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Salem Pioneer Cemetery ~ John Fulton Ford ~ part of the Marion County Pioneer Cemeteries of Oregon
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John Fulton Ford
BORN: 17 Mar 1818 DIED: 10 Oct 1875 BURIED: 12 Oct 1875
BIRTH PLACE:  North Carolina
DEATH PLACE: Salem, Marion Co., Oregon
At his residence in this city, October 10th of paralysis, John Ford, aged 56 years, 6 months and 21 days. The funeral will be at his late residence, corner of Court and Capitol streets, today, at 2 p.m. Friends of the family are invited to attend. 
Daily Oregon Statesman 12 Oct. 1875 3:2 

Died, at his residence in this city, October 10th, of paralysis, John Ford, age 56 years, 6 months and 21 days. John Ford was born in North Carolina, March 17, 1819, but emigrated to the State of Tennessee in company with his parents at an early age, where he continued to reside until arriving at the age of maturity. 
Came to Oregon in the year of 1844, in company with Col. Nesmith, Jesse Applegate, Daniel Waldo, L. D. Keizer, his father-in-law, and others. Settled in Marion county then known as Champoeg county, in the fall of the same year, where he continued to reside up to the time of his death. 
Deceased has left behind, to mourn his loss, his wife, three sons and three daughters, and a large number of friends throughout the state. 
Oregon Statesman 16 Oct 1875 4:2. 

IN MEMORIAM. The good, noble-hearted John Ford has gone from our midst, and "the places that knew him will know him no more." Just as the church bells pealed forth for morning services, on Sunday morning, Oct. 10th, "He passeth hence-a friend from loving friends, a father from his children." 
When the news came to us that such a true friend as John Ford will greet us no more, that we will feel the clasp of his friendly hand never again, we mourn--and well we may, for no one knew him but to honor and respect him. He was ever ready and willing to lend a helping hand to the needy. In an early day, when houses and food were scarce, his doors were ever open to the stranger and traveler, and never did he turn a stranger or a weary worn traveler from his door. And to receive anything for favors bestowed upon those who availed themselves of his hospitality, he would have scorned the idea as beneath him. It was well said of him that it was a "greater blessing for him to give than to receive." 
At the last Pioneers' reunion he remarked, "There are but few old Pioneers left; they are passing away one by one, and soon I expect to be at rest with them." Death presses his icy finger upon our friends, and they are called from our midst. "To his bereaved abode, the fireside chair, The holy household prayer, Affection's watchful, his lips that blest. The lurefull lips that soothed his pain, With the dear name of 'Father' thrilling through his breast He cometh not again. His was the upright deed; His the unswerving course; 'Mid every thwarting current's force, Unchanged by venal aim of Flattery's hollow reed; The holy Truth walked every by his side, And in his bosom dwelt companion, judge and guide. Serene, Serene, He pressed the verge of this terrestrial scene, Breathed soft, in child-like trust, the parting groan,-- Gave back to dust its dust, to Heaven its. Own. O, thou, whom grieving love Would blindly pinion in this vale of tears, Farewell! It is a glorious flight for faith To trace the upward path above this clime Of change and storm, We will remember thee At thy turf-bed and, mid the twilight's hour Of solemn music, when the buried friend Comes back so visibly, and seems to fill The vacant chair, our speech will be of thee." That my rest may be as calm, and my memory as pleasant, is the ardent wish of a Brother Pioneer. 
Weekly Oregon Statesman 23 October 1875 3:3
DOS 12 Oct 1875 
WOS 16 Oct 1875 4:2
WOS 23 October 1875 3:3
LOT: 035 SPACE: Ford Vault - left LONGITUDE:  LATITUDE: 

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