East Oregonian : E.O. (Pendleton, OR) 1888-current, 1912-08-02
MRS HENDERSON DIES
AFTER LONG ILLNESS
BODY WILL BE SENT TO
OLD HOME FOR BURIAL.
Mother of Prominent Local Physician
Succumbs at Age of 00-Was
Faithful Church Member.

At o'clock last evening, Mrs
Amanda T. Henderson passed away
at the home of her son, DR.. T. NJ.
Henderson, after a long illness caused
by cancerous growth on her liver.
The funeral was held this afternoon at
$3.50 o'clock at the Methodist church
and the body will leave this evening
accompanied by the son of the deceas-
ed for Covington, indiana, where it
Will be laid to rest by the side of her
husband
Amanda 7. Thomas was born in
Pleasant Hill, Indiana, September "a,
1876 and she was therefore almost Sc
years of age at the time death called
her. On April 1S, 1870, she was
married to DIR. ]. r. Henderson and
to them were born two sons, one OF
which died at the age of sixteen
years. Most of her married life pre-
vious to her husba uds death seven
years ago was spent in Covington, In
diana. Since his death she has made
her home with her son in this city.
Mrs. Henderson has been a lifelong
member of the Methodist Episcopal
church and had always been active
and untiring in her devotion to it. For
many years she has been a member
of the official life of the church of
her choice and was counted by her
co-workers as Jealous laborer and
a Christian for whom no sacrifice was
too great, no duty too severe and no
cross too heavy. Wherever she lived
she has been a devoted member of
the w. c. T. u. and her advice and
assistance will be as greatly missed
in this organization as in the church.
During her illness, Mrs. Henderson
had been a patient sufferer and the
end was accepted with the quiet res
ignation of one who mas no fears of
death.
Besides her son. she leaves two
grandchildren, Dorothy and Juanita
OF this city, a brother in Illinois and
four sisters in Indiana.
In speaking or her death. Rev.
Nathan Evans, pastor of her church
and who conducted the funeral SER
vices, cited the following passage
I'VE are too stupid about death. We
will not learn
How it is wages paid to those who
earn,
How it is the gift for which on
earth we yearn,
To be set free from bondage to the
flesh;
How it is turning seed corn into
grain
How it is winning heavens eternal
gain;
How it means freedom evermore
from pain;
How it untangles every mortal mesh.
We are so selfish cbout death. We
count our grief
lief
Who the Great Reaper gathers in the
sheaf,
No more to know the seasons con-
stant change;
And we forget that it means only
life,
Life with all JOY, peace, rest and
glory rife,
The victory won ana ended all the
strife,
And heaven no longer far away or
strange.
Their Lent is over and their Easter
won,
till over Paradise the sun
Shall rise in majesty, and life begun
Shall grow in glory as the per-
feet day
Moves on, to hold its endless, death
less sway"
A Friends Tribute.
A friend has offered the following
tribute to the deceased woman:
20, Death, where is thy sting,
o, Grave, where is thy victory?''
To that blessed far-off country,
Where our darling one has gone;
Think not that she's passed through
darkness,
Wandering weary and alone.
Jesus loves the faithful children,
He has borne her Ger the flood;
And has lain the precious sleeper
On the bosom of her God.
This dear mother IL at rest,
Where no earthly cares annoy,
In the mansions of the blessed,
Filled with pleasure. peace and joy.