BATES, Prudence Gallup (Carpenter) 1792-1875

BATES, CARPENTER

Posted By: Reid R. Johnson
Date: 1/20/2013 at 10:35:29

Postville Review, Wed., 1 Sept. 1875.

Mrs. Bates, mother of J. W. and C. C. Bates, died Tuesday morning after a short illness. She was a highly estimable lady and will be widely missed.

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Note: Woodmansee burial book shows a; Bates, Prudence G., 8-15-1793 / 8-23-1875.

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Added by S. Ferrall 9/24/2023:

Died, in this city, on Tuesday the 24th inst., Mrs. Prudence G. Bates; aged 82 years.

The deceased was one of the early residents of Lansing, having come here in 1856. Her maiden name was Prudence Gallup Carpenter, born in 1792, at Stafford, Conn., and was married in 1817, to Mr. Bates, the father of Joseph, Betsey and Carroll, who are numbered among our oldest and most highly respected citizens.

The hundreds of traveling people who for many years past have been gusts of the old Bates or Lansing House, will well recollect "Grandma" bates, as she was familiarly called by all who knew her; and a kind, good and amiable old lady she was, too.

For a number of years past her health, as is usually the case with those who have reached the age she had, has been gradually failing her, but not so as to keep her confined to her room, except a few days at a time.

Her illness (paralysis) which caused her death came upon her suddenly last Saturday, and the shock was so severe that the attending physicians were satisfied she could not recover, and that her life would in a few hours at most ebb away.

Dear old Grandma feared not to pass through the dark valley of death; she felt that she had fully filled the allotted years of life; that there were no more days of usefulness for her on earth, and she has perhaps often thought as the poet hath written---

On my bow are threads of silver,
Which the fleeting years have spun,
Once, in days that now are vanished,
I could count them one by one,
But to-night they band my forehead
Like a 'kerchief all unrolled:
And I know, ah! know too truly,
I am growing, growing old.

Growing old as life is reckoned
Here on earth by mortal tongue.
In the joys of the Hereafter
I shall be forever young,
Time forgets to spin his silver
In the Heavenly Shepherd's fold,
Then, I shall ne'er think to murmur,
"I am growing, growing old."

~North Iowa Journal, Wednesday, August 25, 1875; pg 3

Same paper & date:
Mrs. M. Bates and her daughter Estella, of Rockford, Ill., are in the city to attend the funeral of grandma Bates.