Biographies and Obituaries
In loving memory
George Washington Peery
A biography written by his Granddaughter
      
      Written between 1900-1910.
      
Born in old Fort Hawkins in Indiana
        There was fear of an Indian raid and all the settlers took refuge in
          the fort, and there he was born in 1814. While he was still a young
          boy he had smallpox. I have heard that he and his brother were shut
          in their bedroom and a large dishpan full of dried apples with lots
          of juice was placed on the table. The boys were told to drink the juice
          whenever they felt thirsty. They were given no other food or drink.
          Perhaps they had a light case, or else the vitamin C (not to be discovered
          for another hundred years) in the apple juice gets the credit, but
          both recovered with no scars at all. And in those days it was common
          to see people with faces fearfully pitted by smallpox scars. Grandpa
          Peery was a stern, upright man careful and industrious and prudent.
          I have heard mother say that he always carried a gold piece in his
          pocket, he was never without money. He was a God fearing man, reading
          his bible constantly, able to quote chapter and verse in arguments
          with neighbors, for in those days there was much argument about religious
          doctrine. The old Bibles has fine print and grandpa Peery would hold
          the book on the other side of the candle as he read. He read his hymn
          book too and had a good memory for hymns.
        He was not a jolly or light hearted man. Mother said when she and her
        brother and sister were small, they never dared play in the evenings
        when their father was at home, but if he happened to be a away, grandma
        would let them make as much noise as they liked. This little brother
        and sister died, and mother had no other playmates, so she was a serious
        and lonely child. Other children were born later but by the time she
        had the habit of aloneness.
        Indiana was still new country in those days, but not like Kansas. It
        had thick woods that travelers could get lost in. It was dangerous in
        a storm at night coming through the woods too, but woods or prairie,
        Grandpa Peery never lost his sense of direction, he always knew which
        way was north. And the mud was deep, especially in the spring when the
        ground thawed; he could walk without getting boots muddy.  "I look where
        I set my foot" he said. 
        He was a stern father and his children even when grown, obeyed him.  "as
        long as you are in my house you will take my orders." He told his sons.
        And I have heard my mother say that she did not dare to linger at the
        door even for a few minutes when Lewis Cunningham, who was courting her,
        brought her home from church. He wanted to talk a little and couldn't
        understand why she must go right in, but she knew her father.
        There was a neighbor named Schooley who had a bad habit of getting drunk
        and chasing his family out of the house. When he was sober he was a fine
        man, and everybody liked him. But one winter night he got drunk and chased
        his family out in the snow, and then, annoyed buy the ticking of the
        old clock, tossed it out too. Finally he went to sleep and slept it off.
        Meanwhile his family had taken refuge with neighbors. The next day the
        men of the community got together and decided Schooley must be disciplined.
        Eight or ten of them went and got him, tied him to a post and proceeded
        to give him a horsewhipping. Each man gave a certain number of lashes,
        so that the guilt, if there was a prosecution, would be equally shared.
        When my grandfather's turn came, Schooley looked up a him and said "I
        never thought you'd do this to me George"  My grandfather said, "Well
        William, I'm sorry I have to, but something HAS to be done!"  As the
        story goes, the man never drank again, and made no effort to have his
        friends punished for their disciplinary measures. In later years he ran
        for Legislature and they all voted for him. He was elected. In later
        years my grandfather was bedridden with bronchial trouble. He took comfort
        saying over to himself passages from the Bible. He said he read the Bible
        more than he ever did meaning he read it from his memory. In younger
        days he had taken part in public debates on doctrinal point, and was
        known as a remarkable Bible learned man. He lived to seventy nine, dying
        most peacefully. He had been set up in a chair while his was made and
        he was talking with his daughter (Aunt sis) who had come in from the
        country to see him. Suddenly he turned his head aside and said "I feel
        sick" and
        he was gone. 
        
      Note: George Washington Peery was the son of James and Nancy Peery
      
      Photo of George and Margaret Peery
Contributed by: David Peery
