Posted by Cathy Gowdy on Saturday, May 23, 2015 at 08:48:17 :
29 March 1888
It is with much regret that we announce the death of Mr. Peter Clancy of San Rafael. He has been doing business for some years past in that town and was a well known and respected citizen.
Thursday, March 22, 1888
Peter Clancey, the favorite barber, is very ill with rheumatism, a relic of his stay at Andersonville Prison.
Thursday, March 29, 1888
A Fallen Soldier
Peter Clancey died at his home Saturday morning last, after suffering with acute rheumatism about two weeks. He had lived many years among us, serving a long time in Schneiderís, but latterly keeping a shop of his own in the Parisian Block. He was a pleasant man, and his friends were legion. He was an enthusiastic Union soldier, and never tired of personal reminiscences of the war. As a member of Co. A, 48th Mass. Inf., he took part in the siege of Port Hudson in 1863. In 1864 he enlisted in the 59th Mass., and served in the battle of Mine Run, the Wilderness, Spottsylvania Court House, and North Anna River, being captured in the last named battle, and continued (sic) in Libby. From there he was moved to other prisons, and finally to the death pen of Andersonville, where he was held until the close of the war. In those prisons he contracted the disease which has ended his life in its midday. It is said by army statisticians that none of the victims of those Southern Prisons live much past the age of 40, and but few of them to that age. Mr. Clancey leaves a widow, with one son. He was a member of McDowell Post, G.A.R. of Marin Lodge F.&.A.M., and of Tamalpais Lodge K. of P., which lodges united in his care during his sickness, the Masons giving him their last rites, with singing by Mr. Sam Mayer. The funeral was attended by Co., D., McDowell Post, the two lodges named, and hundreds of citizens, who were all his friends. The bier was smothered with floral tributes, in exquisite pieces, and the liturgy, as read by F. M. Angellotti, W.M., was most impressive. Comrade Crosby spoke in brief but touching eulogy.
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