tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376485905771945684.post3309746805822064573..comments2024-03-04T17:59:07.208-06:00Comments on Liberty or Death: Treasures of Small Town Iowa: Eli Hoover's GraveBethany Carsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06583914285773271009noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376485905771945684.post-87696774060236898782023-08-06T17:02:53.690-05:002023-08-06T17:02:53.690-05:00On a trip through Iowa, my daughter and I stopped ...On a trip through Iowa, my daughter and I stopped in Hubbard. It is the place of my fathers birth in 1892. Hoping to find more about his family farm we stopped at the city hall and was directed to the funeral home for more information. The gentleman there was headed to the cemetery and suggested we accompany him. I knew my dad was from the Hoover family, but didn’t know much more. He directed us to the Eli Hoover grave stone. We were totally fascinated with the inscription. Upon returning to San Diego I brought up my family tree only to discover that Eli was my great grandfather. His daughter, Mary Jane Hoover was from his second marriage, and she was my fathers mother. She married Gerald Harvey and my father was their son. Dad was raised in the Friends Church, and loved the Lord, passing away in 1979. He was a gentle and loving father, with a ready laugh. Thank you for your post, it brought back a wonderful memory.Charlyn Harvey Hadanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376485905771945684.post-12457861677254446092023-06-21T08:43:16.966-05:002023-06-21T08:43:16.966-05:00How neat! That is impressive!How neat! That is impressive!Bethany Carsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06583914285773271009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376485905771945684.post-9539006946596565062023-06-20T23:54:51.124-05:002023-06-20T23:54:51.124-05:00Thank you for posting this. My father, grandparent...Thank you for posting this. My father, grandparents and great grandparents are also buried in this cemetery. I remember always being fascinated by the Hoover tree gravestone as a child. My grandfather, Henry Bunte, was the sexton of the cemetery until 1953. He used to mow the whole place with a push mower!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com