Carrie Randall Hammond was born on 20. Jan. 1854 at Plainfield, Will County, Illinois. She was the daughter of
John King Hammond and
Rosemond Randall. Carrie Randall Hammond married
Herman Malon Rulifson, son of
Ralph Rulison and
Maria Passage, on 25. Dec. 1873 at Joliet, Will County, Illinois. Carrie Randall Hammond died on 21. Mar. 1921 at West Union, Will County, Illinois, at age 67. Obituary from West Union Newspaper 1921 Obituary -- Mrs. H. M. Rulifson Carrie Randall Rulifson, daughter of K. J. and Rosamond Hammond, was born at Plainfield, Ill., on Jan. 20,1854 and passed away at her home in West Union in the early morning of March 7, at the age of sixty-seven years, one month, and fourteen days. Her home later was in Joliet, Ill., where she was married to Herman Rulifson Dec. 25, 1873. In 1881 they came to West Union, living on the farm southwest of town until 1916, when they removed to West Union. To them were born eight children, four of whom have passed beyond -- Ralph H. in 1895, Alice in 1903, Frank in 1905, and Laura in 1919. Those left to mourn the loss of a devoted mother are Claude of Galesburg, Ill., Lida, now Mrs. W. C. Harms of St. Paul, Charley, and Elsie, now Mrs. Henry Krueger, of West Union. Mrs. Rulifson also received into her home two motherless grandsons, Orin DeLong and Bertram Olson, for whom she cared until her death. There are also nine other living grandchildren. She also leaves to mourn her aged mother, Julia B. Hammond, two sisters -- Mrs. Lida B. Shaw and Mrs. Alice Flynn, and her brother, Will Hammond, all in California. Mrs. Rulifson was a devout member of the Presbyterian church, though due to her bodily infirmity and intense suffering, she was not able to attend the services of the church much, yet she was always interested in all the activities of the church. Through the ten long years she was confined to her chair she has been most patient and wonderfully cheerful, with always a jolly word for everyone until the last day. Four weeks ago she was forced to take to her bed, and the esteem in which she was held by a host of friends was shown during those weeks. Those of us who knew and loved her know that she has passed to a rest and reward. "If God would give to us the power make a poem like a flower That sows its seeds year after year We'd write of thee, our mother dear, Ten thousand verses, all of you, Our mother, truest of the true: For thou, our perfect flower of love, Art like the God of flowers above."