Fulton Journal: November 10, 1955
To the Editor:
Recently I visited Grant's home and Galena's museum. I didn't especially care to see either, having seen so many in our own country, and Europe--including the British museum. However I really enjoyed looking at the exhibits,some antique and some not so antique. It is a museum of which Galena may well be proud.
Then I began to wonder why more cities don't have their own museums. Why can't Fulton have one? As I thought of the descendants of the first settlers of our fair city and of the descendants of the first families among our Holland people I could not help but visualize the lovely and interesting articles that have been kept in attics and trunks for years: things that are treasured yet still are a nuisance because there really is no room for them. Were these placed in a museum, they would be safe,cared for, and shared. The boys and girls of our schools would like to have the opportunity of seeing them and learning about them in connections with their history, geography and science.
We have had our centennial which was a credit to the people of Fulton and thoroly enjoyed by all because all co-operated to make it a success. Why can't we co-operate in a museum project, not as a city but as the folks who live here? It would be such fun and increase our unity and friendliness. It's a project to which old and young can bring their wisdom and enthusiasm.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Welcome Home
Fulton Journal: October 8, 1875
Mrs. Peter Kitchen was the recipient of a genuine surprise on her return home on Friday afternoon last. Some 14 weeks ago she started on a visit to her father's at Grand Rapids, Mich. Only think of it. Peter a forlorn widower for 14 weeks! But little recked he as along as the good wife was improving in health in the invigorating climate of the Wolverine state. But the air becomes pretty chilly away down in Michigan as November approaches, and Mrs. K. concluded to come home and comfort Peter. Several of her female friends got information that she would be in Fulton on Friday afternoon and concluded to give her a peaceful but nevertheless warm welcome home. So they quietly went to her residence, gathered in the parlor and closed the door. As soon as she had entered the sitting room and laid away her wraps, the leader went out, embraced her, kissed of course, and bid her welcome back to old Fulton and her friends. Then another came out, and went through the same affectionate performance, and then another, and then another, until she was surrounded by nearly a score of fond, devoted hearts. She was deeply affected by the demonstration, but the cheerful spirits of her friends soon restored her, and for several hours thereafter the party was the happiest that Fulton has seen for some time. And Peter is also happy.
Mrs. Peter Kitchen was the recipient of a genuine surprise on her return home on Friday afternoon last. Some 14 weeks ago she started on a visit to her father's at Grand Rapids, Mich. Only think of it. Peter a forlorn widower for 14 weeks! But little recked he as along as the good wife was improving in health in the invigorating climate of the Wolverine state. But the air becomes pretty chilly away down in Michigan as November approaches, and Mrs. K. concluded to come home and comfort Peter. Several of her female friends got information that she would be in Fulton on Friday afternoon and concluded to give her a peaceful but nevertheless warm welcome home. So they quietly went to her residence, gathered in the parlor and closed the door. As soon as she had entered the sitting room and laid away her wraps, the leader went out, embraced her, kissed of course, and bid her welcome back to old Fulton and her friends. Then another came out, and went through the same affectionate performance, and then another, and then another, until she was surrounded by nearly a score of fond, devoted hearts. She was deeply affected by the demonstration, but the cheerful spirits of her friends soon restored her, and for several hours thereafter the party was the happiest that Fulton has seen for some time. And Peter is also happy.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Drownings
Fulton Journal
June 25, 1875
A deep gloom spread over our city on Sunday afternoon last, its black pall resting over us yet, as it will for many a day to come. Just as our citizens had gathered around the noonday meal, and the quietness of the Sabbath reigned without, and peace within, the startling cry rang thro' the streets that two of the most esteemed young men of the place had been swallowed up by the relentless current of the Mississippi, and that two others had narrowly escaped the same fate. So sudden and startling was it that many at first doubted its authenticity, and we were among that number. We could not believe that two strong, noble, generous young men, one having passed into manhood's estate, and the other just entering upon it, and whom we had noticed the evening before in the full tide of health, had been so suddenly and without warning snatched from our midst. But it was so. Eben Andrews, son-in-law of B. Robinson; Charles Kahl,Jr.,clerk in Mr. Robinson's store; Herman H. Hobein, hardware and tin merchant, and Wm. Allen, workman and clerk in his employ, had gone down to the river early in the forenoon, entered a small sail boat, coursed up and down the stream a few times, and then two came back--the others had crossed a darker river than the Father of Waters, and would thenceforth never return to greet kith or kin. These two were Herman H. Hobein and Charles Kahl, Jr., and in their untimely death the city mourns.
June 25, 1875
A deep gloom spread over our city on Sunday afternoon last, its black pall resting over us yet, as it will for many a day to come. Just as our citizens had gathered around the noonday meal, and the quietness of the Sabbath reigned without, and peace within, the startling cry rang thro' the streets that two of the most esteemed young men of the place had been swallowed up by the relentless current of the Mississippi, and that two others had narrowly escaped the same fate. So sudden and startling was it that many at first doubted its authenticity, and we were among that number. We could not believe that two strong, noble, generous young men, one having passed into manhood's estate, and the other just entering upon it, and whom we had noticed the evening before in the full tide of health, had been so suddenly and without warning snatched from our midst. But it was so. Eben Andrews, son-in-law of B. Robinson; Charles Kahl,Jr.,clerk in Mr. Robinson's store; Herman H. Hobein, hardware and tin merchant, and Wm. Allen, workman and clerk in his employ, had gone down to the river early in the forenoon, entered a small sail boat, coursed up and down the stream a few times, and then two came back--the others had crossed a darker river than the Father of Waters, and would thenceforth never return to greet kith or kin. These two were Herman H. Hobein and Charles Kahl, Jr., and in their untimely death the city mourns.
General Grant
Fulton Journal
July 13, 1885
But little has been done in Fulton in way of public observance of the death of General Grant. Two flags were draped at half mast and Dana's store decorated with crape and flags. J.W. Broadhead arranged one of his show windows with mourning goods and a portrait of Grant heavily draped in crape was placed in the center. The Postoffice building was not decorated in memory of the old soldier.
July 13, 1885
But little has been done in Fulton in way of public observance of the death of General Grant. Two flags were draped at half mast and Dana's store decorated with crape and flags. J.W. Broadhead arranged one of his show windows with mourning goods and a portrait of Grant heavily draped in crape was placed in the center. The Postoffice building was not decorated in memory of the old soldier.
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