Jennie Mildred Quint

March 12, 1884 - January 1, 1974

Story by Jennie (Quint) Dunwoody, February 15, 1968

Photo of Jennie, 1926

I was born the morning of March 16, 1884 at Stella, Nebraska, the daughter of Louis Franklin and Isabell Flora Quint, and the fifth child in the family of eleven children.

At the age of six months, the family moved i a covered wagon to Mitchell County, Kansas where my father located a tract of land on which to build. On the journey, I rode in the feed-box of the wagon, father stopping the team occasionally to say, "Belle, you better go back and see about Jennie," and mother returning with, "She's still sleeping and doing fine."

After a few days camping, while father located a building spot, we traveled twenty-six miles farther on into Lincoln Co., Kansas and lived for several months with Uncle John and Aunt Mary Dale, (father's sister) while father built living quarters, twelve miles from Beloit, Kansas where I grew to womanhood, attending district school, graduating at sixteen, then enrolling in Glen Elder High, securing a teaching certificate at seventeen. I continued in the teaching field for half a century, regularly attending Teacher's Institutes, serving on County Boards, doing extension work and receiving a B.S. in Education in 1941.

In the spring of 1902, I moved with my parents to Graham County, Kansas and in 1908, I was married to Frank Orion Dunwoody. In 1919 we built a house on our farm site about five miles northeast of Hill City, Kansas, where we continued farming and stock raising through the dust bowl, hail, drought and good years.During the summer months, I kept a nice flock of turkeys and dressed many a one to grace the Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner tables of my friendly neighbors. I Liked to live in the open fields of nature "where the winds blow free and the doves coo."

Photo with some brothers and sisters (1937) Back: Florence Morris, Elmer, Clarence
Front: (Mother) Isabell, (Father) Louis, Jennie Dunwoody

Since conditions are not conducive to my living on the farm, I am retired and live in Hill City, Kansas (215 N. 5th.) and find contentment and pleasure in the many social and church activities and conveniences. So remember, "my latch string is always out", and in the words of Edgar A. Guest:
"I'd like to think when life is done
That I had filled a needed post,
That here and there I'd paid my fare.
With more than idle talk and boast.
That I had taken gifts divine
The breath of life and womanhood fine,
And tried to use them now and then
In service for my fellowmen."

Note by Philip G. Parsons (February 27, 1968): I would like to add a line to the beautiful story of Jennie Mildred Dunwoody. Perhaps it is her Scotch ancestry stemming from the Jackson pioneers which gave her such a splendid sense of true value. The high value she placed in education was expressed so freely in the ways she was able to help others gain an education. She helped a neighbor girl, Laura Hollopeter, obtain a good education. Our daughter, Neta Parsons, was so generously assisted through Colorado State University by Aunt Jennie, Jennie called it 'oil money', Neta and her parents knew it was Godsend, just when most needed.

Perhaps the most unforgettable meeting I have ever been privileged to attend occurred one morning in Jennie's home. She had summoned all of her living brothers and sisters and as they sat around her dining table, she distributed a fortune, a like amount to each for she said "they are my folks, blood is the greatest bond". And this had been planned for many years, although Jennie never mentioned it, for the bonds distributed that day had mostly reached maturity, and had been issued with Jennie's name and the name of the recipient upon them. The room was completely filled with a feeling o deep and abiding family love.


"As a teenager, I asked Mother if I could make a studio in one corner of the upstairs bedroom and she said I could stretch a sheet across one corner. So I improvised a desk with a chair where I spent many leisure hours sketching pictures and designs from the "Munsey Magazine" which Aunt Jennie Jackson-Logan always renewed the subscription ever Christmas for many years."

"While attending Salina Normal University in Salina, Kansas in the spring of 1903, at our door about 2 o'clock in the morning came a pounding of the night watchman calling, "High water! Get up!" My roommate, Anna Heller of Victor, (now Hunter) Kansas jumped up as I asked, "What's happened?" She replied, "A flood!"

Soon the whole household of girls were dressed and came rushing into our room, since we had the downstairs front room on Iron Avenue, in the home of George and Ina Cranshaw Vanpelt. He proposed that he go to the next door neighbor who operated a hack and take all of us out to higher ground, but being informed that there would be danger since all culverts were washed out, we dismissed the idea and decided that if the house floated away we would climb atop and risk anchoring it. He and the neighbor continued measuring the rising height along the porch post and at 4 o'clock noted a slight decrease which held for several hours. As daylight dawned we viewed pigs with noses held above water, hens, dog houses and debris floating down the avenue. The chilly atmosphere and dampness caused many of us to take cold. Mrs. Vanpelt got busy with hot lemonade and brought all of us out, except on e who was threatened with pneumonia, had to be put to bed but recovered within a couple of days. Many students were seen the next day after the cloudburst, boating down the streets, telegraph and telephone wires down, railroad tracks out, but after a few days, mail came in and all students returned to their homes, the college never to be rebuilt."

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