Mary Anna (Enderle) Ruder
Marriages
Jacob Ruder - February 10, 1881
in Quincy, Illinois. [obituary of Jacob Ruder says February 10, 1881; Mary's obituary says simply 1882.]
Burial Details
Obituaries
Eagle Valley Enterprise page 1 - September 6, 1940
MRS. JACOB RUDER PASSES AWAY. Another of County's Pioneer Women Gone After Many Years of Suffering.
One of Eagle county's grandest women was lost to the community when Mrs. Jacob RUDER was called to her Maker last Friday, April 30. For years a sufferer, she was removed to a Glenwood hospital for care only the day before. There she seemingly rested from her pain, but failed in strength rapidly, and finally passed away quietly in her sleep.
Mary Anna ENDERLE was born in Kapple on the Rhine, Baden, Germany, March 23, 1854. When she was thirteen years of age, her parents migrated to the United States and she accompanied them. The family settled at Georgetown, Md., and her girlhood days were spent in Maryland and Virginia. Later they moved to Quincy, Ill., and here Mary met and was married to Jacob RUDER in 1882 [Jacob's obituary says February 10, 1881.]
In 1894, Mrs. RUDER and her family moved to Colorado, first coming to Eagle, and lived for a short time on the Nicholas BUCHHOLZ ranch on Buchholz mesa north of town. Mrs. RUDER was a sister of Mr. BUCHHOLZ. They shortly moved to Minturn, where Mr. RUDER was employed by the Rio Grande railroad until 1897. when he took up as a homestead the ranch land on Gore creek where both he and his wife spent the remainder of their days. Mr. RUDER preceded his wife in death, passing away in 1933.
To this couple were born three daughters and three sons--Katheryne, Pauline, and Frances; John, Edward and Stephen. Frances and Stephen preceded their mother in death.
For the past thirteen years Mrs. RUDER had been an invalid, confined to a chair or bed by arthritis. Her suffering was great all that time, but very few if anyone ever heard a word of complaint from her lips of her pain or plight. She was thoroughly resigned to the thought that her God knew best and would care for her in the end, and that philosophy sustained her during the days of suffering beyond words. Blessed with a strong, keen intellect, she retained her faculties to the last. As with many who have lived long, active, useful lives, in her advanced years she loved to talk of the past, the years of her activity. Her memory wa wonderfully strong, and conversation with her on the past was most interesting--she would talk not of her own life, necessarily, but of events and men of the past century, remembering very distinctly of men and their accomplishments in the building of the country of her adoption and of world affairs.
Of her own affairs, when she talked of them, she had no regrets. She realized she had lived her life, and if it was not satisfactory to her in every way, no one knew it.
Friends were numbered by the hundreds, and on her birthdays dozens of them would gather at the homestead on Gore creek, especially since her invalidism, and make the occasion happy for her, and others would remember her with flowers and gifts. These occasions were a great pleasure to her--the thought that others remembered and cared for her.
Tuesday afternoon the body of this grand old lady was laid to rest in the family burying plot on the mountain side of the ranch home, where the members of the family who had preceded her in death, were buried.
Preceding the burial, funeral services were held in the Catholic church in Minturn, where Father KESSLER read the last mass for the soul of a beloved sister, and one of whom he thought of as a "saint on earth."
From the church a large number of friends and relatives followed the remains to their last resting place, pall bearers being old friends of the deceased--Elmer and Arthur NELSON, Mathew and Clifford INGRAM, Joel MACK, William McBREEN.
Thus ended the earthly existence of one of God's finest creations--a good woman. Surviving Mrs. RUDER are two daughters, Mrs. Katheryn ROSE, Mrs. Pauline ELLIOTT; two sons, Edward and John; twenty-one grandchildren and twelve great grandchildren, all of whom mourn her passing.
We know of no words more fitting in ending than the following verses by Goodwin:
That Wonderful Mother of Mine
You were a wonderful mother,
Dear old mother of mine,
You'll hold a spot down deep in my heart
'Til the stars no longer shine.
Your soul shall live on forever,
On through the fields of time.
For there'll never be another to me
Like that wonderful mother of mine.
