Mosher, Henry C. "Hank" 1833-1900

MOSHER

Posted By: Mike Swenson (email)
Date: 11/15/2016 at 09:10:36

Monona County Gazette 1Mar1900
Died -- Tuesday morning at 4 o'clock in Blencoe, Henry C. Mosher, aged 66 years. Mr. Mosher had been in poor health for several months. About the first of the present year his condition was serious but he rallied to some extent but has been feeble much of the time since. Monday he was on his feet and about town most of the day. Late in the night after retiring his illness again came upon him and at 4 a.m. he passed away. Henry C. Mosher was born in Jefferson County, New York, 7Jun1833. His father died in 1847 and his mother passed from life in the spring of 1851, and he began life for himself in 1852. Like his father he was a farmer and a carpenter. He worked on his own farm in Cass County, Michigan until 1868, when he sold out and came further west. He was married in 1857 and his wife died in 1868. Two children were born, one of whom died in infancy. He came to Monona County in the fall of 1869 with his son, Henry J., who was then nine years of age, and brought with him a herd of cattle which he sold at the end of two years and left for the Pacific coast. In July 1873, he returned and for a time again engaged in the cattle business. He then removed to the then territory of Utah, leaving his son at school in Ogden and himself working in a lumber camp. In Jan1875, he went to Nevada and thence to California. In 1876, he again returned to this country and the following year made a trip to the Black Hills, but soon returned and for a time worked with his brother Abe on his farm near Onawa. But in 1880 he and his son formed a partnership in the business of farming where they lived for many years on their large ranch in Sherman township. Recently the farm was sold and the son built a neat residence in Blencoe where they have since resided. Hank Mosher, as it pleased his friends to call him, was regarded as an odd character. By nature reticent, mindful of his own affairs, he was by many misunderstood because they did not know the man. But with his friends he was always genial, warm-hearted and kind. Though, for one of them he would, if need be, part with his last penny, the stranger in distress would share in his generosity just as promptly.