Samuel Prisk, Hillgrove, died 1910
The Armidale Chronicle, Saturday, 10 September 1910
Death Of An Old Resident.
On Saturday morning last Mr. Samuel Prisk, who had resided in Hillgrove for over 20 years, died suddenly. Deceased, who had been suffering for a considerable time from miners’ complaint, and who 12 months previously was a patient in Armidale Hospital for some weeks. On the morning of his death, he got up as usual, had breakfast, and was going into his garden, when he stooped down to lace his boot, and expired. It was naturally a great shock to the family.
The late Mr. Prisk was a quiet, unassuming man, respected by all who came in contact with him, and was very popular amongst the miners, having worked at the Baker’s Creek Mine during most of his sojourn here. He was a comparatively young man, being only 48 years of age, and leaves a widow, one daughter, and three sons to mourn their loss. The funeral took place on Sunday afternoon, and was very largely attended – scarcely a miner that did not follow his remains to their last resting place, while the cortege was headed by members of the Protestant Alliance Lodge, of which he was an old. member. The Rev. Mr. Holden officiated at the grave-side in a most impressive manner, while a favourite hymn of deceased’s, “Abide With Me,” was sung by those standing around the grave-side. At the conclusion of the minister’s service, Mr. J. Gardner, Chaplain of the Alliance Society, read their burial service.
The funeral arrangements were in the hands of Mr. Robt. Morrow.
Headstone at Hillgrove Cemetery, Hillgrove, NSW.
Samuel Prisk (c.1862 - 1910), married Mary Jane (details unknown) Children: Joseph Henry (1886 - 1935) William Thomas (1888 - 1966) Mary Catherine (aka Catherine Mary) (1890 - 1948) Richard (1898 - 1976)
William Thomas Prisk was a butcher in Hillgrove in 1913. All three sons were butchers in Guyra in 1920 (Prisk Bros., “The People’s Butchers”).
I love the detail that was once included in such reports: “… he got up as usual, had breakfast, and was going into his garden, when he stooped down to lace his boot, and expired.”
It reminds me of a report of the death of one of my great grandfathers. He set himself alight while lighting is pipe in bed: “Seizing some bedclothes his daughter put out the flames and sent for Dr. Bulmore, but the patient gradually sank, and died at 1:30 p.m.” Gradually sank indeed.
https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/15190801?searchTerm=&searchLimits=l-publictag=Alfred+Bodicote+BURNE
Jon Bunne
May 24, 2020 at 7:11 pm