Mrs. Elizabeth Cline

Died at the home of Thomas Seal, in Northfork township, Mrs. Elizabeth Cline in her seventy-seventh year. Since long before the war, Mrs. Cline has been a resident of Barton, known and loved by many. Of her life it may truthfully be said:

" None knew her but to love her, none named her but to praise".

All of her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren (some fifty or sixty in number) except the families of one son and grandson are settled around the old homestead. May her gentle, loving, untiring faith, fullness in her relation to them, to the world, the church, and to the Lord Jesus, be a model to us who are left "A little longer here below". When the master said "come up higher" she peacefully folded her hands and passed from our sight-through the dim valley of only the shadow of death-through the gates of pearl, into the Eternal City. Rev. C. B. Elliott

Grandmother Cline

Great Granmother Cline made her home with her youngest son Jones Brummet, often visiting weeks at a time with her other children. She was renound for being the Mother in-law that was loved and honored by both daughter and son in-laws. All went to her with their troubles, knowing she would bring peace instead of family bickering. Years after she had passed away I asked the then only surviving daughter in-law (the one she made her home with) if that was just an idea formed after her death. She answered; "Really I can't recall her ever saying or doing anything to hurt my feelings. She was wonderful to me and I can't recall any of the other daughter in-laws daring to speak against her." I remember her as the sweatest and kindest of Grandmothers. I thought her beautiful, and was surprised years after to see a tin-type of her as being rather plain. She was the only Grandparent of mine I ever knew as the rest died before my birth.
At her death (she was ill only a week) all her children but her youngest son were with her. She talked with each one as though she was going on a pleasant though long journey. She kissed all as her eyes grew dim but still called for Uncle Brum, so Uncle Tom Seal her youngest daughters husband stooped and kissed her. She laughed and slapped him saying "Tom, you old joker". and passed away with a smile. So even death was a great adventure for her.