Cash - Braxton - CW
Source: Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, June 16, 1899
Saturday afternoon Braxton Cash, a prominent farmer, living five miles sou thwest of the city, died very suddenly. He was in a surrey and driving north on Green street with his wife, a young son and daughter. When directy in front of the Music Hall he suddenly exclaimed to his wife: "Oh help me, I am dying." He dropped the reins and his head fell back in to the arms of Mrs. Cash, who rose quickly from her place on the back seat. She began to fan him and called to Fred Harrington, who was on the sidewalk. Several other gentlemen ran quickly to aid and the horse was led to the office of Ristine & Harcus. Mr. Cash, as pale as death was lifted tenderly out and carried to the consultation room. Those who saw him at once realized that he was a dying man, and indeed, he lived but only a few moments after being placed on the couch. He was never conscious after his exclamation to his wife. The family had left home about one o'clock and the first thing Mr. Cash did on reaching town was to secure some medicine for himself. He had been troubled with heart disease for several years and had been complaining Saturday morning of his condition.
Mr. Cash was about 60 years of age and was a man esteemed by everyone. He was raised in the south and during the war served in the confederate army. Soon after peace was declared, however, he came here and made his home. He was twice married, his first wife being a Simpson. Their one child, Sam Cash resides in this city. Mr. Cash's second wife was Miss Laura Wolverton, and she with three children survive him. The body of Mr. Cash was taken to Barnhill's undertaking establishment at 3 o'clock to be prepared for burial and was taken to the family home in the evening. - kbz
Source: Same Rattlesnake Items
-- Braxton Cash was born in Rockbridge County, Virginia, September 15, 1839, died June 10, 1899, aged 59 years, 8 months, and 7 days. He was a soldier in the confederate army. After the close of the war he came to Indiana. He was married to a Miss Simpson, she dying leaving one child. He was marri ed to Miss Laura Wolverton in 1880. To them were born four children, one dying in infancy. He leaves a wife, two sons, and one daughter and a host of friends to mourn. He was a member of the Masonic order and was buried in the honors of that order. He was a man of many good traits of character. He will be greatly missed by his family and in the community in which he lived. His funeral was preached by Elder Davis at the home Monday and his remains we re laid to rest in the Masonic cemetery. So ends a useful life. = kbz
Source: Crawfordsville Weekly Journal Friday, 16 June 1899
On the 12th inst. there occurred in this place a scene seldom witnessed anywhere and never before here. It was the occasion of the funeral of Braxton Cash, an ex-Confederate soldier who served in Stonewall Jackson’s black horse cavalry. He was buried by Montgomery Lodge F. A. M., No. 50, of which order he was a respected member. In the ranks of masons there were twenty one ex-soldiers of the Union Army. Surrounding the grave and in the rear of the Masonic Lodge, assembled some fifty or sixty members of McPherson Post, No. 7, G. A. R. and other Union soldiers. The remains were borne to the grave, the casket draped in the starry banner against which he had fought, yet re-adopted as the banner of a reunited country. At the conclusion of the ceremonies of the Masons the soldiers of the blue formed a circle around the grave, when Major Travis spoke as follows:
“Comrades, we have assembled at the grave of this dead soldier to pay our last tribute of respect. He was a Confederate soldier, but nevertheless a brave soldier and we think not today of the differences of thirty five years ago. All animosities have ceased. There is no north, no south, and but one flag waves over our beloved land, and the graceful folds of that flag rests upon the casket of this dead soldier today. While the brave men of the south pay tributes of respect to our dead who lie in their midst, we come to mingle our tears with theirs and show our respect for one of their comrades who has died among us. This is right and as it should be, for we are one people, with one flag.”
The boys in blue then filed around the grave of the boy in gray, depositing a sprig of evergreen upon his remains. Beneath these tributes of respect the ex-Confederate sweetly sleeps in peace, his last march ended, his last battle fought and he silently bivouacs in the tentless field of the dead where he calmly awaits the bugle call when the blue and gray will be marshaled under one flag, the flag of peace. - thanks to much to "S"
