Isaac Augustus Wetherby was the son of Isaac Wetherby of Stowe, Massachusetts and Sophia (Greene) Wetherby of Rhode Island.
Isaac Wetherby came to Iowa City in 1858 with wife Catherine and daughters Ida and Carrie in a covered carriage, moving his family to their long awaited goal of owning rich farm land in Iowa. it was that he opened up his first photography studio.
[Isaac Wetherby secured his position in local photographic history by being the first photographer whose work has been identified in Iowa City and one of the earliest portrait painters in the state. Not only did he leave the earliest views of what was then Iowa's state capital and its urban landscape, but also a handful of oil paintings in museum collections - Wetherby's Gallery by Marybeth Slonneger]
He spent the later years of his life in Kansas and in 1902 at the age of 83 he worked at the Quenemo Sanatorium for two years before his death. His body was brought back to Iowa City and buried in Oakland Cemetery with his wife and and daughter Carrie
Carrie wrote tenderly about her father shortly after his death
"Father was a man that loved to live. He thoroughly [sic] enjoyed life. There was nothing gloomy or sad in his nature he was very alive in every sense of the word. He look[ed] so nice to us all. did not look his age, but it seemed so strange to see him still if we could see more life as he saw it I think the world [would] be Brighter for us all. but he lived to a good old age & the orbit of his Life has passed out of our sight to shine again in another life. As I s[t]ood & looked at him I thought what a pattern for young men temperate in all things. in full possession of all of his faculties, had his second eye sight. the Dr said his eye sight was perfect, his letters written with as fine a hand as they were 40 years ago. so much for a temperate life thank God for that. We had a letter written 15 of Feb in which he said it was a recreation to paint. could paint so fast. said he walked a mile every day when it was pleasant. a life fully ripe.
I miss him so & always felt I could ask him advice & it would be good. that i could depend on it.
Isaac Wetherby came to Iowa City in 1858 with wife Catherine and daughters Ida and Carrie in a covered carriage, moving his family to their long awaited goal of owning rich farm land in Iowa. it was that he opened up his first photography studio.
[Isaac Wetherby secured his position in local photographic history by being the first photographer whose work has been identified in Iowa City and one of the earliest portrait painters in the state. Not only did he leave the earliest views of what was then Iowa's state capital and its urban landscape, but also a handful of oil paintings in museum collections - Wetherby's Gallery by Marybeth Slonneger]
He spent the later years of his life in Kansas and in 1902 at the age of 83 he worked at the Quenemo Sanatorium for two years before his death. His body was brought back to Iowa City and buried in Oakland Cemetery with his wife and and daughter Carrie
Carrie wrote tenderly about her father shortly after his death
"Father was a man that loved to live. He thoroughly [sic] enjoyed life. There was nothing gloomy or sad in his nature he was very alive in every sense of the word. He look[ed] so nice to us all. did not look his age, but it seemed so strange to see him still if we could see more life as he saw it I think the world [would] be Brighter for us all. but he lived to a good old age & the orbit of his Life has passed out of our sight to shine again in another life. As I s[t]ood & looked at him I thought what a pattern for young men temperate in all things. in full possession of all of his faculties, had his second eye sight. the Dr said his eye sight was perfect, his letters written with as fine a hand as they were 40 years ago. so much for a temperate life thank God for that. We had a letter written 15 of Feb in which he said it was a recreation to paint. could paint so fast. said he walked a mile every day when it was pleasant. a life fully ripe.
I miss him so & always felt I could ask him advice & it would be good. that i could depend on it.
Isaac Augustus Wetherby was the son of Isaac Wetherby of Stowe, Massachusetts and Sophia (Greene) Wetherby of Rhode Island.
Isaac Wetherby came to Iowa City in 1858 with wife Catherine and daughters Ida and Carrie in a covered carriage, moving his family to their long awaited goal of owning rich farm land in Iowa. it was that he opened up his first photography studio.
[Isaac Wetherby secured his position in local photographic history by being the first photographer whose work has been identified in Iowa City and one of the earliest portrait painters in the state. Not only did he leave the earliest views of what was then Iowa's state capital and its urban landscape, but also a handful of oil paintings in museum collections - Wetherby's Gallery by Marybeth Slonneger]
He spent the later years of his life in Kansas and in 1902 at the age of 83 he worked at the Quenemo Sanatorium for two years before his death. His body was brought back to Iowa City and buried in Oakland Cemetery with his wife and and daughter Carrie
Carrie wrote tenderly about her father shortly after his death
"Father was a man that loved to live. He thoroughly [sic] enjoyed life. There was nothing gloomy or sad in his nature he was very alive in every sense of the word. He look[ed] so nice to us all. did not look his age, but it seemed so strange to see him still if we could see more life as he saw it I think the world [would] be Brighter for us all. but he lived to a good old age & the orbit of his Life has passed out of our sight to shine again in another life. As I s[t]ood & looked at him I thought what a pattern for young men temperate in all things. in full possession of all of his faculties, had his second eye sight. the Dr said his eye sight was perfect, his letters written with as fine a hand as they were 40 years ago. so much for a temperate life thank God for that. We had a letter written 15 of Feb in which he said it was a recreation to paint. could paint so fast. said he walked a mile every day when it was pleasant. a life fully ripe.
I miss him so & always felt I could ask him advice & it would be good. that i could depend on it.
Isaac Wetherby came to Iowa City in 1858 with wife Catherine and daughters Ida and Carrie in a covered carriage, moving his family to their long awaited goal of owning rich farm land in Iowa. it was that he opened up his first photography studio.
[Isaac Wetherby secured his position in local photographic history by being the first photographer whose work has been identified in Iowa City and one of the earliest portrait painters in the state. Not only did he leave the earliest views of what was then Iowa's state capital and its urban landscape, but also a handful of oil paintings in museum collections - Wetherby's Gallery by Marybeth Slonneger]
He spent the later years of his life in Kansas and in 1902 at the age of 83 he worked at the Quenemo Sanatorium for two years before his death. His body was brought back to Iowa City and buried in Oakland Cemetery with his wife and and daughter Carrie
Carrie wrote tenderly about her father shortly after his death
"Father was a man that loved to live. He thoroughly [sic] enjoyed life. There was nothing gloomy or sad in his nature he was very alive in every sense of the word. He look[ed] so nice to us all. did not look his age, but it seemed so strange to see him still if we could see more life as he saw it I think the world [would] be Brighter for us all. but he lived to a good old age & the orbit of his Life has passed out of our sight to shine again in another life. As I s[t]ood & looked at him I thought what a pattern for young men temperate in all things. in full possession of all of his faculties, had his second eye sight. the Dr said his eye sight was perfect, his letters written with as fine a hand as they were 40 years ago. so much for a temperate life thank God for that. We had a letter written 15 of Feb in which he said it was a recreation to paint. could paint so fast. said he walked a mile every day when it was pleasant. a life fully ripe.
I miss him so & always felt I could ask him advice & it would be good. that i could depend on it.
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