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Thursday April 10th, 2025

Tribute to Florence Dalley

(The following tribute to a departed friend was written by Pearl Wight)

Many people who have lived in Belle Plaine that past twenty-five rears, know the gentle lady who was so crippled with arthritis that she could only walk supported by a crutch and cane and spent much time in her chair, altho still maintaining her home on Sumner Street, which became the meeting place for many friends and neighbors - and there are some who will remember the tall, well-built, beautiful woman who took such an active part in church and civic life before she was stricken with illness. She had a beautiful singing voice and sang in the choir of the Methodist church, and at many public occasions. She and her dear friend, Flora Powers, later Mrs. Max Reitz, sang together often and in quartette with J. Byrum Cain, Max Reitz or perhaps L. E. Barbour, Harry Hatfield, Jas. Dull, Charles Forney, Lee Harrison or other day singers. Many will remember her as clerk in the Foltz Bros. dry goods store.
Florence was of the older school of gentlewomen. Her parents were pioneers. Her father, Henry T. Dalley, a native of New Jersey, came to Ohito to visit his sister and family and there met the pretty, sprightly young woman, Mariah Duer, eighteen years old. He courted her and on July 31, 1851 they were married. They lived near Elmira, New York, and in Ohio, but the west kept calling them and in 1868 with seven children they started westward by wagon. Arriving in Missouri that fall friends persuaded them to spend the winter there which they did, and a daughter, Cora, later Mrs. Will Hatfield, was born. Bad luck overtook them in the death of their horses by eating mouldy corn. Mr. Dalley was a carpenter and plasterer and he worked at his trade and supported his family and bought another team. In the fall of 1869 they came on to Woodson County, Kansas and acquaintances there persuaded them to come on to the new county of Sumner, and they arrived here in March 1871. Several places were open and they finally decided on a farm on the Cowskin creek, south-east of the newly organized townsite of Belle Plaine, which is still the Dalley farm.
On this farm Florence, their tenth child, was born, January 13, 1872. A little sister, Lizzie, the youngest child, died when six years old. The father died in 1885 and five years later Florence and her mother moved to town. Florence attended school, graduating with the Class of 1892. Other members of her class were Nellie Haythorn, Oliver Holliday, John Forney and Ephraim Lawless.
November 9, 1890 she became a probationer in the Methodist Church and, as things were done in those days, was accepted into full membership the following July, under the ministry of Rev. J. F. Irwin. The rest of her lifetime was spent in christian faith and service. Although deprived of the activities of life she was always busy. She painted with skill and her pictures are in the homes of friends, or she was sewing or writing, and until the last weeks of her lifetime she wrote with remarkable clearness.
Her mother lived to the advanced age of 95 years, and a very close companionship existed between them during the last quarter century together. Her sister-in-law, Mrs. Bertha Dalley, and other relatives spent much time with her at different times, but she depended most on her niece, Miss Bernice Clodfelter, who with her mother, Mrs. Sadie Codfelter, gave her a home and care the past two years.

When we go home, think you ‘tis true
That we shall know as once we knew-
You speak with me and I with you-
When we go home?

When we go home I hope to see
A lovely face look straight at me,
Unchanged from what it used to be,
When we go home.

When we go home, it must be so,
From out the shades of long ago
Will come the friends we lost below
When we go home.

-J. L. Scott

Sourced: Belle Plaine Library from Microfilm. I am unsure of the publication/date. I re-typed the obituary from rather illegible copies.

This cabinet card is circa 1890s.

"La Musica de San Anto" Mural

Last week came the news that this splendid mural acknowledging numerous San Antonio based musicians and historic musical venues had been painted over.

Apparently, the new owner of the building was unaware that the mural was owned by the San Anto Cultural Arts Center which utilized community input and more than 30 of their artists to create it back in 2009.

sanantonioreport.org/westside-mural-paying-tribute-to-loc...

"La Musica de San Anto" Mural

Last week came the news that this splendid mural acknowledging numerous San Antonio based musicians and historic musical venues had been painted over.

Apparently, the new owner of the building was unaware that the mural was owned by the San Anto Cultural Arts Center which utilized community input and more than 30 of their artists to create it back in 2009.

sanantonioreport.org/westside-mural-paying-tribute-to-loc...

"La Musica de San Anto" Mural

Last week came the news that this splendid mural acknowledging numerous San Antonio based musicians and historic musical venues had been painted over.

Apparently, the new owner of the building was unaware that the mural was owned by the San Anto Cultural Arts Center which utilized community input and more than 30 of their artists to create it back in 2009.

sanantonioreport.org/westside-mural-paying-tribute-to-loc...

"La Musica de San Anto" Mural

Last week came the news that this splendid mural acknowledging numerous San Antonio based musicians and historic musical venues had been painted over.

Apparently, the new owner of the building was unaware that the mural was owned by the San Anto Cultural Arts Center which utilized community input and more than 30 of their artists to create it back in 2009.

sanantonioreport.org/westside-mural-paying-tribute-to-loc...

"La Musica de San Anto" Mural

Last week came the news that this splendid mural acknowledging numerous San Antonio based musicians and historic musical venues had been painted over.

Apparently, the new owner of the building was unaware that the mural was owned by the San Anto Cultural Arts Center which utilized community input and more than 30 of their artists to create it back in 2009.

sanantonioreport.org/westside-mural-paying-tribute-to-loc...

"La Musica de San Anto" Mural

Last week came the news that this splendid mural acknowledging numerous San Antonio based musicians and historic musical venues had been painted over.

Apparently, the new owner of the building was unaware that the mural was owned by the San Anto Cultural Arts Center which utilized community input and more than 30 of their artists to create it back in 2009.

sanantonioreport.org/westside-mural-paying-tribute-to-loc...

"La Musica de San Anto" Mural

Last week came the news that this splendid mural acknowledging numerous San Antonio based musicians and historic musical venues had been painted over.

Apparently, the new owner of the building was unaware that the mural was owned by the San Anto Cultural Arts Center which utilized community input and more than 30 of their artists to create it back in 2009.

sanantonioreport.org/westside-mural-paying-tribute-to-loc...

Is this is meta?


One of several projects, that explore photography as evidence amongst other ideas.
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Flâneuring around my home town, in winter. I rarely get lost in the true sense of the word but often get lost in my surroundings.

Here in the winter rain stands a peculiar urban overlap - advertising infrastructure now presiding over an empty construction site, like an entertainment marquee announcing a show that never arrived. The navy columns, originally raised to hoist billboards into commuters' sight-lines, now stand guard over puddles and possibilities, their original purpose made irrelevant by whatever development was planned then paused.

The weathered control box between them sits like an artefact from one era stranded in the transition to another, probably once humming with electricity to illuminate whatever messages blazed above, now just another piece of detritus among the construction site's scattered props. Near it, the fallen witch's hat and its companion bollard speak to more recent ambitions - safety equipment abandoned when this site's second act as a construction project also fell into intermission.

July's winter rains have democratised the scene, soaking the earth where foundations were meant to be, slicking the columns that once served commerce, and glossing the scattered leaves that blow across this double-abandoned space. It's a layered urban palimpsest - first billboard, then building site, now waiting in the wet winter cold for its next transformation.

The yellow leaves and persistent weeds frame this stalled moment of change, while somewhere in the planning offices and development meetings, decisions are being made about what this corner of the city might become next. For now, it holds these contradictions in perfect tension: past advertising glory, interrupted construction, and future possibilities, all caught in winter's pause.


One of several projects, that explore photography as evidence amongst other ideas.
Blog | Tumblr | Website | pixelfed.au | Instagram | Photography links | my Ko-fi shop | Off Ya Trolley! | s2z digital garden | vero | Dpreview albums | my work archived on trove at the National Library of Australia.

yesterday I had to put one of the ponies to sleep. Sometimes what is left behind is mentally hard.

Locked under key and chain.


One of several projects, that explore photography as evidence amongst other ideas.
Blog | Tumblr | Website | pixelfed.au | Instagram | Photography links | my Ko-fi shop | Off Ya Trolley! | s2z digital garden | vero | Dpreview albums | my work archived on trove at the National Library of Australia.

"Quick capture of the pizza box umbrella?"

To be continued...

Old Shed

Old Trailer

Former Sugar House

Former Sugar House