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David Jackson obituary
Jackson - At Livingstonville, May 15th, David Jackson, as a result of being kicked by a horse, aged 81.
Corporal David Jackson Has Tragic End On Wednesday Last
Found Fast In Halter And Unconscious
Was A Civil War Veteran - Member of 134th New York Infantry
May 21, 1925
Livingstonville, Cor. -
David Jackson a resident of this village, and a Civil War Veteran, was buried the 17th. Services were held at his late home in this village. Interments in the Hagodone Cemetery. Mr. Jackson died in a tragic manner Wednesday 13th. He took his team and went up to his farm as was his custom, and towards night as did not return home the family became alarmed and neighbors were notified and on going to the small barn on the farm found him fast in the halter of one of the horses badly hurt and unconscious, from which conditions he never rallied
David Jackson was a native of the town of Gilboa. Was a farmer by occupation. At the time of the organization of the Schoharie Regiment the 134th New York Infantry he became a member of Co. E. serving throughout the war being honorably discharged June 10th 1865. His brother Jeremiah was also a member of the same regiment. Mr. Jackson had reached the age of 81. He was a member of the Baptist church at Hawverville. Besides his wife he is survived by 2 daughters Mrs. Charles DeLong of Catskill, and Mrs. W. A. Coffin, of Livingstonville. Three brothers, Geo. Riley Jackson of Franklinton, Henry Jackson of Broome Centre and one sister the widow of Mortimore Waters of Broome Centre also survive him. His funeral took place Sunday. Rev. Elvin Baker of Rensselaerville officiating.
The Death Of David Jackson
The Way It Probably Happened
May 28, 1925
Just what happened to grandfather no one will ever know, from the time early Wednesday morning until late in the afternoon when they brought home his bruised and broken body, we feel safe to say that nearly half of that time was spent in physical and mental agony. Yes, a more terrible experience than he ever had to go through when fighting three years under General Sherman, yes, ever worse than Gettysburgh. Grandmother growing anxious around four o'clock and fearing something had happened began telephoning. Later when Monica (their great-granddaughter of Erie, Pa.) came from school, she was sent hurriedly on her way by grandma to meet "Pa". Monica asked how far should she go, and was told "go till you find him".
After a long climb up the mountain road, she at last came to the little place and at once saw that something was wrong. One of the horses was strolling about, harness and line trailing. Upon entering the stable she found the other horse, grandfather's pet also loose. Yes, grandfather's pet his hobby, the beautiful "Black" with an ugly temper, who had at last turned on him, for in the next stall was the results of her work. Brushing past the half-crazed animal, Monica found grandpa in the other stall. Before seeing him she heard his faltering voice calling on God, his Lord, for relief and aid. There in the manger with only his legs and feet visible he hung with a full turn of the halter around his knees and the bridle part of the halter hooked over a spike which was driven in the plate just over the manger. The halter was tied to the manger and thus he was suspended there on his head and shoulders, a prisoner and nearly lifeless. How did it happen we ask? We do not know nor will we ever know. The secret died with him Thursday, at 12:15 midnight in grandmother's arms. Monica succeeded in releasing him from the death trap, alone unaided at the same time fighting the black Pet back thus freeing the horse and lifting grandpa off his feet and dumping him into the manger. Already crushed and broken unable to continue the fight, now comes the heart breaking part of it all. As I was standing in the stall holding his hat which I had just found in the manger I suddenly discovered something else, something glittered in the litter on the floor, near the manger. Picking it up it was his pocket knife and the blade was open. Doesn't this go to show that he knew what he was doing, that he had put up a fight for his life? That he had endeavored to get his knife out of his pocket and had succeeded in opening it and was going to cut the rope that was cutting into his flesh. But no, Fate did not decree it, some yank of the horse snapped the knife from his fingers and it fell to the floor just out of his reach.
Thus the hours went on until they totaled nearly five and one half before God sent a little girl to take him down from his cross.
And one more word least we forget Grandmother his soul mate, nearly 60 years have they labored together and never have the traces of either been slack, but now that her mate has fallen she is going to struggle on with the load, for the top of the hill is just ahead all flooded in sunshine and glory. - Delbert.
In sad and loving memory of our father, David Jackson, who passed away May 15, 1925:
Sad and sudden was the call
For our dear one loved by all,
We little thought that on that day
That our dear father would be called away.
Six years have passed away,
Our hearts still sore as we think
Of a vacant place where we always used to meet you
With a smile upon your face.
óDaughters, Ida and Emma.
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