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Rush Medical College opened in 1843 in Chicago, IL, with 22 students.  The school was named for Dr Benjamin Rush, who signed the Declaration of Independence and was known as the Father of American Psychiatry.  A doctor with “Rush” training was highly respected on the prairie of the American West during the 19th century.

At that time there were a lot of quacks running around hawking their wares and promising instant miracle cures.  Anybody could call themselves a doctor and many did, selling ointments, salves, and other concoctions made from turpentine, creosote, and even heroin.  However, the mainstream doctors at the time weren’t much better.  Their course of action was bleeding, purging, and blistering.  No wonder people turned to the quacks.

There was another arm of the medical profession.  The Native American Indian used herbal, homeopathic medicine.  Some physicians known as “Eclectics” followed this tradition and relied on herbs and other home remedies.  This movement existed from 1825 to 1939.  The leaders of the movement were interested in researching all possibilities and were never able to nail down a certain methodology.  Therefore they eventually ceased to exist but their approach was popular with the people and helped to change the medical profession.

Due to the French and other explorers, by the year 1830 there was a large catalogue of plants with information on their medicinal uses.  These Eclectics, or reformers, who rejected the lancet and mercury, had plants growing on the American prairie readily at their disposal.

Although my Great Grandfather graduated from the Rush Medical College in 1891, he is listed as an “Eclectic Physician” in the Iowa State Gazetteer and Business Directory 1882-1883.  It seems he received his more formal training later in life.  It is too bad his life was cut short because I it sounds like he was good at what he did.

“Dr J. C. Beard died on Monday morning, September 5, 1892, after a long illness, at the home of his father in Washington Township.  He was aged 37 years, 2 months and three days.  Dr Beard was born July 2, 1855.  He was brought up in Ringgold County.  He read medicine in the office of Dr S Bailey of this place, and in March 1891 graduated in the Rush Medical College at Chicago.  In 1888 he married Miss Howell, daughter of W.I.F. Howell.  He practiced for a time at Lyons, Kansas, but since last May, at Tingley, Iowa.  He fell prey to tuberculosis.  It had been making insidious progress for years though serious symptoms have been developed more recently.   Dr Beard gave promise of taking high rank in his profession, being a good student and possessing in a marked degree the aptitudes essential to success.  He was a self-possessed and well poised character, and made himself available to all.  His most intimate friends knew him to be clear headed, posessing good habits and principles.  He leaves a wife and four children, three daughters and one son.  The wife, father and friends have much sympathy in their loss.  The community feels that a life of great promise has been cut short.  The funeral took place Tuesday, September 6 from his father’s home, and the services were conducted by Rev. BD Himebaugh and the remains were buried in the north cemetery.”

I had to look up “insidious” since it didn’t seem to fit.

In-sid-i-ous

Adjective:

  1. Proceeding in a gradual, subtle way, but with harmful effects.
  2. Treacherous; crafty.

But now that I think about it both definitions could fit in this context.

As an aside, the photo is not of my Great Grandfather.  I could not find a photo of him.  This photo is of his parents, my great, great, grandparents. My great great grandfather, Alexander, died at age 77, seven years later. His claim to fame was being an elected official and moving to 5 different cities across Indiana, Illinois, and Iowa.  His wife is Miss Harriet Jones whose “people” came to New Hampshire from England in the early 1600’s.

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Kinner Holliser 1806

I have read several articles lately comparing Expats to Immigrants.  I suppose immigrants are a type of expat, at least in the beginning.  Landing in a foreign place, not knowing the customs or often the language.  Some expats never return to their home country, like immigrants.  Since my ancestors were immigrants, I suppose my roots of adventure lie there.  I have done some research on my family over the years and many of them were pioneers traveling in covered wagons, farming the land, running the village grocery store.  I came across this story about one of them who was living in Connecticut at the time – John Hollister, born in 1612 in Bristol, England and died in 1665, Wethersfield, CT.

Speaking of the peaceful relations existing between the early settlers of Wethersfield and the Indians, Chapin, in his “Glastonbury for Two Hundred Years,” pp. 12-13, says:

The nearest approach to hostilities that has come to our knowledge is furnished by the following tradition in regard to John Hollister, which has been supplied by a member of the family abroad: While Mr. Hollister resided on the west side of the river, he was accustomed to come over and cultivate his land at Nayaug, unprotected by company. On one occasion, a huge, stalwart Indian, claiming to be the most athletic and powerful man of the tribe, appeared before him, saying that he had been told that Mr. H. was the stoutest pale-face in the settlement and proposing a trial of strength in a fight. Mr. H. assented, and at it they went. After engaging in combat until both were wellnigh exhausted, they agreed upon a truce, and sitting down on a log, rested themselves. Having recovered breath and strength, they fought again, and again rested, fighting and resting until sundown, when neither having conquered, they exchanged tokens of friendship, and ever after lived in peace.