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Note: July 13, 1937 Newspaper Unknown: John J Conway Dies Near Osgood John J. Conway died at the home of his sister, Mrs. F.J. King, a short distance northeast of Osgood, Tuesday evening. He became ill while shopping in Graettinger in the afternoon. Funeral services were held in the Graettinger Catholic Church this (Thursday) morning, with Father Kelly officiating. Burial was made in St. John's cemetery at Emmetsburg. The pallbearers, all nephews, were: J.W. Conway, Tom and John Nolan, Lawrence Hickey, J.E. Conway and James King. The Foy Funeral Home was in charge. The deceased was born in Canada in September, 1863. Thus he was almost 74 years of age at the time of death. He came to Palo Alto county with his parents when three years of age. Most of his life was spent in farming, with the exception of a few years during which he was employed as an auto mechanic in the Twin Cities. After returning to Palo Alto County he made his home with his sister, Mrs. F. J. King. In addition to Mrs. King, he is also survived by another sister, Mrs. J.W. Hickey, of the Osgood locality. Mr. Conway was a likeable gentleman and made numerous friends who will be sorry to hear of his deat John J. Conway, died 1937, age 74. That would be "Uncle Jack". In those depression years, I recall him driving up to Fred Beschorner's farm in Vernon Twsp. with his horse and buggy, and a "few" fish. Uncle Jack loved to fish. He would catch the limit of 25 bullheads up at Mud lake and then catch 25 for Tom. Tom was the horse. Uncle Jack was uncle to my aunt Maggie Beschorner. He brought Maggie a mess of fish knowing full well he would be invited to dinner and to stay over for a day or two, also. He always teased us kids. He would put on his hat and coat and declare that he was leaving - and tell the kids that they couldn't go along, when in fact he was not going anywhere. He always had the tip of your nose in his fist with that old trick of pinching your nose between the knuckles of his first two fingers, then displaying the tip of his thumb between those two fingers. Uncle Jack raised potatoes in the peat bog up in Northern Vernon Twsp. Once, when asked how his spuds were doing, replied: Well sir, yesterday I opened up a hill and three bushels rolled out before I could close up the hole ! This was the Uncle Jack who married Aunt Al Hickey. Neither married again after a very short wedded life. Aunt Al was the one who baked the biscuits you "could knock a bull down with, or knock a hole in he barn door with." How could one ever forget (Great) Uncle Jack ? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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