SOMERS T. HICKMAN                              

Pleasanton Observer-Enterprise, Thursday, Jan. 30, 1913

Died:  Jan. 20, 1913

Obituary.

  Somers T. Hickman was born at Chambersburg, Ill., March 8, 1840, and died at his home in Pleasanton, Kansas, Jan. 20, 1913, being at the time of his death 72 years, 10 months and 12 days of age.

  Mr. Hickman was the fourth child of a family of eight, three sisters and four brothers, all of whom but three have preceded him in death.

  He grew to manhood in Illinois where he first engaged in teaching and later in farming.  At his country’s call he enlisted in Company H, 68th volunteer infantry of Illinois, and took his place with his comrades in the great civil strife.  Oct. 4, 1865 , he was married  to Miss Harriet Chase.  In 1867 they came to Miami co., Kansas where they resided to this vicinity and have since lived, with the exception of 18 months spent at Williamsburg, Kans.  In youth he professed faith in his Savior and united with the Christian Church to which he has remained faithful.  He had lived a pure life among his fellowmen and has done much for both relatives and friends.  His aged parents, Sthamen and Angeline Hickman spent the last years of their earthly life with them.

  He leaves to mourn his departure his faithful and devoted wife, a foster daughter, Mrs. Melvin Baugh of Emporia, Kans., on brother, Henry L. Hickman of Quincy, Ill., who was with him at the time of his death, and Mrs. Lucy Knowles of San Bernardino, Calif., besides other relatives and friends.

  Mr. Hickman was a firm believer and great worker in the cause of Prohibition and all temperance moves.  When he felt he was right he was firm and always lived up to his convictions.  He was honest and conscientious in his business dealings and greatly enjoyed the social side of life.  He was a kind husband and father, a good and obliging neighbor and friend, a man you felt you could trust.  He was of a cheerful disposition; inclined to look on the bright side of life.  During his sickness and suffering he was always patient.  Every care that doctors and nurses and loving hands could bestow was given him, yet we must bow and say, Father, Thy will, not mine, be done.