Il est marié avec Louise M. Barnes.
Ils se sont mariés le 19 février 1850 à DuPage Co.Illinois, il avait 24 ans.
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Jonas and Salome Blank, good Pennsylvania stock , gave to the world a large family 4 sons, Jonas, Harrison, Jesse, Aaron were well known in this section of Illinois. These who lived, toiled and loved among you are held in tender memory of all. Mr . Aaron Blank was born on June 17, 1825 and left this world for a better one on January 20, 1914, a span of life of nearly ninety one years. He came to Illinois in 1840 and married Miss Louise Barnes in 1852. This home remained unbroken save for the death of a little daughter, for 66 years. None of these years were happier than the closing years. Their married life was spent in the states of Wisconsin, Iowa and Illinois. Mr.Blank's 90th birthday was a time of celebration and rejoicing , 4 generations gathered together in the merriement of that glad day. Perhaps no one present had quite the satisfaction over the event as did the frail wife and the daughter Mrs J.G.VanNess. It is not easy to sum up the characteristics of this unobtrusive man. Some line of the immortal poem The Villiage Blacksmith chase through my mind as I think of Mr. Aaron Blank. "His hair is crisp and black and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat- He earns what'er he can. And looks the whole world in the face For he owes not any man." One of Mr. Blank's eminent good qualities was his HONESTY. He was honest in speech. He was brief in what he had to say, his sincere words carried weight. "Did Aaron Blank say that ? Then it is true." His word was his bond and bond enough. He was honest in his dealings with people. His active years preceeded the plunging , hectic , speculative period from which we have just begun to emerge. I hope but had he lived , the frenzied hurrah of the last decade would not have effected him. Does some one say" An honest man is the noblest work of God". Well God dies not make any other kind. Mr Blank gave God a chance to make him honest and He did it. Mr. Blank was honest from preference. He was honest in toil. By choice he was a carpenter, a cabinet maker, he spent many years learing his trade. How often have I heard his condemnation fall upon the cheap, careless or worse work of incompetent hands. Many buy the trade apron, pick up a hammer and saw and announce themselves as followers of the Nazarene carpenter. An insult to the toiler of Nazareth. Mr. Blank's work was the kind that "shall laugh at all disaster" so carefully did he do his work. Another characteric was his lack of love for money. He counted financial success of little importance. Money was of no value save as it contained the answer to human need, this and no more. Were his neighbors rich, there was no envy, they were welcome to its care. He was no spendthrift, each dollar must do its duty but he someway felt that by earning all he could, and using it wisely that no time of actual want would threaten his hearth. And he was right. Every need was met until there were no more earthly needs. He simply refused to worship money. He flung money shackles far afield and lived the simple trusting busy life. His affectionate disposition was rarely manifest, that is in words. But his thoughtful mind was always planning how to make home duties and tasks easier. His grandchildren were almost idolized, and his great grandchildren not less so. The writer of this unpretentious sketch had an opportunity lasting through many years to study this man closely, and marked appreciation of his character resulted. Mr.Blank was never complaining, always cheerful and grateful the years spent on in happy companionship. In harmony will all the other characterics of this quiet unassuming life were his views concerning his religious convictions and hopes. No doubt of things devine ever escaped his lips. Who among the middle aged people here today can ever forget the horse and buggy always half and hour early, that halted Sunday after Sunday , year after year at the door of the church in Wayne and the two worshippers who went into together to pay their vows in the Lord's House? And now they have entered into that House Not Made With Hands, to go out no more. It may be only fancy but perhaps as they crossed the threshold of that Invisible Home, youth was once more theirs and they sought some gracious place where surrounded by trusted friends of earthly days, they could again begin heavenly housekeeping even as they had their home on earth. Why not? Memory is immortal. We know our wives and children here , shall we know less in heaven than we know on earth? We shall know them there. Love is deathless. The joy of His children is the supreme satisfaction of our God. This was written by John G VanNess of 97N.E.60th St., Miami, Florida June 2, 1934
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