S: Our Family History
FC: What a Blessing is the Communion of Saints, the spiritual solidarity which binds together the faithful on earth, the souls in purgatory, and the saints in heaven in the organic unity of the same mystical body under Christ Its head. | For, every pious and holy action done by one belongs and is profitable to all, through charity which seeketh not her own. | Kevin, Robert, Susan, Michael, Beth, Sharon, Margaret, Kathleen | Helen & John Hayes
1: Helen, Charles, Jack & Mary Rose Charles & Beulah
2: Helen & Jack Buthod
3: Grandparents | Great Grandparents | Paul, Jack, Mary Rose, Helen | Parents
4: Butler | Brady | Jeoffroy | Buthod
7: Andre Joseph Buthod-Cuam was born in Savoy, France in 1781. He was a stone mason, but spent the last 15 years of his life in total blindness. John Baptiste Buthod, born in Savoy, France in 1848, as a young boy often led his grandfather around the village of Mont Valzan. | Pierre Buthod emigrated to the US in 1855 at 39 years old. Felicienne and three children (including John Baptiste) did not arrive until 1857 at 37 years old in the company of her brother Jean Francois Sage (Frank) and his son, Ferdinand. They landed in New Orleans. They and Pierre came up the Mississippi and settled in Osage County, MO, at Caddy Creek, now known as Loose Creek, which is about 100 miles west of St. Louis. After arriving in the US, two other children were born. Frank returned to France in 1858 and never returned to the US. Ferdinand lived for a time with Pierre. When he died, he left two daughters, Caroline and Mathilda. Caroline was reared by Victor (Brother of John Baptiste). Mathilda was reared by Rosalie (Spinster sister of John Baptiste). Both girls married Reinkemeyer boys. | One of the daughters of Andre Joseph Buthod-Cuam was a Sister of Charity and taught in a convent at Paris. | Pierre Buthod was a teacher and taught for 2 years (1840-41) at the age of 24-25) in the village, but due to an argument with the village priest, he resigned and having no other occupation, decided to emigrate to the U.S. He was a profound student, especially of mathematics and had excellent penmanship. | The Marriage Certificate between Andre Joseph Buthod-Cuam (32) and Marie Angelique Morard Blanc (25) dated 4/28/1813 was not signed by Genevieve Suzeni, Marie Angelique Morard Blanc and Andreanne Buthod Georgeat because they were illiterate. Andre and Marie were third cousins and had to obtain dispensation to marry. | Louise Bogard was pregnant with Mary Jeoffroy at the time they came to the US in 1855.
8: In the name of God, Amen. This is my last Will and Testament. I, Felicienne Sage, being of sound mind and memory dispose of my personal estate, in the following manner, to wit: First: To my children, John, Louise, Theresa and Victor, I give and bequeath to each one the sum of one dollar. Secondly: I will, bequeath and give to my child, Rosalie, all my household furniture, such as bed-stead, beds, tables, chairs, stoves, wardrobes, sewing machine, dishes, clothes, my share in cattle on the farm, also the money loaned on notes or otherwise belonging to me. Thirdly: I hereby appoint my child Rosalie executor of my last will and testament and ask the court not to demand any security of her for the faithful performance of this my last will. Loose Creek, Osage County, MO., December 4, 1890 | Felicienne lived 17 years after Pierre's death and signed her name as Felleseinne. Rosalie never married,
9: Louise (Sister of John Baptiste) b. 1852 d. 1932 married (in 1880) Wilhelm Henry Schaeffers b. 1831 d, 1910 and had 9 children. Wilhelm left Germany in 1850. He became AWOL soldier in the German militia and had to be smuggled out of the country by his mother, sister and brothers. It is said that he walked backward in the snow at night in order to fool the searchers. Then in order to get onto the steamship, he hid under clothing in a trunk and later under his mother's long skirt until they were far out to sea. His girl friend, Anna MArgaret Gertrude Simon b. 1836 d. 1877, whom he later married in 1857, was also on the ship. At sea they were often followed by whales and it took about nine weeks to get to America. Port of entry was New Orleans. They came up the Mississippi to St. Louis, then west of Loose Creek. William and Anna had several children die young, including one that died after drinking kerosene. They had 9 children in all. | Victor (Brother of John Baptiste) b. 1864 m. 1886 (22) d. 1945 in Loose Creek, MO. Married Marie Elizabeth Durrand b. 1867 m. 1886 (19) d. 1942. Marie was called "Lizzie" by most folks in Loose Creek. They had 10 children. The first was born at the family residence. The sixth child, Mary Estella, was raised by Louise Buthod. This must have been soon after Lizzie Buthod was committed to an insane asylum due to the death of one of her children. Mary kept the old trunk that supposedly was the one that Wm. Henry Schaeffers hid in when he came to the US. Mary married Paul Lajeuness, whose family was somehow part of the Lewis & Clark expedition. | Charles Paul Buthod, son of John Baptiste, b. 8/17/1885 in Linn, MO, d. 4/11/1982 in Tulsa, OK. Married Beulah Butler 6/4/1914. She was born 1/1/1886 in Goff, KS and died 3/10/1975 in Tulsa, OK. She was a happy lady. I (Lynn Buthod Reed) remember her walking around her house with her rosary. I "prayed" to her silently on her death bed that when she got to heaven she would find a way for George and me to be married. We were married on 6/12/1975. Charles married Mary Pierceall in 1977 at 92. She was born 2/11/1914 in Vinita, OK. Mary loved to travel. She took a long trip to Oregon and California and Grandpa (Charles) lamented how much he missed her. He must have loved her very much.
10: The John Baptiste Buthod Family | Children of John and Mary: Louise (1875) (Lulu married Joseph Frank Reinkemeyer in photo, daughter, Florence is first of 7 children), Elizabeth (1877-1889) not shown, Francis Peter (1880-1889) not shown, Louis Edward (1883), Charles Paul (1885), Maria Josephine AKA Mamie (1888), Victor John (1890), Florence Caroline (1893), William Emil (1896), Paul Joseph (1899 Not born yet) | Charles is 1st boy standing.
11: Notes from Victor Buthod (Brother of Charles Buthod): John Baptiste Buthod married Mary Jeoffroy and they settled at Loose Creek and later moved to a farm about three miles west of Linn, in Osage County, MO. About the year 1899, John Baptiste moved to OK. I well remember the trip. The family was transported from Linn to Bonnot's Mill in a covered hack. It was one of the coldest days in the history of MO and we had to stop 2 or 3 times at farmhouses along the 13 mile route to get warm. When we arrived at Bonnot's Mill, we stayed at the hotel over night and boarded the MO Pacific train the next day to Hennessey, OK. This was my first site of a railroad train as we had lived some 15 miles from a railroad on the old farm. August Jeffroy, my uncle, met us at Hennessey and took the family to his home in a covered wagon, about 1 and 1/2 miles from the farm that my father had purchased. Uncle August had only a two room house and I do not have the vaguest idea how our large family slept that night. We were soon established in our new home, which was a 4 room, unpainted frame house, which was above the average home for that time and locality. The farm was a level tract of 160 acres, with about 20 acres of black jack timber, the balance prairie land. My father immediately set out a large orchard and vineyard, and during all of his life on this farm, he devoted most of his time to raising fruits and vegetables, while the sons did the extensive farm work. About the year 1912 at age 64, my father moved to Bison, OK where he bought a house and about 5 acres of land. Continuing his interest in orchards, he planted a large number of trees and had a nice orchard as long as he lived (age 81). My mother died in 1928, my father died a year later. They are both resting in the little Catholic cemetery near Bison, OK. | Leo is the son of William Emil | When Paul Buthod was growing up, he knew his grandfather, but his grandmother was sickly and stayed in bed.
12: Clockwise: Charles Buthod & his 4 kids; Beulah holding Helen, Jack, Agnes Reinkenmeyer Lawhorn (Lulu's Daughter) & Paul. Agnes lived with Charles & Beulah while she was going to high school. When she married Curly, they rented a room with Charles & Beulah for a while. Clem & Lillian Reinkenmeyer (Lulu's | son); They lived before Butlers next door to Chas Buthod Family on E. 1st St.; Charles, Jenny, Beulah & Uncle Vic; Flo with daughters, Patsy & Helen;
13: I was born 10/24/1929, the youngest child of Victor (Brother of Charles Paul Buthod) and Louise Brightman Buthod. I do not remember too much of my early childhood. However, my impression is that I was a rather shy, quiet child. Dad and Mother were good, loving parents who fostered learning, imagination and spiritual values. By necessity they were very flexible people. We had to move many times as Dad's work changed. He strived very hard to provide adequately for the family. During my senior year in high school, I felt a nudge towards religious life. At first, I refused to recognize God's nudge. Nevertheless, the call to religious life persisted. On 2/2/1949, I entered the Congregation of the Sisters of Providence. Perpetual vows were made on 8/15/1956. These were big events for me, as well as for the family. Presently, I am beginning my seventh year as a missionary of the Edmondite Southern Missions in Selma, AL. Throughout the years, family has remained an essential part of my life. I try to visit the family about twice a year and I look forward to these gathering times. I have loved watching my nieces and nephews grow up, and now the arrival of great nieces and nephews bring additional joy. My years have been happy ones, filling me with a sense of gratitude for my family, my faith, my Congregation of the Sisters of Providence and so many other gifts given me freely throughout life. | Susanne Louise Buthod, S.P. | Middle: Charles, Paul & Jack; Right: Helen & Paul | Jack Buthod | Charles Buthod | Charles Buthod used to go hunting for dinner. His little sister, Mamie, went with him one day. The shotgun accidentally discharged and Mamie was hit in the hip bone. She was 9 years old. When she recovered, she walked with a limp. She died from an infection at 37. Grandpa had an older brother, Francis, and sister, Elizabeth, who died of typhoid fever in the same week when they were 9 and 12.
14: John Baptiste Buthod married Mary Jeoffroy. They settled at Loose Creek and later moved to a farm about three miles West of Linn, in Osage County, MO. Mary Jeoffroy was the daughter of Louise and Peter Jeoffroy, who were also emigrants from France, in the vicinity of Nancy. They first settled near East St. Louis, IL, where Peter became a coal miner. Later, they moved to a farm between Linn and Richfountain, in Osage County, MO. | Lulu Buthod, the eldest child, married Joseph Reinkemeyer. Joseph was a brother to Peter and John, who married Caroline and Matilda Sage. Joseph worked in Linn, MO, in the bank there and also as a clerk and book-keeper for Fink's general store in Linn. | Charles Paul Buthod, second son of John Baptiste and Mary Jeoffroy married Beulah Butler. They had been classmates at what was then Central State Normal at Edmond, OK. After graduating from this school, they lived at Norman, OK, and graduated from there at the University. After that, they took post graduate courses at Berkeley, CA, Denver, CO and Chicago, IL. | Arthur Paul Buthod, son of Charles & Beulah, married Mary Rudelle Dougherty and settled in Tulsa, OK. He is a graduate of the University of Tulsa; held fellowship under Socony-Vaccum, worked for Pure Oil Company in Chicago; then became a member of the faculty of TU, where he taught chemical and petroleum engineering for 38 years. | Mary Josephine Buthod, daughter of John Baptiste and Mary Jeoffroy, married Edward Stevens. She died about the year 1925 in El Reno, OK, where she rests in the Catholic cemetery there. They had two children. Mary Alice, who died about the year 1937, in her teens, and Vincent Stevens, who served for many years in the US Air Force. | Victor John, son of John Baptiste and Mary Jeoffroy, married Louise Brightman in Del Rio, TX, while serving with the 14th US Cavalry. They had 4 named children, one of which, Suzanne Louise Buthod, entered the convent of the Sisters of Providence at Terre Haute. She took the name Sister Mary Judith. | Louis Edward Buthod, eldest son of John Baptiste and Mary Jeoffroy, married Marion Conklin of Canton, IL in 1931. For many years he was a teacher in business college and in the business departments of various high schools. He lived in El Paso for at least 25 years. His wife, Marion, maintains a home in Canton, IL.
15: Holy Family Cathedral was competed in April 1914. Beulah & Charles were married June 4, 1914. They were the first couple married in the new Cathedral! | Florence Caroline Buthod, daughter of John Baptiste and Mary, married Frank Morrison April 10, 1929. Frank died October 10, 1935 and she has not remarried and lives in Enid, OK. They had two children. | Charles Buthod taught and was Principal at Celia Clinton (Harvard between Pine and Apache) in the Tulsa Public Schools for many years, until the Ku Klux Klan became very active in the community. As a result, all the Catholic teachers and administrator were dismissed from their positions in the Public Schools. The KKK even burned a cross across the street from St. Francis Church. Charles & his family lived on that block. Charles eventually became principal at Holy Family School. | William Emil, son of John Baptiste & Mary Jeoffroy, married Mary Semrad at Bison, OK. They lived on a farm for several years, then moved to Tulsa on a farm between Tulsa and Sand Springs. They had 4 children. Mary died and he remarried to Bonnie. He would deliver milk to the Paul Buthod Household. | Paul Joseph Buthod married Leota Hutchinson, and they live in Enid, OK. They have no children. Leota is manager of an insurance company, while Paul is a contractor. For a number of years he was in the salvage business.
16: The Charles Buthod Family | Above: Beulah Ellen, Charles Paul & Arthur Paul Left: Paul, Mary Rose, Jack & Helen | Grandpa Charles Buthod was the Grand Knight or head of the local Knights of Columbus, the world's largest Catholic family fraternal service organization.
17: Clockwise: Jack, Paul, Mary Rose, Charles, Helen, & Beulah; Charles Buthod & his class; Grandma Beulah, Paul, Mary Rose, Helen & Jack
18: Above: Grandma Beulah & Grandpa Charles; Below: Grandma Mary Buthod, Sister Mary Clare & Lynn: Baby Paul Buthod | The Charles Buthod Family lived on Waverly Drive. When Paul returned from Chicago, he lived there during graduate school until he got married. The house was torn down when they built a highway, probably I-244.
19: Grandma Beulah Buthod and Grandma Mary Buthod knew each other from St. Francis Church and were friends. I used to take Brian & Shannon to visit Mary when they were young. We had a wonderful time visiting, mostly about politics and religion. I remember that she would watch C-span with the volume turned up very loud because she was hard of hearing, but she would turn it off when I came to visit. Mary once told me a heartbreaking story of when the doctor used forceps to deliver her baby and killed him. Then they wouldn't let her hold him because they thought she would bond more if she held him. She still grieved after all those years over the death of her son. Mary was a member of the Legion of Mary and said the rosary continuously. She cherished and used the carved cane that Grandpa (Charles) had, but someone stole it in the nursing home. That made her very sad. | Above: Helen, Grandpa Charles, Mary Rose. Below: Grandpa, Paul, Mary Rose & Jack on the barn where they kept their cow. The cow got hydrophobia or rabies. Because the kids drank the milk, they each had to get rabies shots in the stomach.
20: Top: Grandpa, Kathleen H, Sharon H, Marilyn G, Michelle B, Barbara B, Eileen G, Diane B, Alice, Ruth, Ann G, John G, Ellen, Lynn, Mary. Row 2: Therese, Grandma, Martin G, Theo G, Craig B, Susan H, Pat, Ricky B, Janet G, Ralph G, Row 3: Margaret H, Robert H, Kevin H, Donnie B ~1958. Bottom left: Grandma, Mom, Grandpa & Dad. Bottom right: Grandma, Helen, Grandpa | An elderly TU professor once said that Helen was the best student he ever had in all his years of teaching!
21: Arthur Paul & Mary Rudelle Buthod 1. Mary Margaret b. 6/5/1944 - Tulsa 2. Ellen Ann (Sister Mary Clare, O.S.B.) b. 8/20/45 3. Ruth Helen Buthod b. 1/22/1948 4. Alice Elaine b. 7/19/1950 5. Patrick Joseph b. 3/7/1953 d. 4/16/1964 6. Lynn Theresa b. 2/2/1956 7. Paula Denise b. 1/3/1959 8. William Anthony b. 4/16/1965 Jack & Rosaleen Buthod 1. Mary Barbara b. 3/23/1949 - Tulsa 2. Diane Patrice b. 9/5/1950 3. Maureen Elizabeth b. 12/6/1951 4. Donald John b. 4/1/1953 5. Joseph Craig b. 6/13/1954 6. Richard Brady b. 8/12/1955 7. Ellin Therese b. 9/17/1956 8. Michele Holland b. 12/26/1957 9. Anne Marie b. 3/24/1959 10. Lee Butler b. 7/13/1961 11. Charles Tynan b. 6/30/1963 12. Timothy Eric b. 6/28/1965 | Mary Rose & Charles Grummer 1. John Charles b. 6/4/1947 - Tulsa 2. Ann Elizabeth b. 8/24/1948 - Albuquerque 3. Eileen Marie b. 8/11/1949 - Albuquerque 4. Marilyn Therese b. 2/2/1951 - Albuquerque 5. Theodore Joseph b. 10/1/1952 - Endicott, NY d. 7/21/1986 m. 6/21/1981 Downs Baby 6. Janet Rose b. 7/15/1954 - Albuquerque 7. Ralph Gerard 6/24/1955 - Roswell 8. Martin Francis b. 5/11/1957 - Roswell 9. Judith Carol b. 9/18/1962 - Roswell 10. Larry Michael b. 5/2/1964 - Albuquerque Helen & John Hayes 1. Kathleen Frances b. 12/3/1948 2. James Kevin b. 4/22/1950 3. Robert Alan b. 1/9/1952 4. Susan Elizabeth b. 3/6/1953 5. Margaret Patricia b. 6/13/1954 6. Sharon Maureen b. 3/16/1958 7. Michael Steven b. 2/18/1963 8. Elizabeth Anne b. 6/16/1965 | Helen & John Hayes, Paul, Jack, Rosaleen Buthod | Below: Jack & Paul Buthod
22: "The best gifts parents can give their children are roots and wings." - Chinese Proverb | Mary Rose and Helen Below: Jack Buthod
23: Grandma Mary and Paul Buthod | John & Helen Hayes, Paul & Sister Mary Clare, Shannon & Brian
24: "Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow." | John & Helen, Jack & Charles
25: Therese Buthod, Helen Hayes, Jack Buthod | Paul, Helen, Sister Mary Clare, John
26: Arthur Paul | Ellen (SMC), Mary, Ruth, Mom, Alice, Pat, Daddy. Pat was tragically killed by a car on 3rd St. when he was 11 and bicycling with friends on 8/31/1964, the first day of school. | Mary Rudelle | The Paul Buthod Family | Married at St. Patrick's Church in Sand Springs on 6/4/1943. Met at the Catholic Activities Group at the Knights of Columbus Hall in Nov. 1942. Grandma & Grandpa D & Grace came to the Wedding by train.
27: Buthod Family | Ruth, Alice, Daddy, Bill, Mary, Lynn, Paula, Sister Mary Clare, O.S.B. | Mom's Education Lived at Hinton, OK 1-8: 1 mile south of home near Hinton (Salutatorian of Senior Class at age 16) College: Southwestern State College Masters: OSU, Stillwater, OK Taught at age 19 Sugar Creek, S. of Hinton for 7 years Pond Creek for 1/2 year Sand Springs for 1 year Tulsa Public Schools for 1 year after marriage | Dad's Education Lived at 1235 Quaker K-1: Lincoln Elementary near 15th & Trenton 2: Sacred Heart now Christ the King Lived at Admiral & Memorial 3: Home School 4. Holy Family Lived at East 1st Street 5-8: St. Francis 9-12: Marquette High School College: Tulsa University for BS Lived on Waverly Drive College: Tulsa University for MS Taught at TU for 39 yeasrs | Daddy & SMC
28: "Bricks and mortar make a house, but the laughter of children makes a home" - Irish Proverb | Paul, Ellen & Mary Rudelle & Ellen
29: Paul & Rudelle Grandma & Sister Mary Clare, OSB
30: Back: Robert, Kathryn, Sharon, Dave, John, Mike, Beth, Hannah, Steve Middle: Seth, Jeff, John, Kathleen, Helen, Emily, Janet Front: Jessica, Kate, Colleen, Savannah, Mags, Margaret, Susan, Josh 4th of July Picnic 2001 | The John Hayes Family
31: From top: Seth, Jessica, Emily, Toby, Kevin, Jenny, Hannah, Laura, Josh, John, Brian
32: The Jack Buthod Family | Jack's 91st Birthday
34: Kitty Brady died in the early 1900's and Eugene P. White remarried her sister Alice, who was widowed from Eddie Tobin. After E.P. White died in 1919, John Brady lived with his daughter Alice until 1922, when they moved back to Quebec and lived with another daughter, Isabelle Renihan, where he died in 1927. | Barnie & Mary married in the Church of England in QC, near the Vermont border, on August 22, 1822 because there was no priest available. They were married by Catholic Missionaries on January 30, 1832. | Lineage
35: Bernard and Mary were from Ireland, most likely County Cavan. They were buried in the Ste Rose de Lima parish cemetery in Cowansville, QC, near Sweetsburg. | John Brady (1831-1927) 96 years old Ellen Fealey (1832-1904) 72 years old 1. Isabel (Belle) (1861-1935) 74 years old James Renihan (d. 1935) Lulu Ellen (1883-1906) 23 years old Mary Alice (Daisy) (1885-?) m. John Campbell Winnifred (1887-?) m. James Campbell Grace (1918) Died in childbirth Laurence (1899-1918) Died of appendicitis Grace 2. Nellie (1863-1935) 72 years old Daniel Butler (1849-1926) 77 years old Arthur - Born in CA Mabel d. 12/1963 Born in KS Beulah (1888-1975) Born in KS m Charles Buthod ('85-'82) Jennie (1890-5/1972) Died from Parkinsons Rose (Sister M. Evangelista) Died from TB 3. Alice (1865-1939) Edward Tobin Julia (Sister M. Theophane) Isabel (Sister Isabel) Carmelite Eugene P. White (1853-1919) Eva Mac Campbell (d. 1925) 4. John (1865-?) Geneva Montle (1864-1944) 5. Catherine (Kitty) (1866-1889) Eugene P. White (1853-1919) Bessie | Bernard (Barney) Brady (b. 1790 m. 1822 m. 1832 d. 1880) Mary McHenry (b. 1793 d. 1882) | 6. Willie (died in infancy) 7. Rose (1869-?) John (Jack) Barker 8. William (1872-1953) Annie Hines d 1918 in childbirth Arthur (1902-1947) David (1904-?) John (1906-?) William (1915-?) 9. Arthur (1872-1940) Bertha Brown 10. Jennie (died at about three years old) 11. Caroline Sarah (Carrie) (Sister Gertrude Clare) (18??-1919) Died after Appendicitis Operation. | Kathleen Barker (Sister Francoise Therese | Margaret Agnes (Sister Margaret) (1918-1962) died suddenly
36: March 19, 1883 Sweetsburg, Quebec | Dear Sister Nellie, What I have to tell you in this letter will be a great blow to you, Nell, I am sure, as it was to us all. Kittie (Nellie's sister) died last Friday afternoon. We had little hopes of her ever getting better, but had no thought of her going so soon. Mother and Alice and Aunt Mary were here alone with her when she died. The priest was here in the morning and anointed her, but he thought she would live a month longer, at least. We have one great comfort, Nellie, she was at home with us and we all did all we could for her, and I'm sure no one ever had a happier or easier death. She talked up to within three minutes of her death and told all she wanted done and said she was willing to die since it was the will of God to take her. She will be buried this afternoon in St. Johnsburg. She wanted to be buried there. They took her away yesterday morning on the nine o'clock train. I wish we were all as sure of heaven as we are sure that she is there today. Nell, you mustn't feel too bad, for she is far better off than she was before. Bessie is quite well except for a little cold. Poor baby, she little knows what a loss she has had, but I suppose it is all for the best. If you and Belle could only have been here. Well, dear sister, I will not try to write anymore this time, but some of us will write soon again, Kiss all the little ones for me. Rosa Brady (Nellie's Sister) PS: She died the 8th. That fever she had in the fall threw her into the consumption of the bowels. | 6 Bennet Street Lawrence, Mass. February 10, 1889 | September 6, 1911 Dear Aunt Nellie, Just a little note to say good-bye to you and all the family. I am going to enter the Convent the eighth of September, next Friday. Aunt Carrie (Nellie's youngest sister), now Sister Gertrude Clare, is waiting to receive me in the novitiate. With a great deal of love to Uncle Dan, all my cousins, and your own dear self, and with hopes of an occasional remembrance in your prayers, I am as ever, Your loving niece, Julie (Daughter of Nellie's sister, Alice Tobin, became Sister Theophane)
37: West Shefford, Quebec, March 31, 1918 Brother and Sister Dear: Your letter with its sad tidings reached us last evening and was a great shock to us all. Our heartfelt sympathy goes out to you and all your dear ones in this your first great sorrow. But why should we grieve for those that are called to their bright home above? What more can we ask for our loved ones? I am sure dear little Rose is today enjoying her happiest Easter. Well, dear, we all have our troubles. Three weeks tomorrow Winnie (Belle's daughter) sent for me and her little baby girl was born that night, but did not live at all. Winnie does not gain strength as we could wish her, is not able to sit up in bed, yet, more than ten or fifteen minutes at a time, and today does not feel like sitting up even for a few minutes. Still, we are hoping for the best. A letter from Alice (Nellie's sister) last Sunday reported Gene a little on the gain. I do hope he will soon be himself once more. Alice would indeed be very lonely if Gene is taken from her, as Isabel intends entering a convent next summer if her health permits. Well, dear, I will now say goodbye for a short time. Write when you can. Lovingly, Belle (Nellie's Sister) | Nellie Brady Butler
38: 39 Bleecker Street Newark, N.J. April 28, 1918 Dear Sister Nellie, Since Easter, I have been trying to arouse myself to write to you. Somehow, I have found it difficult to do so, perhaps because the thought of your present "sweet sorrow" had tugged so at my heart strings. Through Isabel (Nellie's sister), I learned of Sister Mary Evangelista's death. May the dear Lord give rest to her young soul. As someone wrote me at the time of Sister M. Theophane's death, "He loves the lambs of His flock." Always have thought of little Sister as being one of the chosen ones, one of His little ones. Happy child! Who would have her back again during these sad, sad times? Had I still her letters, I would gladly send them to you. Generally, however, after reading them I sent them on, either to Rose or Isabel. One of her early letters home, which you sent to me, I am sending back to you. You will treasure it, I am sure. At Christmas, Sister wrote me that she was "not as well as she should be." I suppose she never regained her health after the attack of the year before. When you can, please write me more about her, when you last saw her, and the like. She will be another little intercessor for us all in heaven. Dear me! The world is sad indeed. Some two or three thousand soldiers have just marched by on the way to the depot! Mothers' hearts must be breaking! And yet the sun shines brightly. The Lord's world is still a beautiful place, were it not so marred by human sin and passion. And now, dear sister, with no lack of loving sympathy for you all, and with a sincere hope of hearing sometime from you, I remain as ever, most lovingly, Sister Gertrude Clare (Caroline Sarah, Nellie's youngest sister)
39: Dear Auntie (Nellie) and all, Just a line to tell you that I am leaving tomorrow for a place I have desired for a long time. The Carmelite Convent, Wheeling. Are you surprised? Little Rosie (Sister Evangelista) knew and her prayers have helped me wonderfully. I am sending her last letter. Please pray for me and ask the girls to help. Yours lovingly, Isabel (Alice's daughter, Nellie's niece) | Melrose, Mass Sept 9, 1918 | Ellen Fealey Brady & Rose Brady (Barker) Rose was crippled from a hit and run car accident when she was in her 70's. My dad, Paul Buthod, remembers how upset her husband, Jack, was when it happened.
40: Lawrence, Massachusetts, October 24, 1918 Nellie Dear, Only a few moments while waiting for Bessie to come to her dinner. But if it was only good news I had to write, it would not matter. But it is hard times on Will (Nellie's Brother). Annie (Will's wife) had a baby girl born last Friday in the hospital where Annie had gone to get rested up from a bad cold she had been fighting for a month. She expected her baby about Thanksgiving. She was doing fine from the 12th in the hospital until Friday when her baby came. She had made a miscount. Blood poisoning set in and she died Sunday morning, October 20th. Will phoned me of the baby's arrival (the first I knew of their expectations.) He told me then that Annie was not very well. Then, as I was getting ready for Mass Sunday, I received a special delivery letter, saying there was no hope for Annie. In about half-an-hour after, I received a phone message of her death. Her sister Margaret and I went right to Rockland, and stayed until after the funeral Tuesday. Poor Will, how I pity him and his little family. Annie had a very intimate friend there. She asked Will if he would let her keep the baby for a time, so the child will be well cared for, anyway. They will call her Margaret Agnes. I did not see the baby, as she had not been brought home. Arthur and John (Will's sons) were sick, but it was mostly heartsick ailed the poor lads. Will phoned me Wednesday to see how Gene (Alice's husband) got along while I was away and he said the boys were all better then. Arthur is 16, David, 14, John, 12, and little Billie will be four in April. It will be hard for Will to find a woman willing to come in and take charge over such a crowd of boys. But they are good lads. Gene got along fine while I was away. I have come to the conclusion I just cater to him more than is needed. Arthur (Nellie's brother) and Bertha, Jack, Rose (Nellie's sister) and Kathleen all went down. We all left on the same train Tuesday P.M., and how I hated to leave the poor boy alone with all his cares. He has a woman that comes in every day to help out, but no one to stay. I hope Arthur and Charles will be spared from the War. Did you ever hear tell of so much sickness, trouble and sorrow as there is in the world today? God moves in a mysterious way, surely. Write when you can. Your letters are always so welcome. Kiss Arthur Paul, back of his ear, for his old Auntie. Love and best wishes to one and all from all of us. Lovingly, Sister Alice
41: Dear Brother, Sister (Nellie) and Family, Our dear Laurence (Belle's Son) passed away Sunday afternoon. Do not grieve for us. We have the prayers of all the dear ones who have gone before to help us bear this trial. Also, we know he was well prepared to go. The good life he has lead is a great consolation to us. I can say thanks to the dear Lord for giving us such a son for 19 years and now he has called him home. He had had 2 attacks of appendicitis and last Thursday, he went to Sweetsburg for an operation. It was a success, but his heart was bad and he lived only two days. Mary (his sister) went with him, stayed until Saturday. Sunday morning, whilst at Mass, we got word to go to Sweetsburg. We all went and I was with him to the last. He had as easy a death as you ever saw. Simply the heart was too weak. We had hardly got settled on our little twenty acre farm, having changed our village home for this to be nearer the girls and get away from the village. Laurence had been at home since the first of November, resting up, and, as we supposed, gaining strength for the operation, but it was not to be. The dear Lord called him early from this world of trials and temptation. Pray that we will be as well prepared to go. Belle (Nellie's sister) | Waterloo, Quebec December 18, 1918 | Lawrence, Massachusetts, January 9, 1919 Gene died at 10:30 this morning. He died very peacefully. Alice (Nellie's sister) is very brave. I fear for her when it is all over. Arthur (Nellie's brother), Bessie and Sarah are with her to help, and the nurse with Alice is very fond of her... I am sure God will look out for her, for she has been so faithful to Gene and such a good sister to us all. They think the funeral will be Saturday morning. The arrangements had not been made when I was there. Sister Alice
42: Dear Aunt Nellie, Sister Gertrude Clare (Nellie's youngest sister, Caroline Sarah) died this evening about 8:15. She was so resigned and anxious to go. In the morning, we had hopes, but she grew weaker and weaker. I think she would have been very much disappointed had she recovered. Everything possible was done for her. The funeral will be Monday morning at 10 o'clock from St. Patrick's, Newark, NJ. Pray for her. Bessie (Kitty's daughter) | Newark, NJ Nov. 20, 1919 | Dear Aunt Nellie, Isabel (Belle, Nellie's older sister) died Monday night at eleven thirty. Funeral Thursday morning at nine o'clock from Convent. Aunt Alice saw her Monday afternoon. Bess (Catherine's (Kitty's) daughter) | Melrose Highlands, Mass May 20, 1924 | Jack Barker & Daniel Butler (Brothers-in-law)
43: Dear Aunt Nellie, This is just to tell you that I am going to enter the Convent, November 1st. I am going to enter where Aunt Carrie (Sister Gertrude) was. Mother (Rose Brady) is perfectly willing I should go. It is not a sudden decision on my part because I have thought about it off and on for years. Aunt Carrie and Isabel always thought I had a vocation, but it seemed as if I could not make the step until now. Isn't Grandpa (John Brady) wonderful? I do wish I could see him also before I go. Love to all the Butlers from all the Barkers and Higgins. Lovingly, Kathleen (Barker) | Melrose, Mass. September 6, 1925 | Assumed to be Great Grandma Nellie's Parents, Ellen Fealey & John Brady
44: West Shefford, Quebec August 25, 1927 Dear Sister (Nellie), Father (John Brady) died at 1:00 PM today. The end came very peacefully. He had not been conscious, I believe, for almost two days. In fact, I do not think he has realized much of anything since we arrived on Monday evening. Funeral Saturday morning. How thankful we all are that your visit to him was not postponed. Jack (Barker, Rose's Husband) | West Shefford, Quebec, September 1, 1927 Dear Sister (Nellie) and all your dear ones, Knowing that you will be anxious to hear the particulars of dear Father's last few days, I will write and describe them as well as possible. The Wednesday after you left, he seemed weaker than usual and did not take much nourishment. His bowels were giving some trouble. Thursday he was taken with a bad dysentery and there was bladder trouble besides. He complained very little, but we could see that he was nearing the end. We called the priest, also the doctor, but neither gave any hopes from the first. Jack, Rose (daughter), Arthur (son) and Bessie came Monday. Dad knew them and was so pleased to have Arthur and Rose near him. Arthur only left him to get a few hours sleep one night after he came, or to come over and have his meals here. Father suffered greatly for two days and two nights, but at last passed away like a little child dropping to sleep. None of us can grieve for Father, he was so anxious and willing to go, and we feel that no one could be better prepared to go. Love to all from James and Belle Renihan | Melrose, Mass April 12, 1935 To Mrs. Daniel Butler, Telegram from Jim Campbell just received notifying of the death of James Renihan (Widower of Belle, Nellie's sister) this morning. Funeral Monday at 9 AM. J.T, (Jack) Barker
45: There are no letters concerning the death of Nellie Brady Butler, but it occurred when Arthur Paul Buthod was about 19, sometime in 1936. Helen Buthod, age 10 at the time, remembers her quite well, though she never knew her Grandfather Butler. Helen writes: "She was a sweet, quiet woman and I remember her smiling a lot. I knew my aunts (Jennie & Mabel) and uncle (Arthur) much better and have very happy memories of spending time with them, big family dinners and sleepovers, alone or with my sister Mary Rose. There was a certain scent which I associate with the Butler house. I think it was Cashmere Bouquet soap, which they always used. Since we were the only grandchildren, we were terribly spoiled and their love and concern for us are among the happiest memories of my childhood." | Waterloo, Quebec, April 4, 1939 Dear Mabel (daughter of Daniel and Nellie Butler), Has Uncle Jack wired you the news from West Shefford about Aunt Alice? She passed peacefully away last Friday morning about 11:30 after a brief illness. Her funeral Mass was yesterday morning in West Shefford at 8 o'clock; the remains were taken to Lawrence on the 9:30 train.... Although Auntie had been an invalid so long, still her death came as a shock, as we had not heard of her illness. It is a great consolation to know that she was well prepared, as Father Paulhus came often to see her; she received the last Sacraments, even though her illness was so brief. Hoping you are all enjoying the best of health, dear cousin, I remain, Lovingly, Winnie C. (Daughter of Isabel (Belle) and James Renihan)
46: Lineage | The Irish name Butler is of Norman origin being derived from the le Buitleir family who arrived into Ireland in the twelfth century. They established themselves initially in Counties Kilkenny and Tipperary but have since become widespread throughout the country, except in the Province of Ulster.
47: Daniel Butler with Grandsons, Paul and Jack Buthod | Daniel & Nellie Butler
48: House to the left is where Uncle Arthur and Aunts Mabel and Jennie lived. House to the right is where the Paul Buthod family lived after buying it from Grandpa Charles & Grandma Beulah who moved their family to the house on E. 2nd St. | Below: Arthur, Beulah, Rose, Mabel & Jenny Below: Mabel & Beulah. | Charles & Beulah Buthod
49: 1. Susannah (1837-1923) Patrick Corcoran (?-1891) Arthur m. Agnes (Aggie) Savage Curtis, Jimmie, Clare, Lawrence (died in a graveyard) Johnnie Jennie Ed Sarah Thomas Annie Nora 2. Patrick (1839-1887) 3. James (1839-1923) Eliza Curley (1842-1925) Frank (1872-1936) James (1877-1912) Jennie (1875-1915) Alice (1873-1898) Sarah (Sadie) (1875-1926) (died after being thrown from a buggy) Edwin Patrick (1881-1883) Patrick Robert (died in infancy) 4. Elizabeth (Nellie) (1841-1918) James McLaughlin William James Sarah Clara m. Orin Lavery Margaret Nellie | Patrick Butler, b. 3/17/1802 in King's County, Ireland, d. 3/13/1883 Sarah McNeill, b. 6/19/1810 in Queens County, Quebec, d. 2/15/1899 | 5. Mary (1843-1916) Frank Sheridan John Patrick Maggie Lizzie Sarah Lillian Gertrude 6. John (1845-1921) Fell & broke both wrists Ellen (Nellie) O'Connor (1869-1932) Emmett Gertrude Mary Helen 7. Sarah (1847-1919) Charles O'Rourke 8. Daniel (7/31/1849-10/17/1926) Nellie Brady (6/14/1864-10/22/1935) Arthur Mabel Beulah m. Charles Buthod Jennie Rose (Sister M. Evangelista) 9. Jennie (1852-1887) John Murphy Cora (Mother St. George b. 12/21/1879) George (b. 1881) Beatrice (Sr. Mary Agnes b. 9/24/1883) Byron Edward (1885) Jessica Cecelia b. 4/18/1887 d. 5/5/1887 Jennie Ann b. 4/18/1887 d. 5/5/1887 | Jennie's twins lived only 3 weeks. | When relatives visited in the 1920's, they would camp out along the way because there were no hotels.
50: My Dear Brother and Sister (Daniel and Nellie), I thought it my duty to try and write a few lines, as they might be some consolation to the only one of the family who was so situated as to make it impossible to be present at the last sad rites to a dear Father. He had been as well as usual and, in fact, rather better for the last two weeks... He spoke to Mother just before she left the room to call us, but it was the last time, although I think he knew us all for 20 minutes after we came down... We had been having a fearful storm, the worst we have had all winder. The roads were drifted most fearfully, but, notwithstanding the bad weather and poor roads, it was the largest funeral procession that was ever in those parts. Our priest did all that lay in his power to give Father all the honor that he possibly could. He had the church heavily draped from one end to the other and left it so until after Mass yesterday and took Father's death as the subject of his sermon. There were 10 priests at the funeral...Mother has not been well, but went to the funeral. She has been in bed most of the time since, until this afternoon. She has been sitting up and appears to feel better. Aunt Ellen is here and we intend to try to keep her as long as we can, as she can do so much more with Mother than the rest of us, but I feer we cannot keep her long as her husband is not well and she frets about him a great deal. Write soon to your loving sister, Sarah Butler (Daniel's sister) P.S. I have pressed the flowers that were on the coffin, and when dry enough will send you a few. I will send them with paper and we have had the cross and wreathe photographed. John will send you one. | March 19, 1883 Sweetsburg, Quebec | Holy Card that was distributed on the death of Sarah McNeill Butler | Beulah & Her Class. She taught before she was married until Paul was born.
51: Dear Brother and Sister (Daniel and Nellie), You can barely imagine how surprised I was when we received your letter, as we thought you had forgotten your had a sister Jennie, as we had never received an answer to our letter of last May. But now, dear Brother and Sister, accept our best wishes for your son (Uncle Arthur Butler). May he live to be a comfort to you both. I was quite surprised when I heard the news, as you said you did not acquaint your friends of the good news, but it appears some of our friends got a hint of it as Mother says she did not wish to discourage John (Daniel's Brother) and Nell, so she thought she would not say anything about it until the good news arrived. Our temperance retreat and forty days was top have begum today and last until next Thursday, but the Jesuit Father who was to preach the retreat was taken sick last week, so it has been postponed. You can see we will all be very pious after attending church twice a day for a whole week. P. Corcoran and Susannah (Sister of Patrick Butler) were here last Tuesday night. Johnnie took them and their sleigh in his wagon as far as Father's on Wednesday, then they left their sleigh at Father's and went home with a wagon. It is very pleasant here today. There has quite a few tapped their sugar woods. They say the sap ran quite well yesterday and today...We join in sending our love to you both, From your sister, Jennie Murphy (Daniel's Sister) | Mother Home, Our Lady of Providence, San Antonio, TX December 17, 1913 My very dear parents, Merry Christmas, Papa, Mama, Arthur, Mabel, Beulah and Jennie. Merry, Merry Christmas! I can imagine to myself Arthur poring over a list of books, wondering which would be good, Mabel stealthily stitching a dainty little something, Papa hiding an alarm clock in the desk (which suddenly goes off in the stilly depth of the night), Mama making a pretty pink dress for a brand new doll that goes to sleep, Beulah and Jennie filling little pink stockings with goodies and Best Wishes for their numberless little ones. Deary me, what odd reminiscences. We have been having a very joyful week. On the Immaculate Conception, twelve Postulates received the Holy Habit and joined us. The following day, nine of our companions pronounced their vows and received the Black Veil... We had a beautiful service last Sunday evening at the close of the retreat. It was in honor of the Blessed Mother and included an act of consecration to her. Rev. Father Shaw, a Redemptorist from Kansas City, who gave the retreat, has such a great devotion to Mary. Although we were not in retreat, Rev. Mother allowed us to attend the sermons, which were grand. I am sure Jennie would have enjoyed them immensely. Yours in the Sacred Heart, Sister M. Evangelista (Beulah's youngest sister, Rose) | East Dunham, Quebec February 6, 1902
52: My Dear Brother and Sister (Daniel and Nellie), It has been so long since I have written a letter, I scarcely know how... Christmas had quite a vacancy to all this year, Emmett's first Christmas away...He sailed from Halifax a couple of days before that terrible disaster. Thank God they were not in the harbor at the time. Am anxiously awaiting news from him. Of course it takes mail some time to come, especially now. We are having terrible cold weather, 38 and 40 below. What do you think of that? I guess if Arthur was here now he would find how cold Old Canada could be. We all enjoyed his visit so much. The only trouble, it was too short. I was glad Emmett had not gone before he came as I was glad to have them meet. Pat (Married to Daniel's sister Susannah) broke his arm a couple of months ago and was laid up for some time, but is all right now. He came home one night with a load of feed and somehow he slipped and fell and the wheel ran over his elbow. How is Rose? Did she fully recover from her illness? I sincerely hope so, and how is the little grandchild? I have forgotten his name (Paul Buthod). It is nice they are near you. What is Dan doing this winter? You do not have the cold weather we have. You will soon be getting Spring. I wish I was somewhere where it was Spring! I will close, withing all of you a very Happy New Year. Love from all, Sister Nellie (Daniel's Sister, Nellie Butler O'Connor) | Cowansville, Quebec December 31, 1917 | Hillside, Quebec, February 11, 1918 Dear Uncle and Aunt (Daniel and Nellie), It is my sad duty to write you about the death of my dear Mother (Elizabeth McLaughlin, Daniel's Sister). Father said she appeared well as usual that evening and was knitting part of the time until bed-time, when she got herself a light lunch before going to bed. You know she was always an early riser and would still get up and build a fire when it was needless. She got up that morning and built a fire before day-light, then went back to bet until the house would get warm. When it was getting near day-light, she got up, took her clothes and went to the kitchen to dress. Father did not hear a sound after that, but when he came out after day-light he found her lying by the stove dead. It is a great blessing that she did not fall on the stove. She was partly dressed and must have dropped without any warning, as she could have gone to the door where Father was in a minute if she had felt it coming on. The funeral was Saturday. Orin went with Father to let the relatives know and they forgot about sending you a telegram. I was sorry, as we would have liked you to know, even though you could not come. You may imagine it was a terrible shock for us all. They said Mother was very much pleased to receive your letter and was intending to answer it very soon. Will close, trusting all are well. Your loving niece, Sarah McLaughlin
53: My Dear Sister Nellie, I fear you will long ago have become discouraged with me as a correspondent. I enjoyed Arthur's visit so much, but it was all too short. He should have taken another month. I thought he needed the rest. And then he took that miserable cold, which left him with that mean cough. He wrote me that it was quite gone on his arrival home, of which I was very glad. Trust he will not have a recurrence of it. I thought by the short time he was with me that he was not very strong. His work I fear is too confining for his constitution. Have a care, Nellie, of him. He is too good a young man to have his health neglected. I was quite in love with him and trust he may see his way to visit his Eastern relatives again before long.... This terrible war! When will it ever end? It looks more and more discouraging every day. I have had to discontinue my sewing, but spend every spare moment knitting and those things are very much needed. My eyes are not over strong, therefore am not able to sew very much. Emmett's battalion is in Scotland... Germany seems to be getting its own way in most things and the terrible slaughtering there is too gruesome to think of... My love to each and every one of your happy household, also to Beulah and Sister Mary Evangelista. Every your loving sister, Sarah O'Rourke (Daniel's Sister) | Rock Island, Que March 10, 1918 | Arthur & Mabel Butler
54: Below: Beulah holding Helen, her mother Nellie, Unknown woman hugging Arthur Paul, Charles, Leo Reinkemeyer (son of Lulu), his wife Agnes and children, Robert and Betty (who died at 12 from a brain tumor). Unknown man, Uncle Arthur Butler. Great Grandpa Daniel Butler holding Mary Rose, Uncle Jack Buthod. | I (Lynn) think Uncle Arthur has lovingly watched over me all of my life. We used to sit and visit on his front porch and count the colors of the cars that drove by. Arthur lost an eye when he watched an eclipse without eye protection. He worked with his sister, Mabel, and father, Daniel, at a print shop on Main Street. Arthur fell out of a tree and broke his back when he was young, which eventually gave him a hunchback. He attended 6 AM Mass every day at St. Francis Xavier Church. He died the week after he sold his print shop. I miss him. | Left: Beulah & Jenny. | Uncle Jack Buthod lost an eye while he was playing tennis with glasses on. This happened when his brother, Paul, was working in Chicago
55: Rock Island, Quebec, April 2, 1918 My dear brother (Daniel), sister (Nellie) and family, I was so grieved to receive your letter announcing the death of "dear little Rosa". I had heard through Mother writing Edith G. that you had made a trip to see her and also that you had found her much worse than you expected. I still had hopes that God might spare her and perhaps restore her to at least comparatively good health. Therefore, during last week, when we were in the chapel so much, as we naturally would be in Holy Week, my constant prayer was that it might be the most divine Will to spare her, but , if no, that He might give you each and everyone grace and strength to submit resignedly to His most holy will. I so often think how true it is and, especially so in this case, "that God's ways are not our ways," she so young and enjoying her work so much, and, as she said, in a letter written me, just a week after her profession, such a happy and beautiful home. You surely have that great consolation, that she was perfectly happy in her chosen life, as she said in her letter that she had become the "Bride of Heaven" and now she has truly gone to her chosen spouse to enjoy eternal bliss in company with so many other virginal brides, an intercessor for all her dear ones, whose hearts have been so sadly crushed. Believe me that my poor feeble prayers will daily be offered for you all, that with God's grace you will have strength in this dark hour of your sad bereavement. Ever yours, with deepest sympathy, Sarah O'Rourke (Daniel's Sister) Note: Cause of Death was T.B. | Sweetsburg, Quebec April 10, 1918 | My dear brother and family, We received your card telling us of the death of dear Sister Evangelista. We all join in sending you our deepest sympathy in your sad bereavement. We all share your grief and fully realize what death means, that a loved one has been called to the happy home in heaven, where there is no more sickness and no more sorrow. What a comfort to think a Christian finds peace beyond the grave, and , dear brother and sister, the psalmists say God chastiseth his own. We must bear our cross and say God's will be done. We are about as usual. We have not been in a sleigh this winter, not even to church. The priest came to the house to give us our Easter communion. So you see we are nearly to the bottom of the hill. It is natural, you know, to grow old. The war is fierce just now - such a slaughter of men! It is terrible, and no hope of the end of the war being near. They are having riots in Quebec City, rebelling against conscription... We have been busy making sugar. Have had two good runs. I will close now, with fondest love to all, Your loving sister, Elizabeth Butler
57: Rock Island, Quebec, September 22, 1918 Dear Sister Nellie, Pardon me for leaving your last very welcome letter so long unanswered, but really our summers are so short that our time seems to be fully occupied with outdoor duties. I have had quite a good-sized garden and did all the work myself with the exception of preparing the ground in the spring, so that, with my household, Red Cross and church work, I feel that my time is pretty well occupied. No time, I can assure you, to get either lonesome or into any mischief... I presume you have heard from some sf them (relatives) and know that brother John had the misfortune to fall and break both his wrists, but has had all splints and bandages off for some time and is getting along as well as can be expected. Annie (Nellie's sister-in-law) went to Waterloo and while there Arthur's (Nellie's brother) youngest boy, Lawrence, met with a terrible, tragic death. He was playing in the cemetery, which is right in the village, with a little church. One of the headstones fell and crushed dear little Lawrence to death. Aggie and Arthur are just heartbroken and is it any wonder? When the alarm was given, someone who did not know whose child it was, telephoned to Arthur to come at once, that a child was hurt in the cemetery. He got there to find it was his own dear little boy. Well, this terrible war looks a little brighter "over there", but still there is some awful slaughtering yet. The Canadians are having many casualties. Write me when you can. Your letters are always very welcome. Love to everyone, with a good share for yourself, Sarah O'Rourke | Rock Island, Quebec January 8, 1919 Dear Uncle and Aunt, I am sorry to be the bearer of sad news to you, but tonight we are greatly worried for fear Aunt Sarah (Daniel's sister) will not be with us many days. She contracted a bad cold and has been ill about ten days. Monday pneumonia developed and this morning the disease took a very serious phase and the doctor tells us he can hold out no hopes, except the old one "where there's life." She feels that she is going to die and is perfectly reconciled. Yesterday the priest administered Extreme Unction, as she wished him to, not that we felt there was any danger, except from the nature of the disease. She was able to follow him, give the responses and it comforted her. We phoned Uncle John this morning, hoping they could come this noon, but Aunt Nellie is not at all well and Uncle John has such a cold we could scarcely understand him. Mother (Susannah) drove over today and Aunt Sarah was glad to see her. It was easier for Mother than worrying at home. She is very well now and we are trying to keep her so. We cannot visualize life without Aunt Sarah, for she has been in each day and often twice since Mother's illness. Mother has missed her so. It will be easy for her to part with us, for she knows she is going to a world without troubles, but those who remain will not find it easy to part with her. Will write you further in a day or two, Affectionately, Your niece, Annie
58: Rock Island, Quebec, December 29, 1918 Dear Sister Nellie, I had thought I would have written you before Christmas, but somehow did not get around to do so. Thanks very much for the pretty and dainty handkerchief you sent me. I received it this morning, as well as the photo which Beulah was kind and thoughtful enough to send me. That baby Paul must be quite a big boy now by the looks of the photo. Yes, our town had a siege of the influenza, a number of fatal cases... The young man who rooms here had it. He was very sick, but escaped having pneumonia. His mother came the fourth day, which helped me out greatly, but I was pretty well played out when he got able to go home for a few days after two weeks sickness. The following week Susannah (Daniel's older sister) was taken sick. You know, she is with Annie and Nora this winter. ...About the middle of November, she had a very bad attack of indigestion. The doctor had no hopes she could ever recover from it, but did and began to feel quite herself again, when she had a very serious attack of her heart, which weakened her more than the other did. None of us ever thought she could live through the night, neither did the doctor, nurse or priest. However, gradually she has been gaining... Had snow enough for good sleighing for about 10 days... but 2 days before Christmas we had a big rain that soon put us back in the mud... It took me a long time to fully realize that the war was really over. Does it not seem good that there will be no more of those terrible casualties for us to read daily... Emmett has not come home yet. He may come almost any day... Trusting you may all continue in good health, and the coming year may be a happy and prosperous one is the sincere wish of your loving sister, Sarah O'Rourke (Daniel's Sister)
59: Rock Island, Quebec January 12, 1919 Dear Uncle (Daniel) and Aunt (Nellie), I am very sorry to have to tell you that we have lost our dear Aunt Sarah. She passed away at 9:55 on Wednesday evening [from pneumonia]. As yet we cannot realize that we shall not see her cheerful presence again in this world, for the going was so sudden and she was so very recently in such apparent good health and cheerful spirits that we momentarily look for the opening of the door and her cheerful greeting. I grow heartsick when I think of the days to come when we, and particularly Mother, will watch in vain for her tripping in. ...A few minutes before she died, Father Rheaume came in the room and said to her: "You know, I told you this morning, Mrs. O'Rourke, that I would come in tonight and say the rosary again, and I have come." "Thank you," she whispered. "You are not to make the responses," he said, "except in your heart." She nodded to let us know she understood. We had partly finished when we noticed a change in her face and she settled further down in her pillow... Father Rheaume said: "Let us remain kneeling in respect for the judgment that is going on." You see how hard it is to realize that she is gone. Her going was so natural and orderly, like her well-ordered life. It was exactly as she must always have prayed that it might be. Father Rheaume said: "When my time comes, I pray that God may grant me the favor of a death like hers." Greatly to our surprise and disappointment, we have not as yet found that Aunt Sarah left a will... She was much interested in the new parish at Rock Island and it seems to me would have wished to remember it in a quite substantial way. I felt that she would have wished what was left after the funeral expenses, etc. to be expended on Masses, care of the cemetery lot and a donation towards the church that will soon be started. With much love from Mother (Susannah), Nora (Susannah's daughter) and myself, Your niece, Annie (Susannah's daughter)
60: Cowansville, Quebec, January 12, 1920 My dear sister (Nellie), I received your most welcome letter and was pleased to hear from you, but sorry to hear of your loss by fire. A fire can certainly do much damage, it is a great set-back to a person... I was so sorry to hear of your sister's death (Sister Gertrude). Your father sent us a paper with her death notice... Your father would not have taken it nearly as hard as if she had been living with him. He always seemed to feel that they were entirely separated. He could not make up is mind to visit her in the convent. Your family certainly have had bad luck with appendicitis cases... Emmett, thank God, returned home safe and sound I tell you it was some rejoicing the night he landed. We did not know he was coming until he walked in... It is nice for you to have Mabel home with you and you must enjoy Beulah's family. The baby (Jack) must be some load to weigh so much at four months. It shows he is healthy... Well, dear sister, I must draw this to a close... If thinking and speaking about you would write letters, you would often get them... I am always your fond sister, Nellie (Ellen Corcoran, John Butler's wife) | Sacred Heart Convent, 495 Sandford Avenue, Newark 07106, NJ January 1, 1965 Aunt Nellie, I think, had a very interesting life. She was married in Kansas to Dan (Butler). (He was a Canadian.) From there they went to California where Arthur was born. She decided that California was too far from her mother and father. They then went back to Kansas where the other four girls were born. From Kansas to Maryland, Massachusetts, back to Kansas, from Kansas they settled in McCloud (McLoud), Oklahoma, then to Tulsa. Uncle Dan had property in Texas and wanted to move there, but Aunt Jennie (Butler) has Parkinson's Disease now and is confined to bed. She retired from teaching around the same time you did. Mabel (Butler) died very suddenly in July 1963. Well, I shall close now and shall try and write again. Love, Kathleen (Sister Francoise Theresa)
61: Cowansville, Quebec, January 21, 1923 Dear Uncle (Daniel) and Auntie (Nellie), We were very pleased to receive your very welcome letter. Many thanks for the snap shot. I cannot remember Arthur (Butler), as I was away when he was out this way on his visit, but I think he looks like Emmett (O'Connor). It does not seem possible that Beulah has two such big boys (Paul & Jack). They certainly are two bright-looking lads. I was very pleased to receive the picture. They were so fortunate to escape so easy with the scarlet fever, as I always thought it a very treacherous disease, so apt to leave after results... We were at Aunt Nellie's (John & Ellen O'Connor, Daniel's brother) for dinner the last time we were in Montreal, about the last of November. We had to make three trips last fall, to see a specialist about Orin's (Clara's husband) head and eyes. Perhaps you did not hear that he got hurt last September. He and his brother were down in the woods, about a mile or more from here, cutting a bee tree. A limb from another tree about 10 inches through, came down and hit Orin on the top of his head and shoulder... He lay at death's door for a week or more... I am sure you must have found it quite a task to move, and it really does take a long time to get really settled, but it is nice that you like it, and it certainly is convenient to be near the car line. With love to all, Your niece, Clara (Nellie & James McLaughlin's daughter) | Dear Uncle (Daniel) and Aunt (Nellie), I do not know if you have heard that Mother (Susannah Butler Corcoran, Daniel's sister) has been called to her Eternal Home! She left us Sunday morning at 5:30. We should have wired you, but there seemed so many things to attend to, and we were greatly bothered getting notices to Tom (Susannah's son) and Jack (Uncle John?) on account of Sunday hours in the telegraph offices. We just got Mother home from the hospital Tuesday and had everything planned as to how we would care for her in her helpless condition, whith as much comfort to her as possible, little dreaming that we were to have her such a short time. We know she is better off, but, if she could only have remained a few weeks longer, it wouldn't have been so hard... Much love to you all, Your niece, Annie (Susannah's daughter) | Rock Island, Quebec, March 16, 1923
62: Cowansville, Quebec, January 4, 1932 Dear Auntie (Nellie) and all, I received your most welcome letter. We surely were surprised when we got the message of Aunt Nellie's (Ellen Butler, John's wife) death. It was so sudden. Doubtless you have heard all about it ere this. Helen (Nellie's daughter) was ill in bed with grippe ten days, then Mary (Nellie's daughter) came down with it, and was in bed four days, and of course, Auntie waited on both girls. Mary noticed Friday morning that Auntie did not feel good, so she got out of bed and made Auntie go to bed. They had a nurse for her that night and Saturday morning the doctor pronounced it pneumonia and Auntie said she would go to the hospital and she died around 9 o'clock. Auntie died as she had always lived, a good woman. She had the last rites of the church and there were so many priests came in and had prayers for her. They had a beautiful service for her... Gertie (Mary Sheridan's daughter) and I saw to all the meals and night lunches... I feel certain Aunt Nellie must have gone straight to heaven. I always liked Auntie, and yet I think there is one equally as good. We always liked our Aunt Nellie out west. Mother used to praise you so. You are the only Aunt we have left now... Clara (daughter of Nellie & James McLaughlin) | My dear Auntie (Nellie), Sweetsburg, Quebec, April 16, 1925 ... Mother (Eliza Brady) has been quite well all winter, up every day and quite strong, but about a month ago, she seemed to lose the use of her limbs. Not wholly, that is, she can move them about, but cannot walk... She has always been so active. She does not seem to suffer much... Of course, Aunt Nellie, you would find Mother much changed. She is very quiet, does not talk very much, although she always seems pleased to see visitors. Isn't it sad to see those we love, who have been so capable, fail so much? I have always thought it was so nice for us that Father (James Brady) passed away so peacefully and gently. His death was like his life. I have often thought, could he have known that his beloved pastor would be with him when he crossed the Great Divide, how happy he would have been. You know, Aunt Nellie, much as we have missed Father, I would never wish him back, for he had gotten where there was no pleasure in life for him, and I have always felt there was no doubt about his eternal happiness, for if every there was a saint on earth, Father was. I suppose Uncle Dan and Arthur are busy at their office. Isn't it nice for them working together? The girls are busy also, I suppose. Beulah's children must be great pals with all of you, like Gertie's, in a fair way to be spoiled. We were so pleased with Arthur's photo. He has not changed. I wish he and the girls could come and visit us. My love to Uncle Dan and the girls and Arthur and lots to your dear self. Sadie (Sarah, daughter of James & Eliza Butler)
63: From the Cowansville Newspaper, Oct. 11, 1926: After eight weeks of suffering as a result of being thrown from a buggy, Miss Sarah (Sadie, daughter of James & Eliza Butler) Butler passed away at the District Hospital, on Wednesday, October 6. (She was 51 years old) It will be recalled that on August 11th, Miss Butler was driving a horse and rig up South Street hill and the horse suddenly turned into McClatchie Bros. yard. The buggy struck a post and threw Miss Butler violently to the ground, her back being so badly injured, she became paralyzed and gradually grew worse until death released her. Sincerest sympathy is extended to her brother, Mr. Patrick Butler, with whom she lived. Miss Butler had many friends here, who sincerely regret her untimely death. | Granby, Quebec, October 30, 1926 Dear Aunt Nellie and Family, Words cannot express the grief we felt when we heard the news of dear Uncle's (Daniel's) death. I assure you that you have our sincerest sympathy in this your great bereavement, but trust God will give you strength to bear your sorrow. One thing that may perhaps be a consolation to you is the fact that dear Uncle was spared the trial of a long illness. I know only too well what the loss of a dear, kind father means, and can easily understand what sad and lonely days these are for you all. And, dear Auntie, I feel sure you are doing your best to bear your heavy cross with resignation to God's holy will. We were so sorry to think that none of us could be with you. You seem to be so far away. But you are near and dear in my heart, and, especially these days, I think of you many times. One by one our dear ones are taken to their heavenly home. Poor Pat Butler's home is broken by Sadie's death. Poor Sadie had such a sad death, she that had so much sad trials. My earnest wish and prayer is that God and his Blessed Mother may comfort and console you all. With a fervent requiescat for dear Uncle's soul, I remain ever your niece, in prayerful sympathy, Lillian Sheridan (daughter of Mary Butler (Daniel's Sister) & Frank Sheridan)
64: Montreal, Quebec January 9, 1933 My dear Aunt Nellie, I suppose you are all anxious to find out what really happened to poor Mother (Ellen Butler, John's wife)... I think on Saturday morning she realized that she was very ill, because around eight o'clock in the morning she asked for the priest, before the doctor was in and the priest anointed her, only as a precautionary measure, as he did not think she was that ill, but the priests are so busy here on Saturday afternoon, he was afraid we might want him and could not reach him. She was able to answer all the prayers herself, and she seemed so satisfied after he had gone. We were so thankful to the priest for anointing her, because, if he had waited until the afternoon, she could not have received Communion and would not have realized what he was doing, because she was so sick. That is a wonderful consolation to us now. She did not have time to suffer very much and did not realize that she was leaving us, which would have been very hard for he on account of her very unselfish disposition. Considering the short time she has lived in Montreal, we were more than surprised to find out the number of friends she has made. They were most kind to us in our trouble, which helped a lot. | We are trying to be brave, just as she would wish us to be. We feel, of course, that she is happy and can now watch over us. We thank you all for your kind sympathetic words and for your prayers which you have offered up for her. We were sorry to hear that you are not feeling too good and that you are so thin. You want to take care of yourself and stay with your girls and Arthur as long as you possibly can. I will try and be faithful in writing you more often. It seems too bad that we are so far apart. Your loving niece, Mary (Daughter of John Brady & Ellen (Nellie) O'Connor) | Mabel, Jenny & Arthur.
65: Granby, Quebec, August 9, 1933 Dear Aunt Nellie, I am sending you the paper with the account of the death of Uncle John Murphy (Jennie Butler's husband). He really hasn't been well since last March. He just gradually wasted away... Auntie (Jennie) is not very well. A week ago Sunday last, she was anointed for death. She wasn't able to go to the funeral, but is feeling better now. We came through Shefford the other day and Aunt Alice, your sister, was sitting on the gallery. We didn't stay, but she waved. She is pretty well now. Here we are all feeling fine as Gertrude has gained and is feeling quite herself and intends to resume her teaching in September again. Wish Jennie (Nellie's daughter) would have come to visit us when she was halfway, but hope she will another year. Loads of love to you all, Lillian Sheridan (Daughter of Daniel's sister Mary) | Toronto, Ontario, May 5, 1940 My dear Mabel (Daughter of Nellie and Daniel Butler), I wrote home for questions of family history to be answered and replies came. Sorry, we don't know what county in Ireland Grandfather Butler (Patrick) came from. Grandmother Butler (Sarah McNeill) was born in Canada. They are not certain whether in the Providence of Quebec or Ontario. She was a McNeill, had a brother who lived in Granby about five miles from our home. In the family, Aunt Susannah was the eldest; then Uncle James; Uncle Patrick, who died quite young; then Aunt Lizzie; Mary, our mother; Uncle John; Aunt Sarah; Aunt Jennie, and Uncle Dan. How time goes by. Your nephews and nieces are grownups like mine. I guess you and I must be getting older, nearer to heaven. With love, ever yours, Gertrude M.S. (Daughter of Mary Butler and Frank Sheridan) | Jenny Butler, Nellie's daughter
66: St. Anthony's Institute San Antonio, TX October 21, 1917 Dear Beulah: I am slipping this note into the letter home, because you see, I must save postage for that coming raise. Thank you dear for those pretty handkerchiefs, and also for the booklet and Kodaks. I am so glad to get a good look at the darling even tho' its through the eye of the camera. I enjoy reading about "Bennie". Yes, I have several Bennie's in my room, but strange to say they go by the names of Charlie, James and Rob. I have an easier school this year than last. We have almost 80 children, divided up into three classrooms. They are pretty good, most Texas children being too lazy to be mean (not intending any slam of course). We have six lovely girls boarding with us. One of them is an old pupil of mine from St. Mary's. Do you know a girl by the name of Gertrude Nikal? She is about 14, goes to Holy Family School. She is the cousin of one of the Sisters here, Sister Mercedes (who I know from Guthrie by the way). Do you see Sister Antoinette sometimes? Sister told me that she met you and held the baby for a while. Please give her love from Sisters Amana, Mercedes and myself, for we have all been under her care when novices. Have you had any cold weather yet? We are having frosty days now. The stoves are going up Monday. We have no gas connections for heating so that means get in the "kindling" every night I suppose. It will seem like old times. Best regards to Charles and a big "Auntie" kiss to Arthur Paul. From your ever loving sister, Sister Evangelista | Mabel Butler
67: June 14th, 1937, Mother dearest (Nellie Butler), two years ago today we celebrated your last birthday here with us. If we had known these were the last birthday presents we were to choose for you, how we would have tried to make them especially symbolic of our love and devotion. As it was, I feel that you knew that the little bud vase could not begin to hold my love for you. August 11, 1937, What wouldn't we give to be able to hear your voice again! And what it meant to us during all the years, when it uttered only words of love, or sympathy or understanding. You remember how you always joked about "there's a discord somewhere"? But it rather hurt that you would even think anyone would say that about your voice. And you knew that while sometimes we would laugh about the songs you sang, (some of the real old Irish ballads) that all the time we were loving your singing of them, didn't you? September 18, 1937, Do you remember, I wonder often, what you said one time when I was not working during one winter: "No matter what happens, we will have the memory of this time spent together!" And how thankful we should always be to our dear Lord who blessed us with so many years with you and our dear Father. September 28, 1937, This last Saturday in September we met at church as we had done so frequently, for confession, and walked home together. Was it too hard for you, I wonder! Sunday, October 5, 1937, This day we went together, as usual, to early Mass. Arthur was called upon to go with the Buthods to Arkansas, so we had Paul, Mary Rose and Nellie (Helen) with us for the day. Late in the afternoon Paul suggested that he would drive us out to the hill in our Hupp, for Arthur to pick us up there when they got in. While there we went down to the church for the Rosary, as you suggested that we might not be back in town in time for the Rosary Devotions at Holy Family, that evening. Mother dear, did you have any premonition that that was to be your last visit to any church in this life? And while you no doubt said many Rosaries while you lay on your sick bed, that was the last time we said a Rosary together. During those nights when we carried our rosaries with us all the time trying to fix our minds on petitions for your recovery, you could not join us. Or were you, even then, saying those prayers which meant so much to you? I know you grew anxious to get home before they finally arrived, and we came home at once without accepting Beulah's urgent invitation to stay and eat. October 7, 1937, Monday and our regular wash day. Do you remember how we had our familiar discussion as to whether or not we should wash, as there had been a rain and things were wet, and the skies not too promising? You finally left it for me to decide and Mother dear, if that was directly or indirectly the cause of the beginning of your illness, may God help me to atone for it the rest of my life. How I have missed you on these succeeding wash days, for that was especially our day. Do you remember how you used to say: "You must really like to wash when you can sing at it." I hope you knew what I really liked was the working with you. I can't sing at it now... Mabel Butler
68: Tuesday, Oct. 8, 1937, Almost as pleasant were our ironing days together, though I couldn't make them last all morning. I tried to prolong them as much as possible, by suggesting that you might have a little visit with Beulah, or read the paper. But soon you would say: "How soon am I going to have my rights?" Or "Shall I heat up the other iron?" Jennie stayed at home to see that you got to bed all right, and I do not think you realized that she was staying for your sake. It would have worried you so much. Thursday, Oct. 10, How ignorant I was about illness and nursing. And how I feel, in fact I know, that I made mistakes, which, perhaps were more serious that I realized. If so, please forgive me, dear Mother, if I let you suffer when I could have relieved you at least a little. You know, Mother dear, don't you, that I wanted to do the very best for you, and would gladly have suffered those pains for you if I could. We decided to call Dr. Atkins. Of course, you made some remark to him about our being so silly to bother him, but he looked at it more seriously and pronounced the trouble, pleurisy. Monday, Oct. 14, We had talked for some time of making a box of candy to send Aunt Rose for her birthday. Jennie went ahead and made some and I finished up Monday morning. But I knew you were not feeling like yourself, when you showed no interest in it. And we were sorry we had sent the box when we learned that it did not reach Aunt Rose until after she had had our sad messages about you... Up to this time, while we were anxious about you, we did not realize the seriousness of your illness. But when Dr. Atkins came downstairs after his visit to you, my heart sank when he pronounced it pneumonia. Saturday, Oct. 20, Arthur called Fr. Tapia and asked him to come in the morning with Communion and administer the Last Sacrament. At first he was not inclined to promise to come as Sunday was so busy for them, but he did not realize the need until Arthur told him that Monday might be too late. Sunday, Oct. 21, He came about 8 o'clock and gave you Communion for the last time. When you were settled in bed again you smiled when I said you were ahead of me, as you had already been to church. Arthur took me to Christ the King for 9 o'clock Mass. It was short but how long it seemed to be away from you! Monday, Oct. 22, Monday was a nightmare day, with the whole world turned upside down. During the night we all kept our rosaries in our hands, and sometimes read the prayers for the dying, but I fear our prayers were distracted ones. However, we trust that our dear Lord made allowances and granted our petitions on your behalf. At 7:30, we saw from the window, we saw Ella and Lucille on their way to the Mass which our Study Club had offered for you, and we knew that the prayers of friends were united with ours during those last hours... For just as the clock was striking 9 on that morning of October 22, you breathed your last, and all the world was changed from that minute. Mabel Butler 1937
69: Aunt Jenny taught at Lincoln Elementary School. | Am sure that our earthly springs cannot be compared to what the Heavenly ones must be, but I am grateful to our Dear Lord that He spared you to us to enjoy so many early spring flowers and bird songs together. Mabel Butler 1937 | Aunt Jenny had Parkinson's disease and spent several years bed-ridden.