John Henry Schroeder 1842-1902

SCHROEDER, STRATEMEYER

Posted By: Georgea Clinton (email)
Date: 5/6/2011 at 08:43:52

May 7, 1902 - Carroll Herald - One by one the veterans of the Grand Army of the Republic are being silently mustered out of service. Life's dread paymaster enters their names for the last time upon the muster roll and they are dismissed from duty on the world's great battle field. Today the many friends of J.H. Schroeder were grieved to learn that he had obeyed the call into the last grim battle of life and had surrendered to the great enemy of the human race — death.

Monday noon Mr. Sohroeder was taken sick and in less than twenty-four hours was so dangerously ill with an affection of the brain that his physicians gave little hope of recovery. He suffered greatly and at times was unconscious of all around him. When the final summons came at 3:45 this morning he was conscious, yet the end came so suddenly that neither the sick man nor the watchers realized it until all was over.

John Henry Schroeder was born sixty years ago on the 8th of May, in New Bremen, Ohio. He came to Iowa in 1849, when but a child seven years old, with his parents who took up their residence in Clayton county. When he was fifteen years of age he joined the Lutheran church, and in 1870 married the lady who now survives him.

Sixteen years ago he moved to Carroll where he has since resided, and where he has been very successful as a business man. He leaves no family excepting the comfortless widow. There are besides, three brothers living and four sisters, of whom Mrs. M.A. Stratemeyer of this city is one. His aged father is eighty-four years old and lives in Emmetsburg, Iowa.

Mr. Schroeder was one of the veterans of the Civil war, having fought as a private in the ranks the last three years of the war. He enlisted with Company E of the 27th Iowa and rendered gallant service in the Red river expedition in Texas. He was always an enthusiastic member of the G.A.R. and was proud of his record as one of Iowa's soldiers.

By his death Carroll loses one of its best citizens. For the past fifteen years he has been in the marble business, though during that time several parties have been sharers in the firm. Kindly, courteous, honest, a sincere denouncer of all shams and hypocrisy, Mr. Schroeder was one of nature's noble men, and the community will miss him as truly as will the inner circle of relatives and friends who were his ardent admirers.

Soon will be ushered in that sad season when America pays tribute to its sleeping defenders, when a great nation does honor to its heroic dead, and on the 30th of May, at the roll call, another soldier's voice will be silent, only to answer "Here!" at the roll call of the great majority who have "crossed the bar," where there is neither war nor strife on battle field or in the heart, and where the dread enemy death has lost its victory.