JOHN JUNKENS GRAVESTONE PHOTO
The Cherokee Sentinel, Friday, Sept.. 19, 1913, Pg. 1:
Away--- Settled on Farm
Where He Died.
As we went to press last week we merely had time to announce the death of John Junken, who passed away on that day. He was sixty-seven years old and had lived on the farm where he died, for over thirty years. His wife passed away some twelve or fifteen years ago, and his only son Deward, and wife are the only relatives left. They had moved onto the farm to care for him in his sickness. Two or three years ago he got badly hurt in a runaway, and has not been in robust health since, although he has been able to do light work and to come to town and look after business. He was a member of the Mdsonic lodge, and was buried under the auspices of the Cherokee lodge, the Rev. M. P. Dixon having charge of the religious services. He was buried in a new cement vault, built under his own direction. Mr. Junkens was a good, law-abiding citizen and everybody was his friend.
John Junkens, a well known farmer of Cherokee county, who has been a resident since May, 1872, died at his home September 11, 1913.
Mr. Junkens was a native of Rush county, Indiana, and was one of the first settlers in this section. He was the son of John and Mary (McHatten) Junkens, his father a native of Jamestown, Ohio, and his mother Bourbon county, Kentucky. Both parents died in Indiana when John H. was very young.
When but a young man, Mr. Junkens decided to go west choosing Kansas as the most desirable state, came to Cherokee county and located on 160 acres of wild prairie land. In 1877 he married Harriet Clausen, who died Nov. 11, 1889. To this union one child was born, Deward F., who with his family lived with his father at the time of his sickness and death.
During the Civil war Mr. Junkens enlisted when but a youth. He served as a member of Co. K, 134th Reg. Indiana Vol. Inf. in the 26th Army Corps, under Capt. Joseph R. Silvers, and Col. James Gavin. He participated in a number of important battles and was discharged May 24th 1864.
A precious one from us has gone,
A voice we loved is stilled.
A place is vacant in our home,
Which never can be filled.
God in his wisdom has recalled,
The boon his love had given:
And though the body moulders here,
The soul is safe in Heaven.