James Haddow was a soldier
And used to shot and shell
No matter what his tasks might be
He did his duty well.
When the war was over
He cared no more to roam
Then he bent all his energies
On building him a home.
He settled East of Barlow
On the old ancestral farm,
And there he reared his family
Safe from war’s alarm.
And there he built his earthly home
And conquered every strife,
He gave the job his very best
Helped by his good wife.
Three stalwart sons were born to them
Then five daughters came.
A splendid family they were
And proud to bear his name.
Robert was the eldest son
Who full of youthful zest,
Went to seek his fortune
Some where in the West.
Fremont was the next one
Although he was quite young
Followed in his brother’s path
Toward the setting sun.
James M. was the youngest
Who was not so bold
He still lives with his sister
Altho he is growing old.
Elvie was the eldest girl
Who at 25 years or sooner,
Was bound in matrimony
With A. S. Richards Junior.
Then Lucy was the next in line
Who from her duty did not flinch
She made the great adventure
With Mr. Wallace Henry Lynch.
Miss Clara was the next fair child
To answer the old love call
And she united fortunes
With a gent name Buel Ball.
Miss Myrtle was the next in line
Whose voice is now concealed,
Started down the road of life
With a man named Chas. Canfield.
Electa was the baby girl
And of course the family pet
Quite early in her girlhood
Was wed to Oscar Bartlett.
Father time has poised his scythe
He watches us each hour,
And ever and anon
He clips a precious flower.
The family chain is broken
Some have gone to rest,
But we hope to sometime greet them
In the regions of the blest.
