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George Scroggie
July 1853–December 29, 1938
He Had Formerly Resided in Clay Township
and Was 86 Years of Age

The following facts concerning the late George Scroggie are furnished to us by his brother, Charles R. Scroggie, of Santa Monica, Calif., and we are glad to reprint the same telling of Mr. Scroggie’s death in The Express.
George Scroggie, a pioneer resident of Clay township, who made his home in that community for more than forty years, died at the home of his son, James, at Vancouver, Wash. December 29, 1938, after heart illness of two months. This was his first serious illness; but the expert attention of doctors and nurses and the constant devotion and care of his children and their families could not protect him from the toll of his 86 years.
Present at the time of his death were his son, James and his wife, Florence, sons Perry A., of Ruthton, Minn., John, of Adrian, Mich., and a daughter Mrs. Jessie Williamson of Kelso, Wash.
George Scroggie, son of Andrew Scroggie and Grace Scroggie, was born in Scotland in July, 1853. The same year, the family migrated to Canada, and later to Ohio, and in 1869, purchased and took possession of the Stanley Howard homestead in Clay Township. Here the subject of this sketch lived until February, 1878, when he was married to Belle Moncrief, daughter of one of the early settlers of Clay. They started farming on the Moncrief homestead where seven children were born to them. Mrs. Scroggie passed away in 1898, and soon after, George bought the original Scroggie farm and moved to that place and kept the family together until all were ready for life for themselves. In addition to the four children present at the time of his death, two other daughters survive, Mrs. Orville Heitt, Clinton, Iowa, and Mrs. Minta Kankel, Lost Nation, Iowa. Another son, Emmett died more than twenty years ago. Surviving also, is a sister of the deceased, Mrs. Mary J. Orr, Onslow, and a brother, C. R. Scroggie, Santa Monica, Calif.
George was a quiet, generous, indulgent parent, neighbor and friend. He had a real talent for minding his own business. No person ever suffered from what he said or did. He smiled easily, but it was hard for him to blame or complain. He filled every promise promptly, and his word was accepted always.

Submitted by: Mike Scroggie

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