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The   following Newspaper Articles  have been  donated by Linda  Jones. These first
articles are   pertaining  to Maria  BATCHELDER. Any  questions  you  may have,
please email them to Linda.

               
Article 1.           

The following article was printed in 1889 in one of your local papers, but I
don't know which one, probably Moultonborough:



Grandma's Birthday Party

Mrs. Maria Batchelder celebrated her ninety-second birthday on Thursday, May 23d. About forty persons, representing all ages, from infancy to extreme old age, including four generations of the family assembled to do her honor.

Mrs. B. was born in Moultonboro' and has lived in the same town all her life. Her maiden name was Hutchins. She married John Batchelder seventy-one years ago, living with him till his death, which occurred seven years ago.

Mrs. B. is indeed a remakable old lady, retaining all her faculties to a marked degree. She is one of the few who have "grown old gracefully." She was pronounced by all present to be the very handsomest and sweetest old lady they had ever seen.

As we looked upon her it was hard to realize that her birthdays numbered ninety-two. Age has touched her lightly. Scarce a wrinkle marred the fairness of her face, and many a lass in her teens might well have envied the rich carnation of her cheeks.

She has knit in the past year fifty pairs of stockings.

About 5 o'clock a bountiful repast was served to which all did ample justice. Ten of the oldest persons present were seated at the first table whose united ages were 752 years.

As Grandma of 92 years held the babe of 9 months in her arms she was unconscious of the beautiful picture she formed of May and December.

After tea was over, Grandma was seated in the "old arm chair" to receive her birthday gifts, which consisted of $16 in money beside many other tokens of love and respect.

Letters were read from absent ones who regretted they could not be present to honor her birthday. Grandma expressed her thanks in a very feeling manner and many eyes were dimmed with tears as she sung the hymn "Farewell my friends," in a voice that though now weak and trembling showed that Grandma could sing one. Take her all in all, when shall we look upon her like again?

Mrs. S. C. Kelley.

 

Article 2             

 

  This was printed in 1896 in a newspaper, but I don't   know which one...probably one in Moultonborough. 
Notation along the edge made by my  great grandmother indicates that this was
her Great Grandma Batchelder's  party  and that she died in Sept 1896.
Linda Jones
 


      Her 99th Birthday


 Saturday, May 23rd., Mrs. Maria Batchelder, was ninty-nine years old, and the old homestead where she lives in Moultonboro, near Red Hill, was the scene of a happy collection of friends and neighbors, who gathered there to pay their respects to the venerable and much respected lady who bids fair to reach the century mark. Before they left, many valuable and useful presents where donated out of pure kindness and love of heart.


Old as Mrs. Batchelder is, she is in possession of remarkably good health, and her mental faculties are well preserved.She has resided where she now lives, for a period of about fifty six years, and during her declining years her daughter, Miss Maria Batchelder, has tenderly cared for her.


The daughter has reached the allotted time of life by over seven years, and the occurrence is very   rare indeed when these two  extreme ages is reached by mother and daughter, and both have the loving privilege of comforting each other.


During this birthday a fine collation was served, and at the well-filled tables was seated the fourth generation, Miss Lillie Batchelder, twelve years old.


Among those present were Miss M. F. Batchelder, the daughter, 77 years old, Edward Batchelder, Mrs. A. A. Batchelder, Lillie Batchelder, Mrs. Charles F. Burleigh and daughter, Miss Ethel Burleigh, Sandwich Center; .Mr. and Mrs. Arthur W. Hutchins, Miss E. A Hutchins, Mrs. William Bryant, Mrs. Fred Blake, Mrs. C. W. Morrison, Ira C. Moore, Meredith; Mrs. F. A. Bean, Mr. and  Mrs. H. S. Sturtevant, Mrs. E. Gilpatrick, Mr. and Mrs. Lewis Sibley and two daughters, Hazen and Helen, Mr. and Mrs. Josiah Sturtevant, Mrs. Herbert Hutchins, Moultonboro'.


Mrs. Batchelder has the distinction of living under every president down to
Cleveland. She distinctly recollects when there was but one house in Centre Harbor, and but two in Meredith; and when the roads were not open to travel, and the trees were spotted to indicate certain directions and localities. The war of 1812 is still fresh in her mind, and the death of Washington she faintly remembers although she was but three years old. She has two sons, Lafayette and Edward, and one daughter living.

 

The following poem was written by Mrs. C. W. Morrison of Meredith, and read  at the birthday gathering;
 

May 23, 1896
Dear Grandma;

Another year has passed away          It is now your 99th birthday.We come again with words of cheer As you begin the journey of another year. With some life's journey has just begun,
While yours we know is nearly done. To look back does the way short to you seem? And the trials of life more like a dream?
 

Life to us all is very sweet       Although at times our weary feet Almost give out beneath their load, The burden so heavy, so dark the road.Life's journey with us all will soon be done, We are gathering home, one by one, God grant we may all meet in that home above,Where all is peace and joy and love.

"Waiting                   someone is waiting for me In the beautiful realms above; On the shore of Eden's domain,Where all is perfection and love.Life's river will soon bear me there,
Uniting the earth-broken bond,Oh what should invite me to stay When some one is waiting beyond?

When earth has so little to charm,        And Heaven somuch to bestow,When some one is waiting there still, Oh why should I shudder to go? How often I long to be there,To meet with that true heart and fond;For why should I wish to remain When some one is waiting beyond?

The beggar, the homeless,the poor,That worship at poverty's shrine.Will some one be waiting for me?Will they have a welcome like mine?Yes, tatters and rags are unknown;
And unto each call wil lrespond, Some others as soft and as sweet,For some one that's waiting beyond

I know not how soon death macome,Perhaps a few dips of the oar May carry me into that port;I may not be far from the shore,But though I am near or afar,Still ever by faith I can see A loved one just over the tide That's watching and waiting for me.

If Heaven is bathed in a flood     Of splendor, ofgrandeur, of gold;
If one never longs for repose,
And never grows feeble and old;
Then why should I tremble at death? Or why should I ever despond? Why blanch at the thought of the grave; When so much awaits me beyond?

Home is where the loved ones are,Tho north or south, or east or west,Our feet may wander near or far,This truth is borne in every breast--Our home is where our loved ones are.
 

Four walls upreared by human hands Form not the place that we call home;We turn to them in stranger lands,We yearn for them where'er we roam,Because the hearts that love and live--Because the hearts we know are true,Are gathered there and wait to giveA welcome when our journey's through.

?? if by homeward-gazing eyes,       No face is at the window seen, And, dumb of heart, we look where lies A mound, a sacred spot of green,
Oh, weary soul remember this: A second truth our Father gives;The heart that loves, immortal is-- The heart that loves, forever lives!

Above the blue, beyond the vail,  Our falt'ring feet must journey far, We'll find our home-- we cannot fail, For home is where our loved ones are.

With love, from Etta

 


             

 

                                                                                                                  

       

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