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Elizabeth Watson Woodrow

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Birth	:	11 Dec 1749 USA
Death	:	19 Sep 1821 Highland County, Ohio, USA
Burial	:	Hillsboro Cemetery, Hillsboro, Highland County, USA
Coordinate	:	39.2140600, -83.6035400
Description	:	Please refer to Page 247 McBride Cemetery Book ------------------------------------------- "The News-Herald" Hillsboro, Ohio June 18, 1914, Image 1 Obituary of Clifton House Excellent Article on Old Landmark of Hillsboro by Mrs. C. Roads Life of Our Ancestors in Early Days is Entertainly Described and Humorously Compared With That of Present Time The editor is indebted to Mrs. Conard Roads for the following entertaining and instructive article on the Old Clifton House which will be thoroughly appreciated by our readers: "Ebeu Fugaces... O Clifton House, the wreck of thee Inspires diverse apostrophe. Thy passing calls faint tear or sigh From those who've watched thy glory die; A monument to time is gone-- Script down to... Read More	Please refer to Page 247 McBride Cemetery Book ------------------------------------------- "The News-Herald" Hillsboro, Ohio June 18, 1914, Image 1 Obituary of Clifton House Excellent Article on Old Landmark of Hillsboro by Mrs. C. Roads Life of Our Ancestors in Early Days is Entertainly Described and Humorously Compared With That of Present Time The editor is indebted to Mrs. Conard Roads for the following entertaining and instructive article on the Old Clifton House which will be thoroughly appreciated by our readers: "Ebeu Fugaces... O Clifton House, the wreck of thee Inspires diverse apostrophe. Thy passing calls faint tear or sigh From those who've watched thy glory die; A monument to time is gone-- Script down to one poor corner stone; No more Olympic savor soars Adown thy phantom corridors. No more is heard the laughter free Of old time flower and chivalry In vanished rooms of late consigned To night hawks and to tiger blind, That made thy ruin seem to us Some ghost besieged sarcophagus; And so thy walls to dust return From which they sprung and slight concern It gives those thoughtless hordes who are Disposed to christen thee bete noire, Thy day is done - Fate rings thy knell Ha! then, Old Nuisance, and Farewell. The razing of the old Woodrow House is a matter of congratulation to the populace at large, but there are a few sentimentalists as yet unstung by the materialistic bug, ready to organize a sobfest over the destruction of a historic landmark. Time has a peculiar way of hiking over the stepping stones of its dead self to higher things, and it remains the province of Memory to strew a primrose or two along the course of its relentless Marathon. Some day a boiler foundry may rise Phoenix-like from the ashes of El Karnak and a brewery or soap factory flourish on the wreck of Stonehenge. It is the business of Progress to accomplish such commercial miracles. Ol' Josh Woodrow little guessed that his substantial homestead would one day give place to a modern armory. Neither did he visualize one of his kinsmen in the Presidential chair. But even if his prophetic soul had grasped these two developments, he probably wouldn't have cared a tinker's cuss. He was the man of the hour in his own bailiwick, and the issues of that hour sufficed him. He wasn't exercised over what the coming century might bring forth. Travelers who came to his house, came by coach or on horseback, and took time to enjoy his hospitality. Supplies, other than what the soil yielded, came overland in ox-carts from the Ohio river port at Ripley. Guests gathered around the big fireplace in winter or out under the trees in summer and talked about affairs almost as vital to the public weal as those that are being settled on the Highland House stoop or in the Parker House lobby today. Canal tolls, ABC mediation, The River of Doubt and Mellen's malodorous melange were matters undreamt of in their pioneer philosophy. They discussed Perry's Victory, Waterloo, President Monroe and his as yet undoctored doctrine. Hard cider, rather than grape-juice policies engaged their interest. Birds, chickens and frogs gave orchestral accompaniment to their deliberations, with an occasional wild cat obligato from the surrounding wilderness. Stars and pike bowls afforded the nightly illumination. No screaming motor siren, locomotive or factory whistle fractured the Arcadian solitude. The women in Hillsboro in that day seemed to have enjoyed life with all of its limitations. The burning issue of equal suffrage never disturbed their gentle dreams. They never knew the ecstasy attendant upon a dansant or a bridge breakfast. They quilted co-operatively for fun and pared apples for the communistic billin'. In winter they went to singing school and learned to trill moss grown lyrics like Ben Bolt and Barbary Allen. Or to spelling school and rattled off words that would put the skids under any modern club dame and send her spinning into the ditch of orthographic despond. The Woodrow ladies of a hundred years ago were the proud owners of the first ingrain carpet and horse-hair furniture in town, and perhaps the first melodeon and lard oil lamp. Judged by modern standards, their state parlor must have looked about as cheerful as a morgue with its stiff upholstery, its deluxe hair-wreath under a glass globe, its what-not laden with daguerreotype case, conch shells, bisque shepherdesses and such vitu, and its marble topped center table bearing up the home library which likely included Fox's Martyrs, Pilgrim's Progress, Josephus and current copies of Littel's Living Age. That was before the day when Art revived and demanded "Looey Kanz", mahogany from Grand Rapids magical automatic pianos that play everything from the "Sonato Pathetique" to "Too Much Mustard", gilt cabinets stuffed with objects d'art culled from the treasuries of the Orient via Vantine's and priceless tapestries direct from looms subsidized by Montgomery Ward. The Woodrow dining room, however, would tax the descriptive genius of Lucullus or Fra Elbertus, both gentlemen being some bear-cats when it comes to the subject of dietetics. Roycroftie boards underfoot, windows darkened to keep out the flies, cool sweat beads on the silver water pitcher, old fashioned roses in a blue vase on the white deal table and a bare legged Hebe ready to serve everything delectable from mugs of frothy milk and rosaries of home-grown sausage to flaky hunks of mulberry pie. A century from now. a crumbling armory will be replaced by an air-ship depot like as not, and some necrologic post will wax tearful over the good old pioneer days of 1914. But of the two extremes, the first picture seems most beautiful, away back a hundred years ago when the Woodrow House was new and Highland County had as yet no moral or political need of contact with the Gold Dust Twins. Helen P. Roads

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Where is Elizabeth Watson Woodrow's memorial?
Elizabeth Watson Woodrow's memorial is located at: Hillsboro Cemetery, Hillsboro, Highland County, USA.
When did Elizabeth Watson Woodrow death?
Elizabeth Watson Woodrow death on 19 Sep 1821 in Highland County, Ohio, USA
Where are the coordinates of the Elizabeth Watson Woodrow's memorial?
Latitude: 39.2140600
Longitude: -83.6035400

Family Members:

Spouse

Joshua Woodrow Sr.

(1746 - 1830)

Children

Isaac Woodrow

(1768 - 1861)

Joshua Woodrow

(1774 - 1860)

Rachael Woodrow Trimble

(1785 - 1870)

Joseph Woodrow

(1789 - 1832)

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Coordinate: 39.2140600, -83.6035400

2. Saint Marys Catholic Cemetery
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Coordinate: 39.2118988, -83.6108017

3. Norman V. Statzer Memorial Garden
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6. Fenner Cemetery #3
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Coordinate: 39.2350006, -83.6389008

7. Fenner Cemetery #2
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Coordinate: 39.2383003, -83.6477966

8. Fenner Cemetery #1
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Coordinate: 39.1986008, -83.6549988

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10. Resthaven Memory Gardens
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12. Creek Cemetery
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13. Hansbrough Cemetery
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Coordinate: 39.2543983, -83.5693970

14. Zink Cemetery
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Coordinate: 39.2463989, -83.6500015

15. Pleasant Hill Cemetery
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Coordinate: 39.1658983, -83.6274208

16. Chapman Cemetery
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Coordinate: 39.1741982, -83.6496964

17. Kelley Cemetery
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Coordinate: 39.1596985, -83.5892029

18. Highland County Infirmary Cemetery
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Coordinate: 39.1820100, -83.5432520

19. Glascock Cemetery
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Coordinate: 39.1613998, -83.6408005

20. Duckwall Cemetery
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Coordinate: 39.2131192, -83.6835334

21. Ambrose Cemetery
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22. Fall Creek Cemetery
Highland County, USA
Coordinate: 39.2594660, -83.5458280

23. Hightop Cemetery
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Coordinate: 39.2831001, -83.6031036

24. New Light Cemetery
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Coordinate: 39.2106018, -83.5102997