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Bailliebourgh, County Cavan, Ireland--1829, Fairbury, Illinois 1911. He aided the development of our nation. His son served our country as military chaplain and pastor.

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Jesse Samuel Dancey

Fairbury, Illinois

Jesse Samuel Dancey

1876— Fairbury, IL

 

DR. JESSE SAMUEL3 DANCEY (SAMUEL2, RICHARD1) was born 1876 in Fairbury, IL, and died 1936 in Keokuk, IA. He married LUA MARION AKERS, daughter of MARION AKERS and HARRIET DETWILER. She was born 1880 in Keokuk. IA, and died 1962 in San Carlos,…

 

DR. JESSE SAMUEL3 DANCEY (SAMUEL2, RICHARD1) was born 1876 in Fairbury, IL, and died 1936 in Keokuk, IA. He married LUA MARION AKERS, daughter of MARION AKERS and HARRIET DETWILER. She was born 1880 in Keokuk. IA, and died 1962 in San Carlos, CA..

He attended a one-room school and since there was no high school, he attended preparatory school at Illinois Wesleyan University. His father was partial to him because he was called to the ministry and therefore needed an education. He was a Red Cross Chaplin, with the Northwestern Univ. Medical Unit in France and England, WWI. He wrote many articles for the Northwestern Christian Advocate during the 15 months he was abroad. Children were Tom, Marcia and Alice. During the time he was in service he wrote a letter every night to his family. Many of those are in existence today, revealing a love and trust in God along with a great love of family. Found among them were several letters from wounded soldiers and parents of boys who had died. One gets a real sense of the sadness and sacrifice of war. These letter are in the possession of a grandchild.

His papers and writings are held in the Dept. of Special Collections, Iowa State University Library. From the catalog record of this collection: His sermons, articles, diaries and letters reveal spiritual sincerity and fearless honesty concerning social development and social action at a time when neither was understood nor popular. (He once had his picture in the paper with Jane Addams. His Master's thesis was entitled "The Church and Society: A Working Program". His daughter, Marcia, described his ministry as that of a social gospel. She followed in his footsteps as her career was devoted to helping those less fortunate than she.

Biographical note (from the collection of his papers at Iowa State) Methodist clergyman, Jesse Samuel Dancey was born in Fairbury, Illinois, in 1876 to an Irish immigrant family. At age 14 he was "called" to the ministry and in 1894 the Lodemia Methodist Church, McDowell Circuit certified him as suitable for the ministry. In 1898 he was ordained a deacon by Bishop William Nende which gave him the right to administer the sacraments when an elder was not present. In June of 1899 he graduated from Illinois Wesleyan and in September of that year entered the Boston Theological Institute from which he graduated in 1901. Also in 1901 he married Lua Marion Akers by whom there were three children: Thomas Brooks Dancey, Alice Dancey Paul and Marcia Dancey Ketcham. He received a Master of Arts in Sociology from the University of Chicago in 1910. Rev. Dancey held pastorates in Ohio, Illinois, Missouri and Iowa until his death in 1936.

 

LUA MARION AKERS was a minister's wife for many years. Upon Jesse's death she went to work as a house mother for Andrews School for Girls, outside of Cleveland. Lua and Jesse are buried in Fairbury.

By Lua 1936: My life began in the Baptist parsonage of a small Iowa town, a life which was for a number of years to differ very little except in time and place from the usual pattern of ministers' children, another town with new school and new friends. Perhaps the longer moves from Iowa to Kansas and Illinois added a little to the adventure. However, when I was twelve father's work took another form and he was away from home most of the time. At last we were permitted a permanent residence in Bloomington, Illinois. Here I was to finished grade school.

 

Instead of high school I attended the Preparatory school at Illinois Wesleyan University and Later the college. With major emphasis upon the study of languages in which I delighted, with Y.W.C.A and literary society as extra-curricular activities and many delightful friendships I spent happy years until the end of my sophomore year. One of my most interesting experience during these years at Wesleyan was the Y.W.C.A. conference at Lake Geneva.

All this time I continued my church activities, teaching a class of Junior boys and working in the B.Y.P.U. in various capacities.

At twenty years of age the cultural advantages of living in Boston were weighed against a college degree. Boston won and I married one of the students at Boston School of Theology, joined the Methodist Episcopal Church and again began parsonage life. After Boston came residence in Illinois again....

 

To summarize my experiences the years from Boston to Keokuk is but to give the common story of a minister's wife, homemaking, babies, missionary and aid societies, Standard Bearers, several unhappy periods in the Senior High School Sunday School Department, with several years as mother in a summer camp of girls, campfire guardian and sponsor of Kappa Pi, Wesley Players and other student activities during the time were in Ames. I treasure the wealth of experience and friends the ministry brought me but above all are the two out standing influences, my mother from whom I learned courage and cheerfulness and my husband whose eager quest for the best in mind and spirit filled my life with opportunity for growth and enjoyment.

Page 128 1936 Conference Journal : Jesse Samuel, son of Samuel and Frances Emma Dancey, was born in Fairbury, Illinois, August 25, 1876. He entered upon life eternal at four o'clock Tuesday afternoon, April 14, 1936.

The time and place of his conversion was January 1891, in a country church, Lodemia, on McDowell Circuit, near Fairbury, Rev. J. H. Hobbs, pastor. He was licensed to preach at the same place in 1894. Before entering the ministry, he served as a teacher in Sunday school.

On September 26, 1898, at Charleston, Illinois, being ordained the day before by Bishop William X. Ninde, he was received on trial in the Illinois Conference, and appointed pastor of Lucretia Chapel, Bloomington, Illinois. He was left without appointment to attend one of our schools 1899-1901. He graduated receiving his degree of A. B., in 1899; he graduated from the Boston School of Theology, in 1902, receiving his degree of S. T. B. and in 1910, the University of Chicago conferred on him the M. A. degree. Illinois Wesleyan University honored him with the degree of D. D. in 1916. In 1903, September 21st, he was ordained Elder at Quincy, Illinois, by Bishop Charles H. Fowler.

He rendered valuable service for the church at Monticello, 1902-03; LeRoy, 1904; Bloomington: Lucretia Chapel, 1905-06; Danville: first church, 1907-08; in 1909 he held a Supernumerary relation: he was transferred to the Rock River Conference, and served Auburn Park, Chicago, 1910-14; Chicago: Englewood church, 1919-20; Rockford: Court Street. 1920-1925: he was transferred to the Northeast Ohio conference and stationed in Canton: First church. 1926: Transferring to Saint Louis Conference, he was stationed in Saint Louis: Maple Avenue church, 1927-28: transferred to Des Moines Conference he was stationed in Ames: Collegiate, 1929-34; Keokuk: Trinity, 1935. But the places and years give only a faint idea of the man, the minister, the pastor and his worth and work. It is not easy to describe in words what manner of man he was, for like his Lord and Master, one had to know him intimately, to understand his fine talent, his brotherly spirit and capable ministry. He was an independent thinker and capable writer and capable preacher; he was man of most excellent judgment, high ideals, noble aspirations, a real brotherly spirit. He was unafraid in life, and dared to speak out his thoughts. His written messages, in reviews and advocates were charming in beauty of thought and richness of content. His brethren mourn, but their tears are mixed with joy and happy congratulations. why should we mourn when one we love goes to be crowned with glory supreme?

Doctor Dancey has a very fine ministerial career. He was like other men, and yet not like them at all. A deep thinker, he studied much, was conversant with the best in literature and books. But a something indefinable, in his makeup; a sweet and charming expression in his eyes, one cannot easily forget. Critical, yet determination shone in his glance, so one could not wish to forget him. This splendid persistency shone brightly through those nineteen wonderful weeks, in which he watch and waited, longing to go no doubt, where mystical souls solve deep mental problems, and resolve their final conclusions. And so, on that Easter morning, he got up from his bed of anguish and pain, his eyes shining with their determined purpose to give his final message. Some of its closing sentences would fit nicely into our Conference tribute to his worth, his faith, his immortal hope. In just two days, like one tired of earth with all its endearments, and its sweet friendships, he went triumphantly to be face to face with his Heavenly Father. On Tuesday afternoon his redeemed spirit left the body and went home. And we think of him now as among the bloodwashed ransomed who dwell forever with the Lord.

In compliance with his expressed desire his mortal body was reduced to ashes, carried by loving hands of longtime friends and strewn upon the grave of his earthly father in the cemetery at Fairbury, Illinois.

On Friday afternoon at three o'clock in his own loved Trinity church in Keokuk, a beautiful service was held. Rev. J. W. Poole was in charge; Rev. Guy J. Fansher, Superintendent of district: Doctor Edmondson, Superintendent of Boone district, and many of his Iowa-Des Moines conference brethren were there. Two of his most intimate friends during life paid beautiful tributes to his splendid character. There were: Dr. R. H. Schuett of Park Ridge church, Chicago and Dr. T. N. Ewing, of First church, Springfield, Illinois. Mrs. Florence Wright Schouten sang his favorite hymns: "O God, Our Help in Ages Past" and "How Firm a Foundation". It was a fitting service in appreciation of our deceased brother and friend.

He was united in marriage to Miss Lua Marion Akers, at Bloomington, Illinois, September 5, 1901, by Dr. Edgar M. Smith. Three children were born to this union; Thomas Brooks, Lua Alice and Marcia Harriett. In their sorrow God is very present to help and give an assurance of blessed hope beyond.

Rev. J. S. Dancey's Easter Sermon, Trinity M. E.Church, Easter, April 12, 1936 (two days before he died)

"Our Eternal Dwelling Place"

Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place in all generations. Psalms 90:1.

 

A sermon is constructed not unlike a piece of cloth. its long threads, the warp, are drawn from the accumulated spiritual experience of the race, particularly from the Bible:. Its cross threads, the woof, must come from the personal experience of the preacher. I shall therefore make no apology for drawing upon my personal experience this morning, and particularly upon that experience which has been mine during the nineteen weeks of physical disability which have kept me from meeting with you in this consecrated place. And since this is Easter it becomes almost mandatory for me to employ anything in that experience which might in any way illuminate the theme of immortality.

This illness of mine, especially at its outset and in its early stages, gave me a close-up view of death. The moving-pictures have made us all familiar with what is meant by a close-up view. The thought of death always lingers in the back ground of our thought, for each of us knows that sometime, like all living things, whether animal or vegetable, he must die. But so viewed death remains an intellectual abstraction, and it is well it does, for while we are here, we are here to live and not to die. I have seen death, on perhaps more than one occasion, thrust into the foreground suddenly by some menace from without. But the danger passing as suddenly as it came, left little impression. But on this occasion a blow was delivered in my own body which set me reeling on the brink of death and left me for a time where care was necessary to avoid slipping into the chasm.

As I faced death under these circumstance I thought of the conventional symbol of death as Father-Time, aged, and skeleton-like with his cruel scythe. That seemed to me an untrue picture, for I did not feel like one about to be overtaken and cut down. My spirit was rather filled with warmth andd peace, as though the Everlasting Arms, generous and adequate and willing, were underneath and ready to receive me. Nor did this seem to me like the end but like a new beginning, into a new understanding of life, such as one experiences when one enters a phase further on as a wife or husband or as a parent of a child. I could understand Montaigne when he said that death is not the BUT, (French for the end of the conclusion of life). but the BOUT, (the French word standing for purpose or that which disclosed the significance of an action.) (See Thought and Expression In the Sixteenth Century Vol I; page 364-Taylor.)

Here I certainly had no feeling that I was about to receive any reward for any good I might have done, nor did my sins rise up to reproach me, and, following: the adage which advises us to let sleeping dogs lie, it did not turn my mind in that direction. The situation was rather as I felt it once at a cot of a Scotch boy whose body had been broken in the Hindenburg drive in the spring of 1918 in France.

The wind and the rain were beating the flaps of the crowded hospital tent where he lay so helpless and meek as it seemed to me. His mind was troubled, for he told me he had been a bad boy and run away from his grandparents who cared 'for him.. When I thought that the right moment had come, 1 proposed that we pray-a suggestion usually so welcome to wounded men. But this Scotch boy hesitated. "No, padre" that is what the British call the Chaplain-"I am not good enough," he said wistfully." "Not good enough," I answered, "I do not mean because you or I are good, but because God is good." A light of comprehension shown in his face when he replied, "It is alright then; that makes it different." So I felt for myself in the valley of the shadow, and I found that I could express my whole soul in those words which we all love so well:

"Oh love, that wilt not let me go,

I freely give my life to Thee,

 

That in thane ocean's depth's it's flow May richer, fuller, fuller, be."

Obviously this view of death required a different view of Father-Time than that of the old man with his scythe. So my mind began its search. When Jesus sought more fully to illustrate the significance of spirit-ual things we find him turning to nature for suggestions. The mustard seed and plant, the stalk of wheat, the rising bread dough gave Jesus hints of the nature of the Kingdom of God. I found myself turning in the same direction. Within view of my hospital window stood a tree, some of whose leaves still clung to it in spite of December frosts and winds. "Does God hold our lives in His as that tree holds its leaves" I asked. Then a leaf fell, struck the cement sidewalk and scurried away before the wind. "And when we die, is it like that?" Such a final separation and destruction of the leaf as that did not seem a satisfactory figure.

Then I thought that normally the tree belongs in the forest, and that when leaves fall in the forest they still remain in the forest. Here no leaf is lost but goes to enrich the mould which provides life-giving nourishment for the seeds which fall from the trees to spring up in an renew the forest. Finally trees die as well as leaves, to decay and add their share to the deepening soil. All this goes on very slowly, but if we could compress into a moving-picture reel what goes on in the forest in a few hundred years, we should see tree life rising like a fountain to fall again and rise once more from the growing accumulation of soil in an endless cycle of vegetable vitality. In this no tree or leaf ever dies, but in falling the leaf only shifts its place in the process. And so I thought, may not each of us be in the great on-going and endless process of life in which every one of us has some humble part. May we not say with Longfellow: "There is no death; what seems so is transition."'

But we cannot stop here. We can see that there is an endless process of life to which we are related and that somehow we must continue to live for in some way we have influenced this process beyond our own life-span. But just there is what concerns us. Do we cease to live beyond our apparent life-span as personal beings? Now here we obviously enter the realm of faith and speculation. Faith is a very personal matter in which we cannot help each other very much, but we can share our speculations. In these we may find it helpful to return to the forest. In the life of the forest is there anything personall or individual that survives from one forest generation to another?

If we must answer this question from what we can see, we must answer, No. No leaf is preserved as a leaf, no tree continues as a tree; they all decay and are resolved into their constituent parts, which recombined, to be sure, in other living patterns, but the same leaf or tree does not come back again. Only the forest itself continues indefinitely.

That is the way it looks, but if we are to believe the scientist, who goes beyond what the eye sees, we shall get a different view of the matter. He will tell us that there are two enduring things in the forest; first, the forest itself, which may be preserved always, and the smallestthing in the forest, that is, the atom, which is the abiding unit of life in every living thing in the forest.

Scientists, therefore tell us that the atoms is "the basic particle" which cannot be split into something smaller. (See "Atom and Cosmos," Reichenbach, p. 181. We now know that each atom is a wonderful system of electrons , and protons and photons, and what else the layman does not know-for the physicists are working very actively in this field just now. We know-if we believe the physicists, that these constitutent -parts of the atom all move together something like the planets in our solar system. Physicists also claim that by bombarding the atom with certain kinds of rays, X-rays or something else, they can now and then knock an electron or a photon out of an atom, and so modify it, but still the atom preserves its identity, like a man who has a leg amputated, and still goes on indestructibly. The atom, then, is a form of being in which its component parts have attained ennity which makes it stand out as for itself alone with its own effective self-enjoyment. (Whiitehead, Adventures of Ideas, p 227.)

Atoms therefore are to be conceived as individualities on the physical level, as physical personalities in fact, which are deathless and remain forever.

They are indeed, more enduring than the forest, for the forest may be destroyed, but the atoms liberated by the destruction of the forest, will escape and be found entering the forest, as atoms of carbon from the air, and atoms are leaving the forest all the time in many ways, while other atoms, doubtless, remain long in the forest and pass through various incarnations in its many life patterns.

Now for all the eye can see forest decay, men die, and there is nothing left. But the physicist come to tell us that beyond what the eye can see is the enduring atom. Should it seem therefore any harder to believe that beyond the decaying body, which is all that the eye sees, there is the enduring soul, a soul perhaps anti-dating the body through which it has become accessible to us, and still living on after the flesh has failed. The poets are sometimes as worthy of our confidence as the scientists, and what poet speaks with the note of conviction more than Wordsworth in his familiar "Intimations of Immortality" when se says:

"Our birth is a sleep and a forgetting,

The soul that riseth with us, our life's star,

Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar;

Not in entire forgetfulness,

And not in utter nakedness,

But trailing clouds of glory do we come

From God who is our home."

So to go no further than reason or speculation can take us, does it seem unreasonable to set over against the deathless atoms in the Physical world the deathless human soul in the spiritual world? Many, including myself, will think of even better reasons for believing in the immortal soul than in the immortal atoms. But if we may let them both stand there together.

On the one hand are the atoms, grouping and regrouping themselves forever into all sorts of living patterns which are the things, including our bodies, which fill this world. Atoms are not much simply in themselves and seemingly as if aware of this they seek to enter into combination to produce things or material societies.

So with our souls. For them to be alone is to be as tho they were not. So some kind of an attraction for things and for people-which we will call love-is always in this world drawing us into communities, societies, holding us together in families and nations.

But there is a greatest of loves-the love of God, which is always drawing us whether in what we call life or in what we call death. When we answer that love, the soul in this life or in another is saved from evil associations and made a member of noble fellowship. As a child of God, it finds its place forever in the family of God, and lives in and through God, so that we may say with the psalm, "Lord, Thou has been our dwelling place, and shall be, in all generations."

And this becomes my portrait of Father-Time, suitable to the experience of his redeeming and preserving grace which was given me when my illness fell upon me. He appeared to me not as a destroyer with his deathdealing scyth, but as that protecting and enveloping love, forever sufficient, and leading us through all change to greater and fuller experiences of life.

Conclusion: If reason and faith can accept this there are two truths which it seems to me may be helpfully emphasised this Easter morning.

First: All we here, and all men everywhere are immortal souls masked in mortal bodies. We are are as at a masquerade. Some masked as Chinese, some as negroes, some as Americans, some as rich, some as poor, some as wise, some as unwise, some as children, some as men and some as women, but all back of it all immortal children of God.

Secondly: Those we call dead have simply laid aside their earthly masks and we cannot see nor hear them as we once did because we, with our limited powers in this life, cannot become aware of souls except through these earthly masks. But still those that we call dead are not less real, Jesus, our own loved ones, whom we have now lost for awhile.

Thirdly: Dante saw the souls of the martyr's in the heaven of Mars, forming a cross. So here family, nations, churches destined to greater society. So beyond, think of the groupings! The atom is different according to body it is a part, forming in brain of man or in tree. So we change according to our pattern.

Samuel Dancey Comes to America

Fairbury, Illinois

Samuel Dancey marries Francis Emma Slote

1870— Fairbury, Il

SAMUEL2 DANCEY (RICHARD1) was born 1829 in Bailieborough, Cavan, Ireland, and died 1911 in Livingston County, IL. He married FRANCIS (FANNY) EMMA SLOTE 1870 in Livingston County, Illinois, daughter of JOHN SLOTE and NANCY COOK. She was born 1854…

SAMUEL2 DANCEY (RICHARD1) was born 1829 in Bailieborough, Cavan, Ireland, and died 1911 in Livingston County, IL. He married FRANCIS (FANNY) EMMA SLOTE 1870 in Livingston County, Illinois, daughter of JOHN SLOTE and NANCY COOK. She was born 1854 in Elkhardt, IN, and died 1941 in Wisconsin.

Records of his birth are in the Church of Ireland, Bailleborough, County Caven. His mother died when he was one. He didn’t like his stepmother (all he ever said about her was that she was too mean to talk about—according to his sister she was his reason for leaving Ireland). In 1847, he came on a sailing vessel for a voyage of seven weeks. It is believed that he came to North America through New Brunswick and spent a year in Canada. He worked on a farm in Indiana before settling in Illinois. He came from Indiana with another man with one horse—one would ride while the other walked. He bought land in Illinois in 1853.

HIS FAMILY: RICHARD1 DANCEY was born Abt. 1792 in Rakeevan Townland, Bailieborough Parish, County Cavan, Ireland, and died there February 15, 1851. He married MARY. She was born Abt. 1802 in Rakeevan and died in there 1831. She was buried: May 17, 1831, Bailieborough, Cavan, Ireland at the Church of Good Shepherd.

The family is descended from Huguenots who left France in the 16th or 17th century, probably arriving at Dublin. In the late 17th century, an Abraham, Robert, Pockrich, Richard, Patrick and James Dancey appeared on Irish records These men were in Counties Meath or Monaghan in areas that were in a thirty miles radius of Bailieborough. It is seems that there was some familial connection as Dancey is an unusual name (also spelled Dancy).

Pockrich was a surname that appeared in 17th century Monaghan, where a Pockrich was High Sheriff in 1672. The name Pockrich Dancy appeared as a full name about 1690 and reappeared several times later--making it reasonable to assume that there was intermarriage between the two families as early as the 1600's. It was recorded that Patrick Dancy of Inniskene married a Pockrich before 1689.

Edward Dancey was a Tenant of the Manor of Bailieborough in 1805 on the townland of Curkish, making him a likely candidate for Richard’s father. Martha Dancy of Rakeevan died at age 86 in 1849. This may have been Richard's mother. Samuel and his siblings appear to have been born in the townland of Rakeevan. Richard and his wife, Mary, are buried there. Richard and Mary's children in addition to Samuel were Richard Edward (1825), Margaret (1827), and Martha (1828).

Griffiths Valuation (1847-1864) reveals that the family leased property in Curkish and Rakeevan from Sir John Young who lived in Bailiebrough Castle. Anne, Richard’s second wife, appeared along withRichard’s son, Edward.

From a letter by Marcia Dancey Ketchum following a 1974 visit to the area: The house is reached by taking the King's Court Road one mile to the fork and then up the mountain road for 3 miles. It is set back from the road about 35-ft on the right; there is a court and three buildings facing.. It is about 17 acres and the buildings are now used as a stable. It is possible to identify the old parts of the structure but there is lots of patch work. The Dancey family property is on the Lough-an-Lae Mountain on eastern edge of the townland of Rakeevan. When Marcia Dancey Ketcham visited, she found the view from there to be of lovely green hillsides. The last Dancey to live there was Jimmy, who lived alone and was in his 80s when he died.

Samuel's grandchildren returned to Bailieborough to dedicate a window to him in the 1970's. It is in the The Good Sheperd Church of Ireland, Bailieborough, next to one of St. Luke dedicated by the James family to those famous Irish-Americans, William and Henry James. The dedication reads: To the Glory of God and in Loving Memory of Samuel Dancey, Rakeevan. Erected by His Grandchildren.

Notes for SAMUEL DANCEY:

Emigration and The Famine in Co Cavan

Emigration commenced on a large scale after the Great Famine. The population of the county dropped dramatically from 250,000 in 1841 to 174,000 in 1851 and by 1901 had dropped to 97,000. These emigrants from County Cavan settled mostly in the eastern United States and in Canada. A large percentage also went to England and Scotland.

Bailieborough is a very mean village in the same barony" (Clonkee). Sir Charles Coote in his Statistical Survey of Co. Cavan prepared for the Royal Dublin Society, 1801. I know of no town more neglected or which has better capabilities than Bailyborough.

Samuel is believed to have come to North America through New Brunswick and possibily spent time in Canada before settling in Illinois.

Records of his birth are in the Church of Ireland, Bailleborough, County Caven. His mother died when he was one. He didn't like his step mother. He immigrated to the United States in 1847 and acquired a land grant from President Franklin Pierce. Marcia Dancey and some of her cousins returned to Ireland to dedicate a window to Samuel in the Church of the Good Sheperd, Anglican Church in Bailleborough.

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