Evening star., 1946-12-07
In Mrntnriatit

BOWSER, MARY LOUISE. Sacred to
LOUISE BowsER. who left us two years
ago today, December 2, 1914.
We do not need q special day
To bring you to our minds.
The days we do not think of you
Are very hard to find.
SIZE, CLARA, GEORGE AND RosINA.
BRADY. FLORENCE M. In loving mem
ory Of my dear daughter. FLORENCE NJ.
BRADY. who went to rest one year ago
today. December z, i945.
To have and love, then have to part
Is the greatest sorrow OF mothers heart;
One dear to me has gone,
The voice I love is stilled:
A place is vacant in my heart
Which never can be filed.
My heart still aches with sadness,
My eyes I'LL up with tears.
Only God knows just how much miss her
HER MOTHER.
COOK, HARRY M. In sacred memory
Of my dear husband, HARRY M. COOK,
day December z, 1910.
over the hills far away lies my loved one,
Sleeping. peacefully among the cedars
The little birds in the treetops sweetly
others Topping their little wings there in
the stream.
It's comforting to know you aren't alone,
When everything is gloomy. dark and
still;
To me there is nothing more beautiful,
Than having the little birds with you
there on the hill.
May God bless you;
YOUR DEVOTED WIFE, MAUD A. COOK.
DIGGs. GEORGE A. In loving memory
who died on December z, 1943.
I often sit and talk of you
And think of how you died,
To know you could not say good-by
Before you closed your eyes.
My heart still aches with sadness,
My eyes shed many tears:
Only God knows how much miss you
HIS s. DRSosD hS sna Of WIFE Tse LucY sc yf5Ts paos
FREEMAN. SALLY. In memory of our
loving mother SALLY AdLs FREEMAN IAN who de-
MRS DELLA BUNDY, MRS. SARAH
WILSON, MISS HARRIET FREEMAN.
GRIGGs, JOHN A. In loving memory
a. a. nsSfT aed MSo et US 5ad
1916.
Often ten We s sit and n taM talk Of; Of yog %.a
To know you could not say good-by
HIS foVISe iSIs yss SON s.Sisp 2Np FaMILY MELVIN.
FLORENCE, MICKEY AND SIS.
HARDING, EMMA. In loving memory
EMMA HARDING. who died thirteen years
ago today, December 2, 1888.
We miss you now. our hearts are sore,
As time goes by we miss you more;
Your loving smile, your gentle face,
YoUR YStHR DEVOTED DAUGHTER. ALVERpA
S,r,es GATES; IsS AZ AMP p dRANDDAUoHT.R'
HARRIS, CoRPL. CARROLL T. A trib-
ute Of love and devotion to the o.
corpi cAsRoII HARRfs Who departed
this life December z, 1945.
The blow vas hard. the shock severe,
Only those who have lost can tell
The pain of parting without farewell.
What would we give to hold your hand
Your dear face just to see;
Your loving smile. your welcome voice,
That meant so much to us.
We didn't think when you left home
That you would not return:
Sleep on. dear one, and take your rest.
Is sSS Ss S6 Soas gG aNE
SISTERS
HARRIS, CORPL. CARROLL T. A trib-
~a ute of love. and devotion to the
% T.ans memory sp1niI of ny dear raPpfs ore1nsE
(@ hd who departed this life one yeai
| u ago, December z, 1916.
1t was in the morning,
One year ago TO-DAY,
An angel of death came down to earth
And took my dear brother away.
What happy hours we once enjoyed
When we we're all together,
But, oh, how changed it all is now
Since you are gone forever.
The years may wipe out many things,
/ Plitt this thew wine never,
The memory OF those happy days
When we were all together.
THhkMa ThdlE nisiss ANp EVERETT.
HARRIS, LILLY tAGGIE). In ioyins
nq SaE q Tf HhRRIs u.s. Sso sssf
this life nineteen years ago today Decem.
| A wonderful mothes. woman and aide.
aoSaer He Tas voss os SSa oSa snd trne
| One in Million that mother was you.
Just in your Judgment. always. right,
Honest and liberal ever upright;
Loved by your friends and all whom yot
Wonderful mother, that mother was you
Called from this world for peace and rest
Called by God. who knowest "a, best; :.,n
| Dear to our memories you Will remain
YouR Yos5 in pEvoThD assesH pe H6sBANp RSsa sfan
HARRIS, AND CHILDREN.
HATTON, GEORGE c.. In loving mem
ory Of our beloved husband and father
4 GEORGE c. HATTON, who passed ava!
/ suddenly two years ago today, December
/ 1914
4 Remembrance is golden chain
/ Death tries to break. but all in vain;
4 To have, to love and then to part
Is the greatest sorrow OF cnes heart.
The years may wipe our many things,
Bus this they wipe out never.
/ The memory of those happy days
J When we were all together:
A DEVOTED WIFE AND CHILDREN.