Hipsley, Clement Lair 1863-1928

HIPSLEY, AMMER, KRAFT, HUMMEL

Posted By: Shirley
Date: 4/16/2011 at 21:08:24

Clem Hipsley Died Thursday

Well Known Farmer and Thresherman
East of Monroe Succumbs to
Heart Trouble----Funeral Sunday

Clement Hipsley, well known farmer and thresherman, died at his home two and a half miles northeast of Monroe Thursday, January 19, at the age of 65 years, 6 months and 19 days.

Funeral services were held Sunday afternoon from the Pentecostal church after which interment was made in the Monroe cemetery. Services at the church were in charge of Rev. Cline and wife, both of whom spoke of the man and his life.

The pall bearers were friends of deceased: Wm. VanWely, Howard Sheeler, Wm. Whittmer, Vern Sheeler, Andrew Bell and James McCane.

A quartet composed of Miss Marie Cooper, Mrs. Carl Crane, William Livingston and Rev. C. E. Long, with Mrs. Will Vriezelaar at the piano, sand "Rock of Ages," "Nearer My God to Thee" and "Beautiful Isle of Somewhere", favorite hymns of deceased.

Clement Lair, son of Thomas and Maria Hipsley, was born near Mount Vernon, Ohio, June 30, 1863, moving with the family to Iowa at an early age. On February 5, 1890, he was united in marriage to Elizabeth Ammer, and to this union were born seven children, Florence, Roy, Iy and Boyd, three of the children dying in infancy. He leaves to mourn his death, the widow, one brother Emerson Hipsley of Indianola, five grand children, Loren Kraft, Edith Florence Hummel, Ida May Hummel, Billy Ray Hummel, and Bonnie Dean Hummel, and a host of friends.

His friends in telling of his life point with pride to his heroism several years ago, when he went down with his engine when it crashed through the old Cherry creek bridge, near where the Monroe-Newton bridge now crosses the creek.

Jim McCane, who was with Mr. Hipsley at the time, says that he was planking for the engine to cross [part missing] was his head sticking out of the water. The waters of Cherry creek had submerged the engine and Clem's foot was caught in the wreckage. He calmly directed operations until he could be pulled loose. Another time that his friends speak of was when he lost his thumb. Clem was working with a scary horse and in some manner the rope wrapped around his thumb; going to the house he told of the incident, stating that he guess he had hurt his thumb. Pulling of the mitten, he found that the thumb had been jerked off. Things like pain did not seem to both Mr. Hipsley.

The neighbors all speak well of Mr. Hipsley, and his loss to the community will be greatly felt.