Jennie Casseday
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Louisville, Kentucky, U.S.
Louisville, Kentucky, U.S.
- philanthropist
- social reformer
- school founder
- letter writer
Jennie Casseday | |
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| Born | June 9, 1840 Louisville, Kentucky, U.S. |
| Died | February 8, 1893 (aged 52) Louisville, Kentucky, U.S. |
| Resting place | Cave Hill Cemetery |
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| Notable works | A letter concerning the ministry of flowers |
Jennie Casseday (June 9, 1840 – February 8, 1893) was a 19th-century American philanthropist, social reformer, school founder, and letter writer. Born in Louisville, Kentucky, in 1840, her girlhood passed amid the surroundings of a wealthy Christian home. In 1861, she was thrown from a carriage; she survived the resulting spinal injury but was physically disabled, and in pain for the rest of her life. It was her own love of flowers in the sick-room which first suggested the Flower Mission.[1] In 1885, she served as superintendent, Flower-mission Department, of the Shut-in Society.[2] When Frances E. Willard came to Louisville in 1881, Cassedy gained Willard's consent to become superintendent of this work for the Woman's Christian Temperance Union (WCTU). From that time until her death, she directed from her sick-bed world-wide plans for this philanthropy, personally conducting an immense correspondence in its interests. Besides her work in the Flower Mission, Casseday was the founder of the Jennie Casseday Infirmary, and the Louisville Training School for Nurses.[1]
Casseday was born in Louisville, Kentucky, June 9, 1840. Her parents were Samuel Casseday (1795–1876) and Eliza McFarland Casseda (1800–1849). She had nine siblings including, Benjamin, S. Addison, Mary, and Fannie.[3]

Her father, Samuel, was a Virginian, a Presbyterian, and a slave owner. He was one of the wealthiest men in the city and he was constantly giving away large sums of money to charitable enterprises.[4] He was the eldest son of Peter Casseday, who was killed in the American Revolutionary War.[4] Her mother, Eliza, was born in Philadelphia of Ulster parents and held the British view of slavery. She donated the land on which the Presbyterian orphanage was, as well as a large sum of money with which to begin the building.[4][5] Eventually, the family's slaves were freed and sent to Liberia paid for by the Cassedays.[6]

Casseday was a normal little girl, born of rich, cultured parents who loved to give their children everything possible for happiness. She was so round, ruddy and sturdy that her big brothers called her "Dutch". That was her family nickname until she was nearly grown, until in fact it seemed pitiless to call her by it. The Casseday home was notable in its day. It stood on the corner of Fourth and Jefferson streets, where the Masonic Temple building was later built. At that time, this part of the city was considered the most fashionable residence quarter.[4] In 1844, Samuel bought an elevated plateau in the heart of Louisville and built a big house, providing winter romp-rooms for his daughters and a completely furnished carpenter shop for his son. This wise provision kept his children at home and also supplied companionship with the boys and girls of his friends.[6]
Eliza, the mother, died in 1849 when Casseday was nine years of age. Immediately after this, Miss Mary Ann McNutt, Eliza's half-sister, took charge of the household, so continuing in authority as long as the father lived; afterwards, until her own death, keeping the family together.[3][5] When Cassedy was well in her 'teens, Aunt McNutt called her "Miss Gadabout".[7]
Casseday's intense love for flowers, and for all nature, was an inheritance from her mother. The spacious grounds of the residence were laid off in figures and wide serpentine walks, with rare trees and flowers. There was a high stone retaining wall with a plantation border which was filled with lilacs, peonies, altheas, weigelias, golden elder, barberry bushes, calacanthus and moss roses. There were broad stretches of bluegrass, ending in circles and squares and half moons of roses.[7]
Just before Casseday graduated from school, her years of too intensive study exerted her brain[tone], and a fever drifted for months. After that came a period of happy young womanhood, of boyfriends, travel, and social life. In 1861,[8] she was the victim of a terrible accident brought about by runaway horses, an overturned carriage, her body dragged along under the wheels, and maimed forever.[9]
