Enroled on the 20th of march 1862 as a private in company G in the 13th (subsequently 5th) regiment Missouri state Militia Vol. cavalry. He was discharged the 13th of april 1865 at St. Louis Missouri. Since leaving the service he lived 3 years in Missouri 34 years in Iowa and 10 years in Nebraska (this in 1912).

State census 1885 Rawls TWP,Mills,Iowa 112/112 TWP 71 range 42 sec 2 SE SE1/4

1880 census page 164-165 Mills County, Iowa shows James' parents both born in Pennsylvania, shows Matthew A.'s parents born in Ireland and Pensylvania.
In the 1870 Census of Nodaway twp., Andrew Co., Missouri, page 259, household 111, are James Goodfellow, age 25 who works for the railroad, Alice, his wife, age 17, who keeps house, and their son, Frederick, four months old.

Be nice to know if their "family home" that is mentioned is still standing in Ashland.
Obituary: James K. P. Goodfellow, Dec. 1916
Mike Ballou Posted: 27 Jan 2005 6:42PM
Classification: Obituary
Surnames: Goodfellow,Thompson ,Hurlbutt , Miles
Ashland Gazette: Dec. 7, 1916James K. P. Goodfellow Dies Surname Facts
Dies December 2, 1916 - Funeral Tuesday Forenoon.James K. P. Goodfellow was born in Wooster Ohio, August 26, 1844. He was reared at the parental home and spent his early boyhood on the farm. The family moved from Wooster in 1850, to Albia, Iowa
In March, 1862, when but 17 years old, he volunteered as a soldier, in the Union army, enlisting in the 5th Missouri cavalry. After serving four years and one month at the front, he received honorable discharge in 1865. On his return, he entered Tabor college, at Tabor, Ia., and later was successfully engaged in teaching in Mills County, Iowa.
On August 6th, 1869, Mr. Goodfellow was united in marriage to Miss Alice M. Hurlbutt, who survives him. From this union were born ten children, two of whom died in infancy. The others, Frederick H., Hugh C., Ralph A., Eunice M., James, Elsie A., Fanchion, and Robert; also one sister, Mrs. Helen Thompson, Argentine, South America; nine grandchildren; nephews, Edward and Joseph Miles; two nieces, Mrs. M. E. Jones, Dennison, Iowa , and Mrs. J. Keenan, Denver, Colorado.
.Mr. Goodfellow removed to Nebraska in 1901, and, excepting the time spent in Cherry County, Nebraska where he was engaged in stock-raising, the family home has been in Ashland.
His last illness was brief and was the result of an inflammation of the veins, from which a clot entered the heart, causing death, Saturday, December 2, 1916. Interment was made in the Ashland cemetery.Out of town relatives attending the funeral were: Mr. and Mrs. Robert W. Hurlbutt, Tabor, Iowa; Mr. and Mrs. A. T. Wilkins, Tabor, Iowa; Mrs. M. E. Jones, Dennison , Iowa; Mrs. J. Keenan, Denver, Colo.; Mr. Edward Miles and son, Dunlap, Iowa; Mr. Fred Weatherhead , Tabor, Iowa; Miss Jessie Wilkins
Crete, Neb.; Mr. Hugh Goodfellow, Merriman , Neb.

FRED GOODFELLOWMr. Fred Goodfellow died on last Thursday afternoon [Nov. 1, 1928] at Merriman of heart trouble. Mr. Goodfellow was a well-known rancher, who lived with his wife and son, Sidney, twenty miles south of Merriman. The body was taken to Ashland, Nebr., for interment, accompanied by Mrs. Goodfellow and her son.

Message Boards > Topics > Newspaper Research > United States > Nebraska Newspapers URL: http://boards.ancestry.ca/topics.news.us.ne/75/mb.ashx Subject: Goodfellow, Frederick Hurlbutt ŸSFredŸT; Obituary: Nov. 1928Author: Mike BallouDate: January 28, 2005Classification: ObituarySurnames: Goodfellow, Utterback, Schuelke Ashland Gazette: November 8, 1928Passing of Fred GoodfellowNov. 1, at His Ranch Home Near Merriman, Nebraska. Body Brought to Ashland for Interment.The announcement of the passing of Frederick H. Goodfellow came as a distinct shock to his friends in Ashland and vicinity. His death which was very sudden, occurred Thursday, Nov. 1, at his home in Merriman, Nebr., from heart trouble.For about twenty-five years Mr. Goodfellow and his family lived on his farm south of this city. He was one of the most highly respected and influential farmers of this community and was well liked by all who knew him. He sold his farm here last April and he and his family moved to their ranch near Merriman where they had since resided.Mr. Goodfellow was born in Savannah, Mo., March 14, 1870, and was the eldest son of Mrs. Alice Goodfellow of this city.He was married in 1893 to Ida B. Utterback, who still survives him. To this union were born two children, Sidney, of Merriman and Helen of Rochester, N. Y.Mr. Goodfellow united with the Methodist Episcopal church at Shenandoah, Ia., while attending school there, and had since been a faithful member of the church.Funeral services were held at the Methodist church in this city Monday afternoon at 2 o„aŸ0ŸLclock and were conducted by Rev. W. N. Wallis. After paying a fine tribute to the splendid character of Mr. Goodfellow, Mr. Wallis preached a very comforting sermon on the text, „aŸ0∂I go away, and come again unto you,„aŸ0 John 14:28. „aŸ0∂So much of our time,„aŸ0 he said, „aŸ0∂is absorbed in secular work, so much of the time we are shut away from each other, that we but very imperfectly possess each other . So in going away our loved ones may for the first time really become ours. No barriers now intervene. The unrealities, the material things fade away, and soul possesses soul. Excellencies of character that were but dimly recognized now stand out distinctively. We always see so much of the good that was in our friends after they are gone from us. Death cannot make us lose those whom we love. Their silent presence and influence remain with us to enrich our lives.„aŸ0Mrs. S. R. Parks sang, „aŸ0∂The Lord is My Shepherd,„aŸ0 and „aŸ0∂Going Home.„aŸ0 Interment was made in the Ashland cemetery, where his father, James Goodfellow, is buried.The pall bearers were old friends and neighbors of the deceased. They were: Messrs. S. R. Parks, Carr Parks, Arthur Jeffery, Emery McDowell, W. P. Bailey and Oscar Reece.Relatives from a distance who were present at the funeral were: Helen Goodfellow, Rochester, N. Y., Mrs. Arthur Schuelke, Wakita, Okla., Hugh Goodfellow, Creston, Ia., Ralph Goodfellow, Merriman, Neb., and Sidney Goodfellow, Merriman.


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From: Tigger_46 Tigger_46 <mailto:tigger_x46@hotmail.com>
To: Mark Goodfellow <mailto:marcusgoodfellow@hotmail.com>
Sent: Sunday, May 24, 2009 4:39 PM
Subject: RE: another obituary
I thought I would bring you up to date on what happened to Hugh Goodfellow Sr. I guess we see the names on a chart, but dont know much about the stories behind these. When I was a kid - I used to spend part of the summers at Jack Cobb's place, which used to be (according to Jack) my grandfather Hugh's place. As you know Genevra Goodfellow was his wife. At Genevra's funeral they remarked how - being rasied on that ranch, and later marrying the new owners son (jack), she spent almost her entire life on that place. My dad had told me that his dad (hugh) moved out there when he got out of college to join his brothers. When his Dad (James KP) died, he wanted to go back to Iowa. He couldnt have picked a worse time - as I guess the depression hit in that time frame, and he lost the farm he bought out in Iowa. The people he sold his ranch to (a family called Adams I guess) lost the ranch in the depression, so he never received the payments he was supposed to get .... anyway, since the bank was the top lien holder on the ranch, (Hugh must have been second lien holder), The bank became the owner, and later Jack Cobb's father bought the land from the bank. Poor Hugh Sr no longer had any payments comming in and lost his farm in Iowa. Dad said he then had a nervous breakdown. After that, he bought a really small farm in Iowa, and lost that too. He then moved back to Nebraska and worked for his Uncle Ralph on his ranch. (Ralph later helped Hugh Sr buy a farm up by gordon - which I lived on until I was around six). Hugh was not the luckiest guy alive, and ended up losing this farm when he decided to put down an irrigation system and borrowed heavily from the Gordon State Bank to do this. After four years of being hailed out, the farm was sold by the bank - and my dad (Dorland - nicknamed Hugh) went to work for my mom's father in a photography studio in Gordon. I always thought I was soo fortunate that Jack Cobb married genevra, and I got to spend a lot of time on my grandfathers ranch. Jack taught me how to Drive a car, Taught me how to ride a horse, how to put up hay, and pretty much how to ranch. He also taught me a lot of work ethics ... you didnt quit when you were sick of a job .. you finished it. Jack wouild be the main reason that I am still involved in agriculture instead of doing the computer work that I was trained to do in the Navy. (I have an Masters in Business Admin - and probably could have made a lot more money by living in a city and doing that kind of work - but I just like working with rural people. Guess I dont have too many regrets). There is a little story behind the Jack and Genevra romance. When Hugh SR announced that the family was returning to Nebraska (from Iowa) to work for Ralph, Genevra was pretty upset. Dad said she was the president of her class out in Iowa, and had no desire to return to the 'barren" sandhills. Anyway, guess she didnt have much choice in the matter. At her funeral, Tom Cobb told how they met. I had heard parts of this from my Dad too. When Genevra was younger, my dad said that she was extremely attractive - IE "total fox" in todays language. At that time, there was a cental place to get your mail out in the sandhills, as she was living at Ralph's ranch, she would go pick up Hugh's and Ralph's mail at this location. One day she and her sister Vivian rode out to get the mail, and there was Bill and Jack Cobb there to pick up their dad's mail. Jack was so flustered that he finally blurted out something like "do you come here to get your mail&#00063;&#00063;" which was pretty obvious... anyway Genevra cracked up laughing... and Jack was pretty embarrased. Anyway, Jack must have persisted, and Genevra spent the next 60 years on the same ranch she was born on. From living there a lot, I know that Jack was head over heals in love with her until she died. When she had to go to a rest home place in Gordon, Jack moved to Gordon also, even though he hated town living. He would drive all the way to the ranch and back every day - just so he could spend time with Genevra. We went to dinner with them once, and Jack spent the whole time fussing over her and making sure she was comfortable. As a side note, I used to ride over to your grandfathers ranch. It used to have a house on that place that wasnt in too bad of shape. The out buildings were pretty much gone at that time. Anyway, it was just about the right distance for a good horseback ride.I used to go visit all those ancestory sites, and one of them indicated that James and Hugh married two sisters - which if were true, we would be unusually related ... but I would suppose that with all the researching you have done, you would probably be correct in the fact that the two women were from different fathers... Anyway, you said a few weeks ago you like to know some of the background stories - so figured you might like this one... besides with it raining out,,, I dont have a lot more to do,, LOLRoger

I didnt know that Grandad Goodfellow wanted to be a pastor, but it makes sense. He has some bibles that have so much writing in them that its hard to read the text around the writing. I have one of the two that Dad inherited. Dad said that his dad Hugh and JP Goodfellow used to argue some about Hugh's religion. I doubt Genevra was one of JP's favorites either as she was pretty religious also. I remember her going to Eli to church on sundays alone. (This from an E-mail sent to Mark Goodfellow, b. 1945, by Roger Goodfellow, Grandson of Hugh Culbertson Goodfellow, b. 1877, E-mail dated 5, 24, 2009)

"Uncle Ralph," as he was usually called in the family was the big financial success of his generaltion. "K.P.", as his father was called, would send the boys out to western Nebraska at a very early age, to herd cattle thru the summer in the early days; later on he established the gigantic Spearhead ranch; a substancial amout of which is still owned by family members and in-laws as of September, 2003 when I, Mark Goodfellow, visited the area with my wife, Janna.
After a very short visit with Hugh Goodfellow, son of Hugh and Minnie Goodfellow, Ralph's brother and sister-in-law, in Douglas, Wyoming; Janna and I went east on highway 20 to Gordon, Nebraska. There we met Jack and Genevra (Goodfellow) Cobb. Genevra is the daughter of Hugh and Minnie Goodfellow and a sister of Hugh Goodfellow of Douglas, Wyoming.
Genevra, (at this date about 88) wasn't feeling well, but she told us several stories about family members (recorded elsewhere in this record). Jack, who'll be 93 on 20 Nov. this year seemed to be feeling fine and was very happy to tell me many, many stories about my father, who he knew very well as a boy and young man since they worked together many times over a number of years when they both were employed by the various Goodfellow ranches and brothers. Jack had never met James K.P.; Jack was only 6 when he died in 1916, and he had never met Fred Goodfellow, K.P.'s oldest son who by that time spent most of his time around Ashland, Nebraska where he farmed and worked for the power company. He also had never met Robert Goodfellow, K.P.'s youngest son, but Jack knew well the other sons, Ralph, Hugh, and Jim and mentioned that he'd met Eunice, who generally was called Jane by the family. They also knew Elsie, another daughter of K.P., but she and Genevra hadn't gotten along too well for some reason.
We arrived at Jack and Genevra's Friday afternoon, and they told us stories and asked questions for 2 or 3 hours till supper time. We came back again the next day about 10 am, and Jack was ready to take us down to the ranches that he and my father's family had been working on for, in the case of my older family members, well over 100 years.
We drove to the little town of Merriman, Nebraska, about 30 miles east of Gordon on highway 20 and turned south on the county road about 10 miles. Then we went east on a gravel road through the sand hills for several miles. We took off across the pasture for another mile or two and stopped on a bluff overlooking the Niobrarra River, where Louden creek joins it from the north. In the trees below Jack showed us where Jim Goodfellow's ranch had been; where many of his children had been born, including my father, and where his son Gerald had died at age 12. A few years after Gerald died the family moved up to the south side of the river, on the bluff, and Jack said he thought it was because my grandfather didn't want to keep being reminded of his lost son anymore. He told people that it was too inconvienient to live there because they couldn't get the car down to that house, but Jack thought it was more likly that Jim was still grieving over Gerald.
Many more stories that Jack told us are recorded in other places in this record.
While we were in Gordon Jack took us to see a fine brick house that Ralph had built at 720 Main street.
It appears to have been well cared for over the years and he said that my dad would have lived there when he went to his one year of high school which would have been about 1929 or so. Ralph's daughter, Belva, stayed there a lot before she got married. Jack didn't say whether the builders were Ralph's wife's Hattie's brothers from Tabor, Iowa, or some local contractors. The Weatherhead's were very good mason's and built a lot of the big buildings in western Iowa.

"I met Bill Goodfellow when I was in San Diego. Aunt Hattie was living with him and was so thrilled that someone in the family would come visit. She was blind most of my life and lived with Belva. We used to go see belva a few times a year. Dad had sort of grew up on Ralph's ranch, when they moved back from Iowa, and Belva was sort of like a sister to him. I liked Belva. Bill Goodfellow wasnt very well thought of by most of the family down here. I guess its probably just a bunch of rumors. You may have picked up on those from Jack. I knew Smoky very well ... he was at our house in Gordon a lot - he and my dad really liked each other. He had a great sense of humor.... and he really liked kids. Usually he brought Susan and I stuff when he came over. It really set everyone back when he had that accident -- it was probably more like a shock - it was hard to believe that happened for a long time. I can still hear his voice if i think back. Guess he was one of my heroes or whatever you call them. I met his sister once - all i remember is that she had red hair. From what I gather she wasnt that popular with most of the family. Ralph must have been a great guy. Dad grew up on his ranch, and I know Dad thought the world of "uncle" Ralph. Maybe it was mutual as when Ralph died he left dad quite a bit of money with instructions that is was to be spent to go to college. Dad said there was enough to go through college three times - but, he didnt spend it the way he was supposed to - he lost it farming. Simmons now live on the place Belva lived on. When Smoky was going to school he drove an antique chevy probly from the early 40's ..it was really cool, instead of being black like most of those cars were it was tan with a light brown interior. Dad said it was Ralph's car. It even had heated seats! I saw that car sitting along a fence line a dozen years ago, and asked Don (Simmons) if he would sell it. He said if I had a hundred dollars it was mine. He had taken the seats out and had put them where they couldnt get eaten by mice and stuff. I spose I should have bought it. Doubt there is much left now. Too bad I didnt take him up on it - that would have been a steal!" ( This from an E-mail from Roger Goodfellow, son of Dorland Hugh Goodfellow and Louise Purdy to Mark Goodfellow, b. 1945, on May 24, 2009)
Here are the people mentioned in the letter. Bill Goodfellow was Ralph's son William Allison Goodfellow, Aunt Hattie was Ralph's wife, Hattie Weatherhead Goodfellow, Belva is Ralph's daughter, "Smokie" is Bill Goodfellow's son who died in an airplane crash, (he was the pilot), near St. Johns, Arizona, 25 January, 1974. His sister, with the red hair, was Merian Delores Goodfellow, Daughter of Bill Goodfellow.

James was the "least" of the several brothers according to Vivian Goodfellow Rock, his cousin; daughter of Hugh Goodfellow. I met Vivian and Lawrence Rock when they came to some affair of a child of theirs who lived in Gresham, Oregon in the early 1980's.
My father, Marcus Allen Goodfellow never said much about his father. He told my Mother that his father was lazy and didn't get much work done. Apparently the family got some pipe to bring water into the house and the pipe laid around for years and didn't get put in.
27 March, 2007 I talked for a time with my Aunt Hulda, at this point the only one of her generation who is still alive. She said that her father was a gentle man. The only time she remembered him punishing her was, age 5 or 6, she did something and he swatted her with his straw hat. She said she cried for 2 days it was such a shock that her father was irritated with her.
Hulda told me of the time my father left home for good; about 1930. He was 15 years old and the family had had nothing but worry and trouble from him since he was about ten years old. His horse, given him by his father, had kicked Hulda and was showing a mean streak and Father Jim got the shotgun and put the horse down. Marcus became very angry and told his family as he left they'd never see him again. Jim said, and Hulda believes that it shows how troubled Marcus was, "good." That's all anyone said and Hulda believes they were glad he was gone. She certainly was.
According to Hulda the two oldest children, Bernadine and Marcus were a lot of trouble and had little connection with the other family members. Bernadine in particular was difficult, unhelpful, and eager to get away from the famly while Marcus, according to Hulda, had the family afraid of him to some degree from the time he was ten years old.
Hulda says that Gerald was a very nice boy and so was James, the youngest child. Her father was always tired, and , of course died of a heart attack at age 47. Several of the other men of the family in James generation had heart trouble.

After James, (son of James K.P.) died Clara tried to keep the ranch going but was always short of money. It was during the Great Depression and cattle prices were very bad. She went to Ashland to work there and made a deal with Marcus that he would stay on the ranch and run it while she, Hulda and James were in Ashland. Marcus had married a local girl, generally regarded as not amounting to much, who had some disability, and they were running the ranch. At some point Clara came out to the ranch and found that Marcus had done very little. He and his wife would dawdle the days away and the only thing Hulda could remember that they had done was hunt frogs and eat the legs. It stuck in her mind, it was such a strange thing to do.

Eventually James's brother Ralph found out that James's ranch, now in the possession of his widow, Clara, was going to be forclosed on by the bank. He wrote Clara a letter in which he said that he would "spare Clara the embarrassment of forclosure" and give her a small amout for the ranch. This was told to me by Jack Cobb, who thought Ralph should have helped Clara hold on to her ranch which he could easily haved afforded to do. Jack Cobb was a tall handsome cowboy, (according to Hulda all the girls were in love with Jack and his equaly handsome and talented brother Bill. Their sister, Francis was also very attractive and a fine horsewoman.) Around the year 2003 my wife Janna and I made a visit to Jack and Genervra Cobb who were living in a retirement home in Gordon, Nebraska. Genervra was very near the end of her life and had a difficult time talking to us and remembering much. Jack, on the other hand was very lively for a gent in his 90's and spent most of one Saturday taking us around to look at the various ranches the Goodfellow's had owned South of Merriman including the log cabin on the Niobrara River where my father was born. He may have actually been born in one of his uncle's houses, or maybe at James K.P.'s, his Grandfather's but the family lived in the log cabin. Ralph, Hugh, Jim, and K.P. all had ranches and houses in the area there. They are mostly owned now by Jack Cobb's family, who is the husband of Genevra Goodfellow, Hugh's daughter. He also showed us Ralph's house in town. Some of these family members are burried in the Gordon Cemetery. A more contemorous account is writen in the notes for Ralph Goodfellow.

Seved in the U.S. army Aug 14, 1918 to 14 Dec. 1918.