. -Transcribed from the manuscript of 'Life and History of Warren Eugene McCord' written in 1908/9 (pages 379 - 380b)
 

Chapter 41

  On Friday evening, November 13th, 1913, I received a message from Hallie Hayward saying, 'Father passed away at seven fifteen this evening.' In June Jud went into the woods to look over a tract of timberland thinking he could stand as much as when he was a younger, over-did himself, and as was afterwards found by post mortem examination, aggravated his old disease of cancer of the stomach. In Chippewa Falls, in 1877 he was taken with bleeding from the stomach and that was likely the same cause, and after it passed off at that time, he was troubled except slightly at times, until the final attack.

On August first he was compelled to take to his bed from which he was never again able to arise. He realized long ere the ending that he could never get up, and long for the end to approach. To illustrate the clearness of his mind, and his gigantic will power; he retained consciousness up till the very last and conversed with his wife less than two hours before his death, and two days prior told his son and son-in-law what disposition to make of some personal property, describing a team of horses, giving their weight, color, peculiarities, etc., but death was stronger than he and he was obliged to go. He was prepared and awaited it with true Christian spirit, and well founded faith in the blessedness, and laying aside all earthly cares passed through the silent waters of the ever flowing stream, to enter the bounds of everlasting bliss, from whose satisfying borne no earthly traveler ever returns. At his bedside when the messenger called him, were all of his children whom he blessed with his last fleeting breath, giving then each wise council, as had always been his custom, and assuring them that he was willing and eager to go. He left his family all well provided for, giving each of his three children, Emma, Myron, and Hallie, $50,000 worth of stock in his gold and silver mine; his wife Martha, $100,000 of the same, and the balance of his property, about $150,000 he divided equally amongst them. And thus passed away one of the most energetic men that it has ever been my lot to meet. Having known him for over fifty years I know that there was no guile in his make up. He was uprightness itself. In all his dealings, he hewed close to the line, letting the chips fall where they might; full of charity for frail humanity, but slow to forgiveness for deception or untruthfulness. He was buried from in residence in Tacoma, the Blue Lodge conducting the funeral with an escort of Sir Knights. We deposited his remains in that beautiful white mausoleum out near Lake Steilacoom, where the beautiful Masonic burial ceremony was performed amid friends and relatives, and there may he rest in peace:

He has gone to that home where his parents await him,
With their friends here on earth they may mingle no more
But hands clasped in hands hey will stand in a circle,
To welcome their loved ones that land on that shore.

From: W.E Mc Cord
555 Sherlock Building
Portland, Oregon
November 14, 1913

To: Appleton, Wisconsin
Dear Ward,
  Mr. Hayward died last evening at 8:15 and will be buried from his house at 2:00 pm. I will go up on the train tomorrow morning leaving here at 7:25 arriving there at 12:35.
  There is a lot of old fashioned grip going the rounds here. Mrs. Mc Cord has it very severely.
  Things are pretty quiet here in a business way and will remain so, I think until about April first next. Then if the Conway Bill is soon passed I think times will get better. There seems to be quite a lot of inquiry about timber. People seem to be getting the information to be ready for a boom when it starts but are parting with very little of their hard earned cash. I traded my ranch off with all the stock and furniture and so forth and the forty acres adjoining it and paid $1,450.00 to boot for seven million feet of fir in the southeast of Oregon City. I find it is fine timber, for miles from the electric lines. Now I presume I will have to try to pick some more to go along with it to make enough for an operation.
  I guess I wrote that we found Mc Cord's body and buried it in the River View Cemetery.
  I had a letter from Brodrick saying he will soon send a statement of scale.
Yours truly,
W.E. Mc Cord
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