Frank R. Ingersoll (1872-1934)

ANDREWS, BLISS, INGERSOLL

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Date: 2/10/2024 at 13:06:51

The Eagle Grove Eagle
Eagle Grove, Iowa
Thursday, June 28, 1934
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F. INGERSOLL BURIED HERE SATURDAY

Former C. G. W. Agent Died in St. Paul, Wednesday, June 20th, Following Lingering Illness.

Funeral services for Frank R. Ingersoll of St. Paul were held here Saturday morning from the Wilson funeral chapel in charge of the Rev. W. L. Breaw. Burial was made in Rose Hill cemetery beside his wife who died in 1928. The late Mrs. Ingersoll was a sister of Mrs. F. B. Andrews of this city. The following obituary was written by a cousin of Mr. Ingersoll.

Frank R. Ingersoll was born April 4, 1872, at Cedar Falls, Iowa the son of William and Abigail Ingersoll. He started as operator for the Mason City-Fort Dodge railroad at the age of 16 years. He put in a great many years as agent and operator for the Chicago Great Western railway at Eagle Grove, Iowa, and was promoted to the same position at Fort Dodge. From this position he was again given promotion to chief clerk and contracting freight agent for the same company at St. Paul in 1904, which position he held until his health failed in the fall of 1930. His employer spoke of him as one of his most efficient employees as was evidenced by his many years of service with the same company. On Dec. 23, 1895, he was united in marriage with Eva M. Bliss of Ft. Dodge, who preceded him in death 1928. He was a member of the Atlantic Congregational church of St. Paul. At the age of 62 years, two months and 17 days, he passed away, Wednesday, June 20, 1934. Two brothers, F. J., of Monitor, Alberta, Canada, and W. M., of St. Paul, survive him.

Once more has the silent messenger knocked at our door and called forth our loved one. Bravely has the call been answered, and grief occupies the home. The passing of our cousin, Frank, is to me a personal loss. From early childhood, our close friendship has continued; its light has shown down through the years, and will always remain a happy memory—a memory of his excellent traits of character. With him, friendship was something more than a name—it was a sacred trust, never to be broken on his part. A man of refinement, art, music, literature and flowers, all the things which appeal to the finer sensibilities, found in him an ardent worshiper. It can be truly said, his home was his castle. After the death of his wife, he made his home with a brother, W. M. Ingersoll, who during his last sickness, was constantly by his side. It must be a comfort to those left to know that all the years were paved with love, and all the paths were those of peace. There will be tears but they will flow from the fountains of grief—not from the wells of regret. And so, across the distance, I send this message, laden with love and sorrow, yet tinged with pride. This loss is my loss, and the loss of all.

April 4, 1872 – June 20, 1934