Evening star., 1944-03-10
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ory Of my dear mother. MARY BARBOUR,
who departed this life nineteen years ago
today, March 10, 1925.
Your weary hours and days Of pain,
Your troubled nights are past,
And in my aching heart know
You have found sweet rest at last.
'Tis sweet to know we will meet again.
AnS wheye y desT desrtns mstbsr Is no o1en more - veil
has ERK Ghas bfaVoPED fShs FfI0rs SON, RALPH.
BARDRoFF, JOSEPH o. In sad but low
sEFa M q 81 my yyo asa1 sSiRd R
life twelve years ago today. March 10,
Gone are his steps loved SO dear.
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LOVING WIFE, MABEL.
BROWN, ELIZA JANE. A tribute Of love
mo sna G 1as % Gi Gur SN dsE
BROWN, who departed this life seven years
ago, March 10, 1887.
Oh. mother heart and mother hands
And mother care that always longs
To share our burden and our songs
These are your. praises that We sing.
This is the tribute that we bring,
THE FAMILY.
BURTON. JOHN A. The devoted hus-
ts s Nes M sss: sso
today. March 10. 1888.
Oh. holy hush, oh. blessed rest.
The body sti .tt The spirit blessed; $,
DEvoTED 5 II WIFE H AHp iSnsfa LoviNd vic SON. d
GINGELL, HAROLD LESTER. In loving
remembrance Of HAROLD LESTER GIN
SELL G.lds ,a Tho ode DIED four years ago today
We never Thought when you left US
You never would return.
The shock was hard. the. pain severe.
We DO not Know the pain you bore. 7
We did not see you die. a-a
Toof Ms ch,y You Knam Suddenly % @ away. h0'' @n''
Year BY year we wander to the grave not
Where lies the sweetest memory of one
MABEL. HAROLD LEE AND KENNETH
HAMPTON, THOMAS H. Sacred to the
Of n our dsa5 VINO and sssep
10, 1928.
A heart as pure as gold;
To those who knew and loved him
His memory will never grow old.
A happy home we once enjoyed.
HIS LOVING WIFE AND DAUGHTERS.
JAMES, CHARLES WILLIAM. once
more we place our wreath Of forget-me-nots
father. CHARLES WILLIAM JAMES, who
passed to the other side eight years ago
today, March 10, 1885.
Just to know him was to love him,
Just to love him was to share
In the kind and generous spirit
That went with him everywhere.
And the lasting fneness OF him
Cannot ever pass away.
But continues through the dawnins
DEyoTEaD Vsiif Children Rissp'Ai AND edRANDcHn-
Of our son and brother, HENRY [. JONES,
who fell asleep in Jesus six years ago to-
day. March 10. 1888.
We are lonely. oh, so lonely.
How we miss you none can tell:
Mother is thinking Of you at night.
Pssr Rsa e bsppR hoy ay we Te ss once seu
you home. to rest;
YouR e Pveo fov1SG yo9 NJ feSf Ha 1 FATHER
BROTHER AND SISTERS.
MCNEIL, GRACE CosTIN. In sad re-
mepprsnee Of my dear sister GRAG;E ;
one year ago today, March 10, 1943.
Getting used to being lonesome.
That's the hard cross to bear:
Getting used to all the sorrow
You were once so quick to share.
Forget your No, never will,
! loved you then. love you still;
Your memory is as fresh today
AS in the hour you passed away.
You are not forgotten, Grace.
Nor will you ever be;
AS long. as life's memory lasts
YOUR DEvoTED SISTER MABLE MASON.
MORRISON; ALMAIHA atSr In l9yins %I ,nep mep-
RIsON; who passed away forty-three years
''' ' DAUGHTER, NErT1E.
NAUMANN. JOHN T. JACK). In loving
memory of our dear father father-in Jaw
and grandfather, JOHN T. JACk) NAU-
N' JIMMY IRENE AND RICHARD.
NEWTON. EDWARD. In loving memory
Of odr husband and father, EDWARD
today, March TO- 1881.
Time speeds on. thirteen years have passed
Since death its gloom its shadows cast
Within our home, where all seemed bright,
And took from us a shining light.
We miss that light and ever will,
His vacant place there is none to AL.
Down here we mourn, but not in vain.
Fer up in Heaven we will meet again.
LOVING WIFE AND CHILDREN.
NussEAR,, EDWARD, R. In loving re-
r. Who pased
six years ago today, March 10. 1898.
Every day brings sweet memories,
Every memory brings a tear:
Deep within our hearts we cherish
Thoughts Of you we loved SO dear.
DEVOTED WIFE AND DAUGHTER.
PIxTON. HAZEL b. In sad but loving
remembrance of our dear daughter and
sister, HAZEL B. PIXTON, who left us
sixteen years ago today, March 10 1928.
We often sit and think OF you
When we are. all alone;
For memory is the only thing
That grief can call its own.
Gone, but not forgotten.
THE FAMILY.