Mrs. Genevieve Webber Hastings Obituary
Oldest living Appleton Alumna
October 29, 1961
This town's oldest resident, Mrs. Genevieve Webber Hastings, who celebrated her 100th birthday Oct. 15, died Sunday morning at her home on Temple Hill. She was the widow of Frederick Allen Hastings. She had been bedridden for the past year and is survived only by a daughter, Miss Mildred E. Hastings with whom she resided. Mrs. Hastings was the oldest living alumna of Appleton Academy. She spent most of her life teaching and assisted in organizing Sunday School here. She retired from active teaching for the latter at 70 years old. She taught school here in local schools for 10 years and several other years in Boston. Mrs. Hastings was a member of the Seventh Day Adventist Church Conference, an active member of the local PTA and a member of the New Ipswich Historical Society. Services will be conducted Tuesday at 2 p. m. at the Nel- son Funeral Home in Greenville by Elder J. W. Clark of Rochester, Minn. Cremation will follow the services. Friends may call tonight at the funeral home.
Ladies in hats
Back Row (L-R) - Abby Beard, Ruth Clapp, Esther Smith. Front Row (L-R) - Genevieve Hastings, Mary Hopkins, Eva Willard, Caroline Lowe, Margaret White, Carrie Wheeler. Given by Miss Caroline Lowe.
One Hundred Formulas
George Carmichael donated a copy of Stephen A. Thayer’s “One Hundred Formulas” which was published in 1883. It contains recipes from everything from printing ink to pain killers. This magic “oil” will cure any disease.
WARNING: Please don’t try any of these “remedies”, many contain ingredients which have been shown to be harmful.
James Roger diary entry
November 13th 1908 (Friday)
Fine day cool westerly wind. David on roads down town. I fixed Miss Lee’s lot today. Got letter from Hamish, all well. He is looking out for new rooms. Dana Blood fixing stone in “Davis” lot. Got another letter from Hamish, shift change 8 pm to 5pm.
Genevieve Hastings was tirelessly attended to during her twilight years by her daughter Mildred, a neighbor of ours on Temple Road. My mother used to give them canned goods and other food. I recall that another lady, Miss Folsom, lived with them too.
What is this obsession with applying turpentine to the body in an attempt to cure various ills? It’s been mentioned as an ingredient in more than one of the allegedly curative and profitable formulas. Is it that the skin hurts so badly from its application that the resulting burning sensation temporarily masks the original ailment?