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Milton Powers Ingraham was born October 26, 1875, in Colorado Springs, El Paso, Colorado, to Oliver Francis Ingraham and Elmira Nason Powers. He died February 11, 1929, in Cortez, Montezuma, Colorado, at the age of 53. He died of a burst appendix in the hospital there in Cortez. This was the cause of death of many, many people prior to the time of blood tests that could indicate this problem. Also like many others, he ignored the pain until it was too late. If I remember correctly, Muddie and their children were with him when he died or they had been there just before he died. I don’t know that for certain.
There were not lots of stories about him since my dad was very young when his father died and Muddie was not much for voluntary conversation; she loved to visit, but didn’t instigate many conversations. So, since Dad had only a short time with him, I didn’t know him very well until I found his letters to Muddie. I was told that he played the violin and I believe he also played the saxophone. It was mentioned to me that he loved to dance, too. He was an attorney. My Aunt Dorothy (his daughter) told me the doctor told him he would be healthier if he would get outside and do physical labor. So, he did. I’m not sure why they chose Iowa, but they purchased a farm there.
A story I heard about that move was that one day he was out on horse-back when he heard a loud rumbling noise. He turned to look and saw a huge storm coming toward him. The rain drops were so big and hitting the ground so hard it was causing great dust clouds to rise into the air. He deduced the ‘rain’ was really hail; he knew he would not be able to get to shelter in time so he dismounted, took the saddle off of his horse, crouched down and covered himself as much as he could. The storm arrived, killing the horse, shredding the saddle and leaving his exposed parts in poor shape! I don’t know how long they stayed there, but during another storm the river changed course due to extreme flooding. The river was one of the boundaries to their farm, and the change took away a large portion of their farm land. I hope with all that trouble, they had some good experiences there also.
In reading his letters to Muddie a few years ago, I learned about his love of music as he wrote about certain songs he enjoyed listening to her play or sing. I learned that he was a God-fearing man (not a member of our Church, at that time) but that he taught a Sunday School class at the church he attended. I learned he was interested in freedom and in our country and that he voted. I learned he was a ‘romantic’ and that he could express himself very well. His use of the language was so impressive to me (I especially appreciate that in a time when our language is text-language and emails and in our desire to hurry through life, we are forgetting how nice it is to receive anything hand-written). I learned of his interest in athletics and I learned of his great love and affection for a girl named Margaret Mahlon Dyer.
His father was a well-known judge and lawyer, and he went to school to become a lawyer as well. He attended the University of Colorado in Boulder, and the yearbook for the school year 1899-1900 lists him as being in the freshman class. He is also listed in the 1900-1901 year book, and as a junior in the 1901-1902 year book, where he shows as part of the law school, and where it says he was elected secretary of the junior class. On August 28, 1901 he is listed in the Colorado Springs Gazette as having passed his bar examinations. He was a deputy clerk of the court, but I have not, as yet, been able to find any documentation that shows him actually practicing law. He passed away from appendicitis on February 11, 1929 in Colorado.
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1875 - 1929 (53 years)
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