 years, 11 mos. 14 days Native of New York At rest Hilliard T. Sanborn April 9, 1836 Sept. 10, 1910 A Native of Charleston, Maine Page 23: “In the early days of the gold rush, my ancestors all came. I’m sure it was great, exciting and in some ways fearful, adventuring into the unknown, a challenge to enterprising manhood and it called for brave women too. Physical misery, high prices, and fear were ‘no match’ for the ‘gold fever’ and all of the men of my father’s family before him had it, so in his blood he had it, and he too, hung in there after his heritage, he must follow.” File at: http://files.usgwarchives.net/wi/iowa/history/1975/jennylin/hiramtyr34gms.txt This file has been created by a form at http://www.genrecords.org/wifiles/ File size: 4.8 Kb