Springdale Cemetery
Fairview Lawn
Charles Ballance was born in Kentucky,
the son of Willis Ballance (Revolutionary War soldier) and Joyce Green Ballance.
He came to Peoria in 1832 and married Miss Julia M. Schnebly in 1836. They had
ten children.
Mr. Ballance was a prominent attorney in Peoria
and held various other offices -- mayor and justice of the peace. He spent many
years fighting the French Claims in the courts to free the land titles in
Peoria from the early French settlers who had claimed previous ownership.
Mr. Ballance also wrote a book "History of Peoria" that was
published in 1870.
(see published
bios)
The Ballance monument with the individual stones in front...all in the line.

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Here is an interesting style of tombstone...

| Mark Daniel Batchelder | born 1868 Lincoln, Vermont | died 1935 Albany, N. Y. |
| Mary Williams Batchelder wife of Mark Batchelder |
born 1868 Bridport, Vermont | died 1937 Peoria, Illinois |
| Lucile Batchelder Crawford | born 1888 St. Louis, Missouri | died 1927 Peoria, Illinois |
| May Belle Batchelder | born 1901 Chicago, Illinois | died 1904 Peoria, Illinois |
| Corinne Batchelder Connolly Luthy | born 1895 St. Louis, Missouri | died 1965 Peoria, Illinois |
| Joseph Henry Batchelder | born 1890 St. Louis, Missouri | died 1944 Peoria, Illinois |
| Isabelle Coffey Batchelder wife of Joseph Batchelder |
born 1893 Peoria, Illinois | died 1925 Peoria, Illinois |

Frederic Block 1855 - 1906
Dena Block 1858 - 1903

The Corning Mausoleum
Franklin Tracy Corning 1851 - 1915 (whiskey baron)
Frances Corning 1855 - 1899
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Backward Glance: Torrents of Fire
(written by Janine
Crandell & published in the Jubilee Advocate in 2005)
What was it like when the “whiskey barons” ruled Peoria? When you look
along the river in the downtown area, it’s hard to visualize that Peoria had
produced more whiskey than any other city in history. It is said the revenue
collected from the whiskey tax in Peoria was larger than in any other district
in the U. S., including Chicago.
And yet, with all the tremendous success came
tremendous devastation. Back in the old days, fires were frequent and
all-consuming, especially in the distillery industry.
Imagine, if you will, a long row of distilleries all
along the Illinois River, where smoke stacks are belching out columns of smoke
and the heavy smell of whiskey mingles with the odor of the stockyard. The hum
of business can be heard. It’s after 4:00 o’clock on a warm summer’s afternoon
in 1904. A worker from the Clark Distillery stops by to visit a few friends at
the Corning Distillery.
Then suddenly an alarm goes off at 4:19 p. m. As the
warning blares on, the sky is filled with billowing towers of smoke and people
begin to flock to the vicinity. Within an hour, thousands of curious onlookers
are on the scene. Before the firemen have arrived, the fire which started in
Warehouse B of the Corning Distillery has spread to neighboring buildings. One
man is seen carried out of the warehouse in a sea of fire. Within Warehouse B,
the fire causes several explosions which, in turn causes the eleven-story
building to collapse. It was later said the ruins of the warehouse stood sixty
feet high.
The firemen have finally arrived. They quickly realize
that it’s impossible to put out the fire and that they should concentrate their
efforts in preventing the fire from spreading to other buildings. Luckily, for
the city, it wasn’t windy that day. As it was, torrents of blazing whiskey that
were a foot deep, spread quickly through gullies in the street and towards the
river. The burning spirits also spill into the sewers. The firemen see smoke
rising from the man-holes and swiftly pour water into the sewers.
The flood of fire continues on its destructive course
until it reaches the stockyard. Three thousand head of cattle in their pens are
suffocated from the smoke and the surrounding buildings that were just completed
a few months before are burned as well.
Fifteen men, including the man from Clark Distillery
who was visiting his friends, lost their lives as a result of the fire. It was
never discovered what caused the fire, but some speculated a faulty lantern was
to blame. Because it was common for whiskey barrels to leak, especially during
the summer months, one person was assigned the dangerous job of checking every
rack, looking for leaking barrels. He was the only person who worked in the
warehouse who could have a lantern...and now he was dead. Strict safety
procedures were implemented to minimize fire hazards, but apparently there were
still flaws. The Corning Company had experienced two other recent fires, one of
them occurring eight months earlier, with a loss of seven lives. They would have
another huge fire in 1908. Along with other distillery fires, the causes of the
fires were never discovered.
Even though the fire itself was under control later on
that night, the city had an even bigger problem. Dr. Hayes, the health
commissioner at the time, said the cattle carcasses had to be disposed of
quickly before it posed a serious health hazard. The officials had a difficult
time figuring out how to remove the cattle. After several failed attempts, they
finally chose pouring “carbolic oil” over the remains and burning them.
Unfortunately, the odor was so intense by then that they couldn’t find enough
men to volunteer for the work. It took them over a week to clean up the
stockyard.
Franklin Corning, the president of Corning Distillery,
was in New York City at the time of the 1904 fire, which was said to be the most
expensive fire in the distilling industry. When he returned to Peoria a couple
of days later, he immediately began to make plans for a new warehouse. His
distillery continued to operate until 1919 when Prohibition shut down the
distilleries for a period of time. At the time of his death in 1915, Mr.
Corning, must have seen “the handwriting on the wall” and realized the ‘whiskey
era’ would soon be over.
Even though Corning Distillery doesn’t exist today,
there is the impressive Corning mausoleum in the Springdale cemetery.
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