This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Anderson, McDonald, Drummond Classification: Obituary Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/Tk.2ADE/2388 Message Board Post: Andrew Anderson was born in Fifeshire, Scotland, Dec. 27, 1821. In early life he lost both parents. In his youth he apprenticed to a carpenter, and followed that trade for many years, in Glasgow and Edinburgh. In 1849 he married Catherine McDonald, and soon afterward came to America. He lived for a short time at Milwaukee, Wis., and afterward at McGregor, Monona and Postville, Iowa. At this place his wife died in I871. They were the parents of six children, 5 of whom are now living. In 1875 Mr. Anderson married Miss Jessie Drummond, who survives him. Soon after his second marriage he removed to Franklin Co., Iowa, and settled on a farm near Sheffield, where his death occurred, on Friday, March 23rd, 1888. While residing at Postville, he became a member of the Free Will Baptist Church, but after his removal to Sheffield was not connected with any church. Owing to the fact of his having lost his parents so early in life, Mr. Anderson's educational advantages were limited; yet he became a studious reader of many books, and thoroughly investigated many subjects. Mr. Anderson was interested in all reforms. Before the civil war he was an ardent abolitionist; and since then he has been the friend of all causes that tended to advance the interests of the people. In business matters he was of sterling integrity, and a hater of all shams and frauds. As a parent he was kind but not indulgent, and required implicit obedience. Wherever he lived he made many friends, and always had the good will of his neighbors. Physically he was always rugged and healthy, until about a year ago. Since then he has rapidly declined, yet was able to do some work right along to the time of his death, which was very sudden. On Thursday evening, March 22nd, he retired with no indications of special illness; in fact, he expressed himself as feeling especially well. Friday morning he was found to be unconscious, and from this unconsciousness he never rallied, and passed away apparently without pain, at 7:30 a.m. "How swiftly the torrent rolls, That bears us to the sea, The tide that hurries all our souls To vast eternity"