More to the story...

When I started researching my family tree 30 years ago, we did not have the luxury of online research.  Can I just say how happy I am that we now have all this technology?

Remember how I felt so bad that Eliza and Uncle Ellsworth were alone after losing little Beatrice Fern?  I knew my other great uncles were there for Ellsworth.  But what about Eliza?

I signed into my Ancestry account this morning, as I do every morning and found several alerts for possible connections. One alert was for Bessie (Lobb) Bailey, sister of Eliza (Lobb) Cross from a family history written years ago but one sentence jumped out at me:

How awesome is this???  Just a couple of days after I wrote that, only to find this.  Not only did Bessie help Eliza, she met her future husband and BOTH couples moved to Oklahoma.  All these years I have fretted about Eliza coming from another country, losing her first child, and being so far from family.  

When I first started research I didn't pay much attention to the siblings of my direct line and especially not much attention to their spouses.  I just wanted to get back as far in my line as possible. I don't know whether it's because of age, mellowing, or what, but in the last few years I have started researching the siblings, their spouses, etc.  I have relaxed and started enjoying the process.

I have gained so much more insight into my ancestors by looking at the big picture.  If I had not, I would never have found this fragment of a sentence, that puts just a little more into the family story.

The Sad Story of Beatrice Fern Cross

Beatrice Fern Cross

Born: 13 October 1897

Died: January 1898

Buried:  Garfield Cemetery, Webb, Iowa

Garfield Cemetery is located a little over 2 miles from where I grew up.  Each Memorial Day we would make our annual visit and place flowers on the graves of our relatives.

Little Beatrice Fern's grave always made me so sad, but none more so than when I took this picture last week.  It used to have a little piece of paper with her name and dates on it underneath the glass that is now broken. Here is this little forlorn grave, now without even that piece of paper to tell the world she lived, if only for 3 months.  That this small little grave stone has survived over 100 years is truly miraculous.  Beatrice was the first Cross to be buried in this cemetery.

Beatrice's father was my great grand uncle, Noah Ellsworth Cross (the middle Cross brother in the front row in the little picture up in the right corner of this page).  He was always referred to as Uncle Ellsworth when I was growing up.  Beatrice was the first child of Uncle Ellsworth and his wife Eliza Ann (Lobb) Cross.  Eliza was 31 and Ellsworth 33 when Beatrice was born.

I have often wondered how devastating her death must have been to them.  Eliza  was born and raised in England, both of her parents having died before she arrived in America in 1889. She didn't even have her mother to console her.  Ellsworth's parents were also dead.  Here is this young couple on the cold prairie of Iowa, in January of 1898, burying their little girl.

Uncle Ellsworth and Eliza would leave Iowa, joining 3 of his brothers in Oklahoma, all four Cross brothers having secured land in the land rush. Only my great grandfather, Henry would stay behind in Iowa.

The rest of the story is not sad for Ellsworth and Eliza.  They would have 3 more children all born on their new homestead in Oklahoma:  Lillian Violet (Cross) Goin, Elsie M. (Cross) Hansen, and Henry Ellsworth Cross.

They would make several trips to Iowa to visit my great grandfather until Uncle Ellsworth's death on 7 September 1933.

On those trips, I wonder, did they make their way to little Beatrice Fern's grave?