Note: 1860: Selina's name was written "Saloni," which is probably how it was pronounced--at least how it sounded to the census taker.
1900: Selina was head of the household, 51 years old and widowed. Her son William B. Guthrie was 28 years old and a steamboat clerk. Her daughter, Anna, 22, was a milliner. Also in the household were her daughter Mary, 18, with her husband Peter W. Pritchett. Peter, 22, was born in Ohio and was a printer.
Mrs. Guthrie Dead Mrs. Salina Guthrie died at her home on Second avenue Saturday morning, June 27, 1908 at 9:30 o'clock....born at Elizabeth W. Va. in 1848 and was the daughter of Major and Saline Brown of Hartford, Mason county,,,united in marriage with Dr. W. B. Guthrie November 10, 1869 at Hartford and came here to live in 1874...children: Charles W., William L., Mrs. Guy Z Wright, Mrs. P W Pritchett, Miss Anna S Guthrie at home....leaves five brothers Mathew, Melvin and Manly of Hartford and Marlin and Miles of this city and one sister Mrs. C. W. Bird of this city. (Birth location quoted here contradicts other sources.)
I know that your heart is now filled with grief, And your home is now filled with gloom, For the one that you all so fondly loved Now sleeps in the silent tomb.
He has passed through many and many a day Of sickness, of sorrow and pain. But the Lord has taken him home to rest, And he never will suffer again.
In the summer of life he was taken away, Its autumn he never will know. Much less the cold chill of the winter time, With its frosts, its storms and its snow.
The tears from his bright and beaming eyes No more will be called to start When the tale of the suffering needy poor Has melted his tender heart.
No more will you listen to his pleasant voice, And his bright face no more will you see, And never again will you have the sweet kiss That he often has given to thee.
The dear previous children how sadly they feel, They scarcely know what to do: Remember the things your father has said, And do what he wished you to do.
His body now rests in the silent grave, But his spirit has gone to its God, Now may this thought help you to brighten the cloud And bow to the chastening rod.
In his heavenly home by the Savior's side, With the happy, the hold and true, With a crown on his head and sweet songs of his lip He is waiting and watching for you.