Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1922-10-17
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AA 3D. In ioynE remembFspce Of my dear
husband. WILLIAM y. HARDY whs
Isss fo., away one year sgo today. October
Passed from this earth to peaceful. rest.
sh-d ny Gcd. who knows hest.
nlUass In our memory you will remain
HIS LOVING 'S WIFE We ms Srr sg1ini u.ppy
my assr son aud baby grandson, CHARLES
-. kfLE, who died four years ago TODAY -
,1nsr IL 1918: my grandson CHARLES
IL. 1919 ~ ''"-''
Dss by day ! grow more lonesome
lonesome rs the moments ny.
oIien l ind myself WONDERING
wondering why my Charlie died
HIS LONELY MOTHER. IDA u. KYLE
1--we tribute of love to the memory Of
PETER A. LAWS. who departed this NJ.
Two years ago today. October IL. 1870
FORGET him ne never will
Mr.. AND MRS LARRY DE LEON.
LovELEss In sad and loving remembrance.
or our dear son and brother NORMAN A
IL. 1918.
How I miss the welcome footsteps -
or the one l loved so dear:
OFT lisen for his coming
Feeling sure that he is near
surrounded by friends, an lonely:
Amidst pleasure 1 feel blue
smile On my face and q heertachp-
Aching and longing for you
HIS LONELY MOTHER.
All is ssd within our home
Lonely are our hearts today
For the one we loved SO dearly
mas forever passed away.
Gone, but never forgotten
BY THE FAMILY.
It's sweet 10 know we'll meet again
where parting is more
For the one ! loved 30 dearly
Has only gone before.
Some time some day nv eyes shall zee
The face that loved SO we'll
Some day his hands shall clasp In mine
AND never say farewell.
HIS LOVING AUNT MANDY.
dear son. EDWARD +. MccoRMTcK 81 Who
depar d,d this life four years ago. October
May his soul rest in peace va amsp
MCCORMICK. In loving memory of our dear
father and husband, EDWARD F. McCOR-
MICk who died four years ago today, Oc-
fober IL. 1915.
A loving one from US has gone,
voice We loved is stiiled
place is vacant in our home
Which never can be filled.
HIS LOVING WIFE AND CHILDREN.
MEIER. Sacred to the memory Of my b.
loved mother, ANNA c. MEIER, who en-
tered into rest October Il. 1921.
Oft from my heart comes a bitter cry.
Why. oh. why. did my mother die:
linen comes the answer, SO soothing and
sweet
Your mother is not dead. but only asleep.
Sleep on, dear mother. and take your rest.
God called you home: he thought it best.
He saw your sufferings here were great
And opened vide the golden gate
WELSH. AND FAMILY.
our baby girl. ETHEL MAY RILEY. who
departed this life four years ago today, o.
tOber IL. 1915.
HER DEVOTED MOTHER. DADDY. SIS
TER AND BROTHERS.
SEWERS In sad but loving remembrance Of
departed this life four years ago today, De-
tober Il. 1918
Four years ago today
You left this earthly shore.
And as the years have come I'D gone
miss you more and more
hear no more the voice I loved
see no more thy face.
And everywhere within the home
see one vacant place.
Sleep on. dear wife. peacefully sleep.
WAS left for yOu to weep;
Your face my mind shall ever see.
Forgotten never will YOU be.
HER LOVING HUSBAND. LOUIS A. sIEv
TRAIL. In memory of nv dear wife
life four years ago today, October IL. 1915.
Forget her? No. 1 never will.
loved her then: I love her still.
Her memory is as fresh today
As in the hour she passed away
think Of you in silence
Few eyes have seen me weep.
For many silent team I shed
When others fast asleep
HER HUSBAND. GEORGE Il. TRAIL.
TURNER. In loving memory of my dear hus-
band. ELLIE Z. TURNER. vino died ''Some-
where in France four years ago today. DC
tober IL. 1913. Anniversary mass At 81.
Patrick's Church, an.
Your sweet face is forever before me.
can feel your hand in mine:
The sweet look YOU always gave me
Still fingers within my mind.
Though cast down I'm not forsaken
Though SO lonesome, I'm not alone:
Thou did'et give. Thou has taken.
Blessed Lord. Thy will be done
HIS LOVING WIPE. EMILY n. TURNER
WRIGHT. In loving remembrance Of my little
daughter ELIZABETH l.. WRIGHT who
departed this life one year ago today. Octo-
Der L. 1921.
My heart is sad and lonely
My grief is too great TO tell:
Bnt time will come. care not when.
That I with my little daughter shsll dwell
WRITTEN BY her LOVING MOTHER
MRS. LoCEASE A. WRIGHT.