The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1898-06-23
MEMORIAL.

Martin Dringardner, died at her home
near st. Josephs on June II, 1898,
in the eighty second year Of her age.
She was the eldest daughter of Joshua
Green, born IN Harbaughs Valleys at
the base of South Mountain, Mary
land and with her parents came, the
baby, to Ohio in 1918. She was mar
ried 70 Martin Bringardner, in June
of 1896, in the old log church at st.
Josephs which her, father, one of a
dozen pioneers, helped to build in
that very early morning day.
! Her husbands farm adjolned her
fathers. Here in a place, sacred in
all of the affections of birthplace and
habitation, Ann Bringardner lived
in womanly quiet for over the allotted
span of 'three score and ten," and
raised her family in the sound of the
Angelus Bell. Her husband, man
of eighty-eight ears, and five child
rem survive her.
In these wild, rushing, material
times, not much account is given by
the world in the death and burial
and disappearance of a good woman.
Her name is not incribed on monu-
mental stcHes OF stained glass windows.
She was dutiful to her family, to her
church, to her neighbors, and in low
ing hearts is cheerful tribute and
memorial prayer.
Aunt Ann was a woman who took
no part in public affairs. She didn't
belong to societies that wear uniforms
and made anniversary parades. She
went to church and said her prayers
and then went home and got dinner
for the family. 1t was kind of mat
ter of fact way of doing and it is not
exhibited in paintings for church or
college walls, and it is not sung in
hymns nor recited in poetry. But
this is just what the dutitul woman
simply did. She did not ride in car
riages on great occasions. She did
not conduct the church fair nor pic
mic festival. She was not the head
nor part of the information bureau,
nor a messenger of gossip through the
community; quiet, prudent, indul-
gent motherly woman who made her
home her kingdom and her sanctuary
where the good might learn from her
if they listed, how to be better.
Aunt Ann was home-body. So
often was she scolded because she
didn't ego out"
The word would go round, as it
does in country neighborhoods that
somebody is sick, somebody died.
Aunt Ann would leave her unbaked
bread in the oven ,and in home clothes
and her black sunbonnet, which was
the sign and symbol of Messiah to
The sick, would glide away, to where
her hand hard and calloused andstrong
with work could cool brow or soften
4 pillow.
For sixty-two years, Aunt Ann and
Uncle Mart lived and labored; loved
,ut and fought out the battle of life.
She has gone to her rest and ber
.eward. The world has nothing to
oestow to her. Her children. eminent,
Useful, good are the testimonials, and
friends in wide country round have {
or her, prayer. i
May it not be but right whe a
he reccollection of the departed
comes to us in the rush as we'll as !
he hush of llfe's day and night, when
is held with the saints
o vouchafe prayer to one whose
Iuiet life is fragrant with benefactions
o the sick and dying, and whose
land held the Crucifx, when the {
nigel of death took the spirit home. {
There is pious belief,not dogma S
,ut consoling suggestion that the
,ood who have gone before us,
Visit US in dreams
Hide over our memory, like shadows over
streams
let us hopethatthe good woman who
vas so attentive TO the weak and
weary living with her, may still,
n spirit, look down upon us, still in
he Valley with regards not altogether
stranged, as we climb to the cope of
he mountain to greet the sun of the c
eternal morning. a
NrnTJrE