The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1920-10-07


THURSDAY, OCTOBER !, 1920.
FUNERAL OF MRS.
MARTIN PLOYHAR
| The funeral Of the late Mrs. Martin
! Ployhar was held in the M. E. church
Wednesday afternoon at 2 o'clock,
Rev. j. s. Wilds officiating and inter-
ment was made in Woodbine cemetery.
The floral offerings were very beauti-
full and the words spoken by the Of
ficiating minister were indeed a fine
testimonial to the unselfish life of the
good mother who had passed away to
the great beyond:
Mrs. Ployhar had been faithful
wife, and a loving self-denying moth
er. As wife, through long and ten
der association, she was her husbands
companion, counsellor, and comforter.
I His loneliness will be in the loss of
one who made loneliness impossible.
AS a mother, she was full of loving in
terest in her children. She made
their joys and sorrows her own, and
this love was reciprocated by them.
She was the radiant center of a beau
tiful family affection. 1t must be con-
soling to feel that in the months of
Iher declining health, that loving hands
;|were at her side,. anticipating her
wishes, and leaving nothing undone
THAT would contribute to her happiness
and comfort. AS woman, she was
charitable in judgment, cheerful in
spirit, accomplishing in affliction.
Her last illness was marked by forti-
tude and patience. It was said of her
by the nurses at the hospital, that no
Epatient whom they ever attended was
$50 appreciative and thankful, and
none were ever so cheerful and un-
:, complaining as was she. So charts
teristic was this spirit in her, that
they called her their ideal patient, and
spoke of her in terms of loving affec-
tion.
/ l asked this large family of children
what was the outstanding virtue in
the life of their mother that is pleas
ant to recall amid their sorrows in
connection with her going, and with
unanimous voice, they said: "She
never though of herself first" Un-
selfshness. Her motto was "Others." !"
/ Yes, that is the typical American
! mother. There is one form sacred
, in memory's gallery-one face, which
time, can never erase. It is that of
mother-the dear, gentle, compassion
ate mother, who loved us ere we knew
what love was, and taught us the right
ers we knew the wrong. She sang
US to sleep in the innocence of child
hood and awoke US with loving kisses
on the bright morning of long ago.
She watched us to school in the sum-
mer sun, and taught us our lessons by
the wintry fireside. From childhood's
morn to maturity's hour, she was ever
at hand to sooth and console, and when
at last we must go forth from the old
home and fireside, how 1enderly and
*affectionately she caressed US; and
kissed US good bye-then waited and
hoped and prayed that all would be
well. From first to last her love was
always the same-it knew no bounds.
With cheers for the right and tears
for the wrong, she was happy in our
joys-sad in our sorrows, and she
washed away our errors in the flooded
rivulets of her big soul. Her CEN
science was her guide, and her family
her geratest joy. She lover her home
more than glittering fashion, and
sought honor in the consciensionsness
of doing good. Mid Affections, trials,
and suffering years, she lived for a
purpose-that we might succeed. We
loved her as we loved no other, and
pleasant memories will cluster about
her peaceful grave.
She has gone now-the kind heart
has ceased her it's tender murmur-
ings, and the voice so full of love and
sympathy is hushed in the silence of
the winding sheet, but floating up be-
fore us in the infinite vast, we see
form radiant with the splendor Of no.
Bile virtues and on her wasted brow
is the breath of eternal morning
safe at last in the peaceful home of
the sold. While her body was slow
ly crumbling, her soul was radiantly
youthful and happy, as she looked for
ward to death as the gateway of cor
onation. Her life waned slowly away
till the last spark flickered out in
peaceful sleep. @ ',.
1T is not death to bear
The wrench that sets us free
From dungeon chain, to breathe the
air
Of boundless liberty"
She will be missed by many outside
of her home, but all who knew this
estimable lady will sorrow not as
others which have no hope, for if we
believe that Jesus died and rose again,
even so them also which sleep in
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