Florence Emilie Warner was born in Minneapolis Minnesota
Florence Emilie Warner was born in Minneapolis Minnesota, April 22 1889.On May the 12th 1909 she was married to Clyde Neese at Coal Harbor, North Dakota. Clyde Neese was born in Saratoga Hamilton County Iowa in November 10 1881.The spring after they married, they moved to Instow Saskatchewan.
In time they were able to build a little home which Mrs. Clyde Neese hadchristened "Stork House" and such it became in name and fact.By rumbling wagons in summer and sleighs in winter prospective mothers arrived.Many who first saw the light of day in Stork Housesoon populated theseprairies with homes and families of their own. In December of 1915 there was the death Mr. Clyde Neese, which resulted from typhoid. He passed away with unclouded faith in the destiny of his own soul and at peace with all his fellows. His home life was most happy and increased his pride in his wife and family for whom his dearest ambition was to create a beautiful and fitting home.
After the death of Clyde, Florence then moved to Shaunavon. After coming to Shaunavon shehad made a wide circle of friends, who will mourn her untimely death, which also resulted from typhoid.For many years shehad been a devoted member of theChristian Church. She leaves to mourn her loss, her mother, father and brother, besides three little children who will never know the loss they have sustained in the departure of a loving Christian mother.
Shortly before her illness Mrs. Neese wrote the following verses, which not only indicate her ability, but give a glimpse into the loneliness of heart which which must have been hers since the death of her husband:
In the hour that comes at the eventide
And there's naught for my hands to do
When fold on fold the dreams of gold
Weave their spell 'round the days of old
And home , dear love, with you.
Oh, dreams of days that were dark and dreary,
And the days that were gold and blue;
Through snows that drift, and sands that sift,
My roving heart, where the dream clouds lift
Finds home dear love and you.
When the hour that comes at the eventide
Finds naught for my hands to do.
to the gates of the West, at the end of my quest,
Swift will my heart, as a bird to it's nest,
Find home dear love and you.
poem written by Florence Emelie Neese (Warner)
Mr. and Mrs. Dan Olmstead adopted the Neese children after their mother's death.Mrs. Olmstead was not blessed with children of her own, but when her brother Clyde Neese, and his wife died, Mr. and Mrs. Olmstead welcomed into their own home the three young children and had cherished them mosttenderly. But this arrangement was not to endure.In a little more than a year afterward, death removed Etta Olmstead ( Neese) and now it became clear why the life of Mrs. Warner (Grandmother) had been spared.Into her competent but no longer young hands were placed the three young lives which she reared to maturity.They lived for a time at Scotsgaurd but in 1923 returned to live in Shaunavon where the youngsters obtained the benefit of better education.All received every advantage of education and musical training.
The information was mostly quoted from the Shaunavon Standard newspaper,after the deaths of Clyde and Florence. I found the original clippings inmy grandmothers scrap book.