William (Doc) Cochran Stout (1845- 1910), Harriett E. (Hattie) Morgan (1842–1928) Married (1872)
We are blessed to have so many memories handed down by our mother and father (Harriette Anderson Kaser and Paul Kaser) in taped interviews and written notes. Today I’m going to share my mother’s favorite Stout family love story.
But first, a peek behind the curtains of genealogical research. One of the most valuable resources for finding out about life in the 1800s comes from local histories and biographies that were being written during that time. Thus we have from the Biographical Record of Holmes County, 1889, this little biography of William C. Stout, (If you want to know more , I talked about William Stout’s education last week here.)
Because the Stout family lived in Guernsey County, an earlier guide to that County (1882) talks about William Stout’s mother, Emmaline, and her father, Col. William Cochran who served in the war of 1812 and married three times. The Household Guide and Instructor with Biographies, History of Guernsey County, Ohio, by T. F. Williams, says that Emmaline and her husband Isaiah Stout (deceased before 1882) had 12 children, of whom eight are living. It mentions that “Their sons Joseph and Jacob helped defend the country in the late ‘unpleasantness.'” I’m still trying to unravel how many children they actually had and what happened to Joseph and Jacob. [Note: I am now convinced they could not possibly have been the children of Emmaline and Isaiah, but instead were brothers of Emmaline. The confusion comes from the arrangement of the sentences in the History of Guenersey County.]
To set the stage for Harriette Kaser’s love story– the small town of Killbuck grew along Killbuck Creek. In the 1800’s people still pastured milk cows in the low lands along the creek, and brought them in to town across the bridge each day.
There are three long parallel streets through the town–Water Street (beside the creek), Main Street, and Railroad Street (beside the railroad track. The downtown district consists of Front Street, which enters town via a bridge over Killbuck Creek and runs perpendicular to the three main streets. Everyone coming into the town from the south crossed over a bridge over Killbuck Creek. Now, here’s Harriette Kaser:
Mary Morgan owned a great deal of property in Killbuck at the time. I’ll be talking about her and her two husbands later. Mother told me that Doc Stout and Hattie went to Topeka Kansas for six months, so he may have been relocating near his brother who was a lawyer in Hutchinson Kansas.
A scant ten months after Hattie and William were married, they had their first child, William Morgan Stout. Soon the doctor built a small office next to the Mary Morgan home on Main Street. When they had two more children, the house that Mary Morgan had been living in was too small for them, and they added on to it, creating the large family home I have pictured here before.
My mother told me many more stories about William and Hattie and their ongoing love story. Two of my favorites have to do with gifts. Once he went to a medical convention in Chicago and bought a hall mirror for her and had it shipped to Killbuck. (It stands in my living room.) I can’t imagine what a nightmare it must have been to ship it. I know it has been a challenge to us whenever we move it.
He bought child-sized umbrellas for the children and fur coats for the adults
Another time, when his wife was out of town (perhaps visiting my great Aunt Maude in Buffalo), “Doc” missed her so much that he went out and bought a complete new set of china and crystal and new silverware to greet her on her return.
Their love story had a sweet beginning, and never ended.
Good to hear a story with no dark side to it. I’ve heard Dr. S spoiled Vera outrageously. Note she stands holding his hand in the photo, while Maude, her Mama’s favorite?, stands with Hattie. Great-uncle Bill, who looks to be a young teenager here, sits appropriately independent between the parents and toward the back. Maybe the photographer just posed it for standard composition, or maybe the photographer had an artistic sense of how to show family relationships. However, knowing something of the temperament of that clan, I suspect they each told the photog just where and how they intended to pose. As to the photo of the Stout boys, you don’t need a cutline to tell which two are the docs, which is the banker, and which is the rancher, do you?
I see that family picture that way, too.In fact I said almost the same thing–https://ancestorsinaprons.com/2013/06/aunt-maude-bartlett-entertains-queen/
I agree about the Stout boys, too, but I was a little confused about which name went with which profession. I think mom had them wrong in her note on the back of the picture.