The Merediths Say "Good-Bye" to William Weekes, Lottie's Father

This necklace belonged to Viola Weekes, mother of Lottie Weekes Meredith (my grandmother).  It says "1891" on one side and "Mother" on the other.  One of Viola's children, Leroy, was born in April and died in August, 1891.  It's likely that William Weekes, Viola's husband, gave this to her.  Another child, Walter, died in 1894 and then Viola herself passed away in 1896.  That left just William, Lottie (9) and Lewis (7).

I don't have a picture of William, though perhaps one day I'll find one.  Born in Wilkes-Barre PA on Aug. 14, 1844, William moved to Chicago in 1872, according to his death certificate.  That was the year after the Chicago Fire, when workmen of all kinds were pouring in.  So William, a carpenter, packed up his tools and moved to Chicago, where there was plenty of work to be had.  The following excerpts from Ruth Meredith's 1928 diary are not in Pieces of a life. 

Tuesday, Sept. 25, 1928  -  "My Grandad (Mama's father) had a stroke & Mama & Papa had to go & take him to a hospital.  He's not expected to live long.  Folks just got back & ate a little supper.  9:50"

Thursday, Sept. 27, 1928 -  "Grandpa is not breathing so hard now.  Isn't expected to live past morning."

Friday, Sept. 28, 1928  - "I am almost sick with a cold & just at present am alone as the folks are at the hospital and Jimmie is at a parade."

Saturday, Sept. 29, 1928 - "Grandpa died at 6:30 this morning.  Mama, Papa & I had a lot to do to arrange matters besides go to register so as to vote."  Ruth also mentions her cold again.

Sunday, Sept. 30, 1928 - "Cold worse.  The whole family including John went to the Undertaker this afternoon for a few hours.  Irene came in the evening.  At lunch we gave Mama her birthday gifts instead of tomorrow on Mama's birthday."

Monday, Oct. 1, 1928  - "Felt terrible all day.  Had the funeral & service at 2:45..  Mama feels quite sad."  Ruth mentions a few friends of her mother's whom came to the funeral.  She also said that her parents were out for a walk that evening.

 Lottie felt very close to her father, who ended his years in a boarding house, working occasionally as a handyman.  Younger brother Lewis died in the 1920s after having been mustard gassed in World War I.  He lost his balance while riding on a wagon and was trampled.