Surnames: MILLER WEAVER MCMILLAN SHATSWELL

----Source: HUMBIRD ENTERPRISE (Humbird, Clark County, Wis.) 08/13/1910

Miller, Catherine (15 Augl 1837 - 9 Augl 1910)

Last Sunday evening, while sitting on the porch at her home, Mrs. Ben Miller suffered a parlytic stroke. She fell from her chair and was carried into the house by her husband. Dr. Rick was summoned and later Dr. Krohn was called in consultation, but Mrs. Miller died late Tuesday afternoon without regaining consciousness. The funeral service was held Thursday afternoon at the home, Rev. B. C. Sills preaching the sermon. The interment was in the Houghtonburg Cemetery. Humbird, Clark County, Wis., Chapter No. 109, O. E. S., of which the deceased was a member, conducted the service at the cemetery.

Mrs. Miller, whose maiden name was Catherine Weaver, was born in Hannibal, N.Y., on Aug. 15, 1887, and came with her parents to Kenosha Co., Wis., when a young girl. Here she grew to young womanhood, and when about eighteen years of age moved to Monroe Co. She was united in marriage with Ben Miller on Oct. 1st, 1856, and they made their home in that county until some thirty years ago, when they moved onto a farm in Houghtonburg. Ten years ago last May the farm was disposed of and they moved to Humbird.

Mrs. Miller leaves to mourn her death, her husband; two daughters, Mrs. Ellen McMillan of La Crosse, and Mrs. Anna Shatswell of Buford, N.D.; four sons, George of Pullman, Wash., John of Minocqua, Jay of Fall Creek, Will of Stanley.

To attempt to eulogize the deceased is a difficult task. She was so well known to all the older residents, shared with them the hardships of the earlier days, and bore her tribulations with such fortitude and any words which we can pen are meaningless. She was a member who was held dear in the fraternity to which she belonged, and which with sorrow assembly around her grave on Thursday afternoon. Mrs. Miller was a mother who was loved in her home; she was a faithful wife and will be sadly missed by he who survives her. We speak of the parting of the chain with but a passing thought, but it is not until the links do fall away in death that we realize how much the words mean to us.