Newport, NY to Baraboo, WI
Contributed by BetteJo Hall-Caldwell
Baraboo Daily News, Monday, March 22,1926
Henry Bradbury, born at Garrettsville, Otsego Co., New York, was the
sixth child of Jas. and Maria Ingham Bradbury. He was of English
ancestry; his parents coming to America directly from Manchester, England.
When he was five years of age the family moved from Garretteville to
Newport, New York, where the father was employed in a cotton factory
similar to that in which he had worked in England. After a six years
residence in Newport, the purchased a farm near Utica, New York, and
here the family lived until the death of James Bradbury, 03 Aug 1852.
Later they became scattered, Henry coming to the West in 1856. A company
of neighbors, including his sister's family, were moving to Baraboo,
Wisconsin, and he was engaged to accompany the eight horses they were
taking along. He shipped with these as far as Chicago, then a hamlet of a
few scattered houses, clustered on the bend of Lake Michigan. Here he
detrained and mounting one horse, drove with the aid of his faithful
dog, the remainder, through the knee deep mud of Chicago's main street,
out across the Illinois prairie to Northwest and bearing up through
central Wisconsin, reached the little village of Baraboo about forty
miles above Madison which at that time was the railroad terminal.
From Madison travel radiated by means of the stage. Mr. Bradbury was
then twenty-three years of age, found employment the first winter in the
west chopping wood for fifty cents per cord. While working in Baraboo,
he again met and renewed his acquaintance with Miss Letty McGilvra, a
school teacher who had taught the rural school in the Bradbury district
near Utica, New York and "boarded around." Therefore the Bradbury
family came in for its share of her entertainment. She was then making
her home at Baraboo with her brother who had persuaded her to come to
Wisconsin to bear his family company. I here hold in my hand a little
volume with which the officiating clergyman presented the young people
the day of their marriage over 68 years ago and which contains their
marriage certificate reading as follows, "This certifies that Henry
Bradbury and Letty C. McGilvar were by me united in marriage according
to the laws of the state of Wisconsin at Baraboo, Sauk County,
19 Jan 1858, W. Cochran." No witnesses were necessary and none signed the
document. The marriage took place at the home of the minister a few rods
south of here near the location where the late William Eillott once
lived. Elder Warren Cochren was one of the early pastors of the
Congregational Church of Baraboo. The newly married couple drove to
Madison for their wedding trip.
After seeking home sites in Northern Wisconsin, Minnesota and Illinois,
they settled upon a farm two and one-half miles east of Baraboo and
remained there until 1901 when they sold their place and retired to
Baraboo City. Mr Bradbury was well-known among the business men of his
day and vicinity. He was fond of domestic animals, surrounding himself
with fine specimens and exercising great concern as to their care and
comfort. Especially did he admire fine horses and raised many fancy ones
for years on the farm and the slight of mistreat one of his horses was to
offer him personal affront.
He loved wood craft and was a correct alrot(?). Intensely patriotic, he
chafed under the circumstances which kept him at home in '6'd, but no
more than under the insult offered our government during the World War.
He loved his country and was proud of her history. Ever a Republican,
and later a progressive, he became a staunch supporter and admirer of
Hon. R.M. LaFollette and was always in be found well informed on the
live issues of the day. His last vote was cast for the Progressive
leader. His word was as good as his note and he was a loved and honored and
honest man. In 1905 at the instance of their children, Mr. and Mrs.
Bradbury changed location, spending their time between Newport, New York and Hinsdale, Illinois.
It was at the latter place that Mrs. Bradbury passed away in her
daughter's home 24 Dec 1910. Mr Bradbury has resided in both Hinsdale and
Newport since his wife's death but for the past few years has made his
home continuously with his older daughter in the latter place, enjoying
the old familiar environments of his early boyhood, a providence which
rarely comes to many. It was here that he passed away, Monday night 15 Mar
about 10'oclock from no particular disease, just the slowing down of the
natural forces after a long life spanning 99 years of good health and vigor.
He is survived by five children - Mrs. Thomas Longstaff, Newport, N.Y.,
W.C Bradbury, Lodi, Cal., Mrs. N.W. Paulson and the Misses Lucy and Ina
Bradury of Hinsdale, Ill. There are also nine grandchildren, Mrs. Leila
Owens, Fresno, Calif., Harold Henry Bradbury, Mrs. Ellen Hyde and Mrs. Ruth
Kyle of Lodi, Calif, Henry Lonstaff, Herkimer, N.Y., McKinley Longstaff,
Newport, N.Y., Miss Burnice Bradbury, St. Helena, Calif., Mrs. Doris
Tunnell, Los Angeles, Calif., and Miss Wilma Paulson, Hinsdale, Ill. The
great grandchildren of whom there are twelve are Dwight, Maxine, Frances
and Carolyn Bradbury, Rae and Lloy Owens, Delmer and Erna Kyle, Henry =,
Harry, Jeanne and Reta Longstaff. One sister Mrs. Lucy Olds resides in
Syracuse, New York.
It is fitting that the remains have been brought back to the old home to
be placed by the side of his wife on the southern slope of Walnut Hill
Cemetery overlooking the beautiful Baraboo Valley, so long the scene of
his life's activities.
After life's fitful fever he rest well
I must travel the miles till the journey is done.
Whatsoever the turn of the way
I shall bring up at last with the set-of the sun.
And shall rest at the close of the day.
Let me deal as I journey with foremen, and friends.
In a way that no man can assail.
And find nothing but peace at the roadway's last bend.
When I come to the end of the trail.
We are brothers who travel a great, common road.
And the journey is easy for none.
We must succor the weary and lift on the load.
Of the pilgrim whose courage is done.
Let me deal with them each on my way to the West.
With mercy that never shall fail
And He known to my dreams with a conscience of rest
When I come to the end of the trail.