'CASSIE HILL' (Con't) Wife, Mother, Telegrapher, Wells Fargo Agent ----------------------------------------------------------------------- At the time the old depot was destroyed, Cassie retired. She wrote a poem to commemorate its memory. After retirement, she invested her savings in the Cassie Hill building on Lincoln Street, maintaining a home on the second floor. The ground floor was then a jewelry store. In 1941 the building was purchased by John Leles, who operated a butcher shop and grocery store. Today this part of the building is occupied by a bar. Cassie continued to reside in Roseville until 1950, when the infirmities of old age compelled her to enter a rest home. In the year 1954 she celebrated her 100th birthday. Cassie Hill brought up five fine children, contributed a large share to the business growth of Roseville, and left a pioneer legacy of the historic Wells Fargo era. Quite a distinction for a young woman from Iowa. ~~~~~"THE OLD DEPOT"~~~~~ The old home is not what it used to be The thoughts lurk near me still; 'Tis but the fleeting past I see Where all is calm and still. Thirty years have past since first I trod its threshold dear to me, and now 'tis but a dream of yore, The old home I cannot see. My children, from their infancy, No other home they knew; And now how sad for them to see The old go for the new. Henry too has left me Pastures new to find But ponders o'er the past to see And dreams of things unkind. And Wonders why this change is made. The new town "is to be," But claims 'tis nothing more than this-- The cruel Espee. My greatest comfort now Is little Hillie dear With eyes of thoughtful earnestness And mind of gentle cheer. The food for grave inquiring speech He everywhere doth find And asks me o'er and o'er again Why were we left behind. No more will I the clatter hear Of instruments at my door; And wonder why the trains Don't stop as they did in days of yore. Goodbye Espee, I'll not forget you Nor all the kindness you have shown; You have sheltered me from girlhood. I for you, with age have grown. And now I am to leave you I scarcely know what to do; And everytime I think of it, It makes me think of you. ~~~ Cassie Hill To Be Continued . . . Eleanor Webber... ----------------------------------------------------------------- Copied by Nancee(McMurtrey)Seifert September 27, 2005 iggy29@rnetinc.net 'A Closed Mouth Gathers No Foot.'