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http://www.irelandoldnews.com/Galway/1909/APR.html ---------- Two youths, Thomas Kelly, 17, and Laurence Curley, 16, in a spirit of play, started to throw potatoes at each other in a Galway potato field. The first named chanced to hit Curley on the back of the head, from the effects of which he died. Kelly, who was brought up at the Galway Assizes charged with his companion's death, was released by Judge Johnson after five minutes' detention. ----------
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My Sister's Sculpture My Mother told me about it when I was around 6 years old. She told me I wasn't an only child, I was one of two little girls. You see, she told me that when I was first born along with my twin sister, she died the evening she was born. She never told me why or how she died.or when they had the funeral for her. She told me about my Father going into a deep sense of mourning, and so to let us never forget my little sister my Father made a sculpture ofher. She was painted to every last detail. Her cute blue eyes to the little dimples in her cheeks. My Father would copy me as a reference since we were twins, and as I grew up I thought the sculpture was of me, but now that my Mother cleared this all up I felt more close to the sculpture than I did before. It wasn't long until I noticed that every year; on my birthday my Father would replace the sculpture and now the sculpture looked the same age as me, as if the sculpture would follow me as l aged. My Father continued to do this well into my teenage years, capturing her older and more mature features and the change in her face. On my 18th birthday I realised I could not sleep. I was wondering how my Father made the sculpture so detailed to me so late into the night. Perhaps he took a photo of me and paints it in every detail? I was curious. So I desided to creep my way downstairs to see if could catch my Father making the sculpture, and as l peeked my head around the kitchen door I felt all the colour of my face drain. There, on the Kitchen table my Father was injecting the “sculpture” with a liquid as he whispered "You will always be my little sculpture." as I watched the “sculpture's” hands twitch.
When one of my friends was born, the doctors told her parents she wouldn't live past a week. Then, they said that she would live, but she wouldn't be able to walk. Yesterday, at 17, we were walking through the mall together. She helped somebody in a wheelchair, saying "That could be me" She GMH Mar 22, 2011 at 7:00am by Emma G, Dallas
Over a century ago, the woman was encouraged to keep her child after she's considering pregnancy termination. "your baby could be an artist or grow up to be a world leader" they had said, so she kept it and went to give birth to a baby boy c. 1888 He's named Adolf

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http://www.henrycomo.us/Death%20Records/hdeath.html HAKE, Leonard S. - 38Y married white male farmer - b: Jul 12 1912 Montrose, Henry Co, MO - d: Apr 14 1951 Jefferson Barracks, St. Louis, MO - fth: Anthony J. Hake - mth: Mary Calwei - spouse: Angeline E. Hake - usual res: Rt 2, Fair Grove, Greene Co, MO - informant: VA Hospital Records, Jefferson Barracks, MO - cause: cancer of pharynx - bur: St. Ludger Cemetery, Deepwater Twp, Henry Co, MO - filed as: Leonard S. Hake, file no: 15136 http://www.sos.mo.gov/images/archives/deathcerts/1951/1951_00015132.PDF
r/TwoSentenceHorror 5 yr. ago spenceyfresh As death came for him, his life flashed before his eyes. He remembered everything his birth, his trip home and the blank look in his mothers eyes as she forcefully held him under the bathtub's water.
Cavan Observer Published in Cavan, county Cavan September 4, 1858 AWFUL ACCIDENT.--On Sunday morning, a woman named Emily WYNDHAM, came by a most sudden and lamentable death in her residence, Bond-street. The poor woman had been standing on a stool, in her own kitchen, reaching for something on the top of a press, when the stool gave way from beneath her, and she fell on her head on a cradle beside where she had been standing, and, sad to say, broke her neck. She expired in a few minutes after the dreadful accident. The unfortunate woman was the wife of a labouring man, and has left six children, the youngest being three months old.--"Belfast News-Letter."
‘Crying isn’t going to help’ by HonestRage She's gone, all because of him. Dead. He killed my wife. She'd still be here, if it's not for him. If only he could speak with reason; I could’ve let him live long enough to explain. But that was obviously not going to happen. After all, he was born just a few minutes ago...
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The Cork Examiner, 1 May 1846 CORONER'S INQUEST—INHUMAN CONDUCT A SWEEP ROASTED ALIVE An inquest was held on Sunday, at Barrington's Hospital, on the body of Michael O'Brien, a chimney sweep aged eight years, who was burned to death in the flue of a chimney in Patrick-street, on Saturday evening, which he was forced to descend by his master, Michael Sullivan, although the chimney had been on fire since early in the afternoon. The body of the unfortunate creature presented an awful appearance, being literally roasted and mangled. We subjoin the evidence of the witnesses which will speak for itself— Thomas Costelloe, of Garryowen, labourer, deposed that he was in Mr. Mathew Ryan's house, in Patrick-street, on Saturday evening, where he saw two sweeps, Michael Sullivan (master) and Michael O'Brien (apprentice) aged eight years ; was present when Sullivan compelled the climbing boy to ascend the chimney ; shortly after being sent up, the boy cried out, he was burning, and Sullivan called him down ; Sullivan then brought the boy up to the top of the house, and directed him to go down through the chimney, which he did ; in about two hours after, witness saw Michael O'Brien taken out of the chimney dead ; deceased had objected to go down the chimney, upon which Sullivan seized him by the arms and forced him up stairs ; heard Mr. Ryan desire Sullivan not to send the boy up the chimney if there was any danger. Catherine Ryan, servant in the house, sworn—I heard Sullivan desire the little boy go up Mr. Ryan's chimney for the purpose of cleaning it ; in about 15 minutes after I heard the boy cry in the flue, and say he was burning ; he then came down the chimney, and Sullivan caught hold of him by the leg, and pulled him into the grate of the fire-place ; he beat the boy with a leather belt so severely, that the little fellow threw himself on his knees, and said I will go to the top of the house, and come down through the chimney ; I saw Sullivan seize him by the arm, and carry him up stairs to the top of the house ; the boy was subsequently taken out of the chimney dead. The jury returned the following verdict—“Michael O'Brien came to his death from the effects of heat and suffocation, in consequence of having been forced to descend a chimney in Mr. Ryan's house, Patrick-street by Michael Sullivan.” The monster who was the cause of the boy's death has absconded. —Limerick Chronicle. Submitted by dja
🇮🇪 MAN CUT IN TWO ON RAILWAY Stephen Folan, who belonged to the Naval Reserve, was found terribly mangled on Sunday morning on the railway line between Craughwell and Athenry. He was returning from a course of naval training at Kinsale, and had £20 in his possession. It is surmised that he left the train at Craughwell, the next station to Athenry, and finding that it had departed on his return, he proceeded to walk along the permanent way to Athenry with a view to catching the Galway train. Apparently he was overtaken by a subsequent train and killed. The Tuam Herald, Saturday, April 3, 1909 Tuam, Co Galway 🇮🇪
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Everybody loves a fat baby. By Reddit user Purple_Mittens Everybody loves a fat baby. You can't help but pinch their cheeks, tickle their tummies, and grab a toe to play "this little piggy". They give the most contagious jolly smiles that brighten anyone's day. My baby is skinny. I've tried to fatten him up but he fights me every step of the way, refusing to drink his new formula and seemingly metabolizing things faster than I can microwave a bottle. Nobody wants to pinch my skinny baby and play peekaboo. People walk right by and act like he doesn't exist. Sometimes I feel like he doesn't gain weight on purpose, just to rob me of my gleaming years of motherhood. I know that's crazy, and then I feel guilty and cry because all I want is for my baby to be healthy. My husband says I have post-partum depression. But he's even worse. He locks himself in the bedroom and never comes anywhere with me and the baby. He looks at me differently, and I worry that he no longer finds my body attractive. Yesterday at the grocery store, someone called the police because they think I'm starving my baby. I keep telling the investigators that I'm doing everything I can to fatten him up but they won't listen. T hat's why I'm writing this statement for my lawyer. When he gets me out of here and gets me my baby back, I want to sue this department for slander. Not only do they say I don't deserve my baby, they call me "pathetic" and "mentally ill". What hurts me even more are the names they call my baby-"rotting" and "stillborn".
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KENNISON, Infant - 0D white unknown infant - b: Oct 15 1910 Brownington, Henry Co, MO - d: Oct 15 1910 Brownington, Henry Co, MO - fth: Elmer Kennison, born Henry Co, MO - mth: Willer Gibson, born Arkansas - informant: U. G. Strieby M.D., Brownington, MO - cause: abortion - bur: unknown - filed as: Infant Kennison, file no: 30480
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Mar 7 1917 Lewis S. Puterbaugh Mar 5 1917 6y, 8m, 19d From injurries doing acrobatic stunts on an iron bar at Meade St. playground. Survived by parents Mr. & Mrs. Peter Puterbaugh of Bethel St; 5 brothers, one being his twin.
http://www.sos.mo.gov/images/archives/deathcerts/1954/1954_00037183.PDF HANSON, Darrell Anthony - 14Y white male school boy - b: Dec 15 1939 Corder, Lafayette Co, MO - d: Dec 7 1954 Henry Co, MO - fth: James Hanson - mth: Thelma Hammond - usual res: Rt 4, Clinton, Henry Co, MO - informant: Mrs. Thelma Church, Clinton, MO - cause: bladder cancer - bur: Dec 9 1954 Englewood Cemetery (H), Clinton, Henry Co, MO - filed as: Darrell A. Hanson, file no: 37185 http://www.henrycomo.us/Death%20Records/hdeath.html
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KELLER, Elizabeth Ann - 0Y white female infant - b: Dec 19 1937 Bogard Twp, Henry Co, MO - d: Dec 19 1937 Bogard Twp, Henry Co, MO - fth: Wallace Keller, born Clinton, MO - mth: Martha E. Kerns, born Stewartsville, MO - informant: Henry S. Kerns, Clinton, MO - cause: malposition of child, born deἀd - bur: Dec 20 1937 Urich Cemetery, Bogard Twp, Henry Co, MO - filed as: Elizebeth A. Keller, file no: 45494
KUPKA, Vennie Frank - 28Y single white male farmer - b: Oct 27 1910 Missouri - d: Nov 26 1938 Clinton, Henry Co, MO - fth: V. Kupka, born Czechoslovakia - mth: Bissir Nemoe?, born Czechoslovakia - informant: V. Kupka, Appleton City, MO - cause: accident, caught in tractor belt - bur: Nov 28 1938 Appleton City Cemetery, Appleton City, St. Clair Co, MO - filed as: Vennie F. Kupka, file no: 39289
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--On Saturday last, Francis, the only son of Mr. MALLON, of Mullyards, came by his death under the following circumstances: Fastened to a beam in his father's house, the boy, who was just ten years old, had a swing, in which he used to seat himself by standing on a form. It appears that on this occasion there happened to be a halter thrown over the same beam. When the boy was about to adjust himself in the swing, the form on which he was standing upset, and in falling to the ground the headstall of the halter became entangled round his neck. There was no person in the house at the time; and the poor boy, unable to extricate himself, was almost immediately strangled. An inquest was held on the following day by Arthur R. KAY, Esq., coroner, and the jury returned a verdict in accordance with the facts.--"Armagh Guardian." http://www.irelandoldnews.com/Cavan/1858/SEP.html
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- BROWN, Clarence; r: Grant NE C. BROWN, Lyle; b ca1925; r: Grant NE .....d 1945 Jun, Sunk in Japanesse prison ship; POW; IR 1945 Jul 5 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- BROWN, E. R.; r: Palisade C. BROWN, Opal, b ca1921; .......badly injured, auto accident, N of Palisade; 1938; (I130) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
🇮🇪 Cavan Weekly News Published in Cavan, county Cavan SUDDEN DEATH. On Saturday night last, a man named John FAULKNER, residing at Aghaloora, near Kinaleck, was choked by a piece of meat sticking in his throat. This accident is becoming frequent in this neighbourhood, a man named DOWDAL having lost his life the other day at Finea from a similar case. This ought to teach people that good digestion depends very much on proper mastication of our food. December 6, 1878 🇮🇪
BALLINA CHRONICLE Wednesday, July 18, 1849 🇮🇪 DEATH BY DROWNING- Last week Patrick Fitzgerald, a private of the 39th Regiment, while bathing in the Moy, near Foxford, where a detachment of that regiment is stationed at present, was seized with cramps and was drowned before some of his comrades, who were looking on, could render him any assistance. 🇮🇪 BALLINA CHRONICLE Wednesday, July 18, 1849
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ʜᴛᴛᴘs://ғʟᴇxᴘᴜʙ.ᴄᴏᴍ/ᴏғᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡ/ᴛʜᴇ-ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ-sᴀɢᴀ ARTHUR SCUDDER AND THE GREEN PECANS ʙʏ Jᴇᴀɴ G. Sᴄʜɴɪᴛᴢ ᴏғ Bᴏᴇʀɴᴇ Tʜɪs ɪs ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜʙᴇᴅ sᴛᴏʀʏ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴛᴡɪsᴛ. I ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ Aᴜɴᴛ Esᴛʜᴇʀ. Iɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀ Sᴇʏᴍᴏᴜʀ, ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs Iʀᴀ ᴀɴᴅ Dᴏʀᴀ Sᴄᴜᴅᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ sᴇᴛᴛʟᴇᴅ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғɪғᴛʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅʏ sᴛʀᴜᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Tʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ʙʟᴏɴᴅ-ʜᴀɪʀᴇᴅ sᴏɴ, Aʀᴛʜᴜʀ Sᴄᴜᴅᴅᴇʀ, ᴅɪᴇᴅ Oᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 7, 1899 ᴀs ᴀ ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛ ᴏғ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴄᴀɴs. Hᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴇᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ. Iᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ: sᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴜsɪɴs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴠɪsɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ sᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴇ ᴏғ ɴᴇᴀʀʙʏ ᴘᴇᴄᴀɴ ᴛʀᴇᴇs ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ. Oɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜsɪɴs sᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴀғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ ᴘᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴄᴀɴs ғᴏʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Aʀᴛʜᴜʀ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴛᴇ ᴘᴇᴄᴀɴs ᴀs ғᴀsᴛ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ. Bʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ, ʜɪs sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ ʜᴀᴅ sᴡᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ɪɴᴛᴇsᴛɪɴᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ, ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. Tʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴠɪɢɪʟ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ, Iʀᴀ's “ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ,” ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ. Wʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ, Iʀᴀ Sᴄᴜᴅᴅᴇʀ ᴡᴀs sᴏ ɢʀɪᴇғ-sᴛʀɪᴄᴋᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀsᴇᴅ. As ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴅʀᴇᴡ ɴᴇᴀʀᴇʀ, Iʀᴀ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢʀɪᴇᴠᴇ, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ Dᴏʀᴀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʏɪɴɢ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ. Iʀᴀ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀ sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅs. As Iʀᴀ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ, ʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ᴀ ʀᴀʏ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ. Iɴ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ᴀ ʟᴀʀɢᴇʀ ʀᴀʏ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴs. Tʜᴇɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪs sᴏɴ ʜᴀᴅ ᴅɪᴇᴅ—ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ.
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