From an unidentified newspaper clipping, either the Seneca, Kansas Tribune or Courier:
At her home on Illinois Creek, 5 miles north-east of Centralia Oct. 3, 1889, Hannah Roots aged 79 years 7 months 7 days. Her maiden name was Hannah Durrant, was born in the county of Surry England, Feb. 26, 1811. She was married to John Roots in the county of Kent England, Nov. 15, 1831. To Mr. and Mrs. Roots were born ten children, five of whom preceded the mother to the grave.
In 1853 the family crossed the ocean to join the father and husband, who had been in America for about 18 months preparing a home for his family. For three years they lived in Illinois then came to Kansas, arriving at, or near, where the city of Seneca now is, on the evening of Nov. 16, 1856. Choosing a location on Illinois creek they have remained there since. Mrs. Roots was the first white woman that ever saw the creek or located on its beautiful banks. The country was new and wild, yet with a firm purpose characteristic of the bravery and energy of this noble family of pioneers, the wilderness was made to bloom as the rose, and a home of happiness and plenty crowned the declining days of these good people who are known and respected all over this county.
The family is now broken, the mother has gone from the forest and field, from the orchard and garden, from the home which she made happy with her presence, but not gone from remembrance, for kind words never die, and love is stronger than death. Mrs. Roots was highly respected and much loved by all who knew her, as was attested by the large number of people who attended her funeral mingling their tears with those who wept that day for the dear departed one, and paying their last tribute of respect and affection to the memory of this good woman who was noble in life and lovely even in death.
She leaves an aged husband, four sons, one daughter, 29 grandchildren, 20 great-grandchildren and many friends to mourn their loss, but she has gained the victory by conquering the last enemy, death, and gone to live forever.
Beautiful and comforting funeral services were conducted at the house from Revelation 21st chapter and 4th verse.
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From an unidentified newspaper clipping, circa 1889:
Died, at her home on Illinois Creek, Nemaha county, on Wednesday, Oct. 2, 1889, Mrs. Hannah Roots, wife of John Roots, aged 78 years, 7 months, and 7 days.
Hannah Durrant Roots was born at Dorking, in the county of Surey, England, of poor but honorable parents. She moved with them in her eleventh year to the city of Rochester, county Kent, and in her twentieth year on Thursday, November 14, 1830, was married to John Roots in the Parish church of Chatham, also in the county of Kent. Here she toiled along with her husband until July, 1853, with but little hope, excepting that which gleamed from the bright eyes of her seven rosy children, and as she looked them over each night as she laid them to rest, a new thought and resolution took possession of her mind, and she counciled with her almost dishearted husband, breathing a new life into his soul, and as she has often related to the writer, this brave and fearless woman sold all she possessed in the world to raise money to enable her braver husband to pay his passage across the blue Atlantic in search of some brighter prospects, while she to shelter herself and family retreated to the Parish poorhouse. Her self-denying confidence in the man she loved was soon repaid; for in sixteen months by incessant labor he sent her money enough to take her and her family to a new home which he had in the meantime prepared for them in Illinois. Those, who like this noble woman, have left all their kith and kin and crossed the treacherous deep can understand and appreciate the sterling worth of such an one; but she had as yet only began her new life. After some three years working in various parts of LaSalle county, Ill., they turned their faces to the setting sun and again bade adieu to their friends and started for the territory of Kansas in October, 1856, arriving at their destination, near the site of Seneca, in the evening of November 16, 1856. Here was a time to try the soul; this brave woman, alone as it were, with her babes, in a wild wilderness, not a white woman within miles of her, her only female companions being Indians of the Otoe tribe, with little or no money, and the blue vault above alone for shelter. But she was not daunted by her solitude. She labored on with her brave companion and lived to receive the blessing of many a weary and wayworn traveler, none of whom passed her home without receiving all the assistance it was in her power to render. We, who survive her, have all partaken more or less of the fruit of this brave woman's labor, which paved the way to the comfort and happiness we now enjoy. Let us then bow our heads in reverence to her name, and may the recounting of her worth stimulate us to emulate her noble and self-denying character, so that when we too shall be called to pay the last debt of nature, the children of men shall gather around our grave as they have hers, moistening the sod with tears of sympathetic gratitude for the deeds wrought in human kindness by hands now laid at rest in the silent tomb.
"Here rests a woman, good without pretense;
Blest with plain reason, and with sober sense;
No conquests she, but o'er herself, desired,
No arts essayed, but not to be admired.
Passion and pride were to her soul unknown,
Convinced that virtue only is our own
So unaffected, so composed a mind;
So firm, yet soft; so strong, yet not refined
Nature, as its purest gold, by labor tried;
The saint sustained it, but the woman died."
"For real worth let friendship drop a tear.
Who knew her best lament her most sincere.
In all her actions, generous, just and kind;
Her regulator was a virtuous mind."
John Fuller, Sr.
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