Young Farmer Taken
Young Man in Prime of Life Falls Is Victim to The Spanish Influenza And
Complications
(picture of a very nice young looking gentleman)
When from out the throng Death picks one or another it seems to make but little
difference to the world at large. But there are occasions when it seems hard to understand why a young man whose lifeis so full of fruitful deeds is taken and
so many less useful left. It is one of the unfathomable mysteries that the human mind is unable to cope with. As we think over the young manhood of this
community not one comes to our mid who could have been so ill spared. Coming here in the first blush of youth he literally carved for himself and family a
prosperous home from the raw prairie, a fine set of building now surmounting the
knoll where but a few years ago the native prairie grasses were waving.
To the faithful wife and manly sons there is little that can be said that can in
any way mitigate their grief. But they can take some satisfaction from the
noble life he lived and the deathless heritage he has left them of an upright
and unspotted character.
Fred Armstrong Bell was born on January 22, 1882, in Coles county, Illinois, and
died on November 16, 1918, at his farm home in Bates township, Hand County,
South Dakota, having but just reached the prime of young manhood. We do not
have the exact date of his marriage, but it was something over 15 years ago to
Miss Daisy Davis, a girl with whom he had grown up from girlhood. Two sons were
born to them, the oldest about 14 and the youngest about 10. They are bright,
manly little fellows and will be the mainstay of their mother in the future
management of the farm the older one having already shown himself useful in many
ways around the farm, and in a few years will be able to step into the place
left vacant by the untimely death of his father.
During the season a couple of years ago when Rev. Spence conducted services
quite regularly at Meritt’s grove the Bells came nearly every Sunday and became
very much interested, so it was only natural that Mrs. Bell should feel the he
should preach the funeral sermon. This Rev. Spence readily consented to do,
making the hard trip overland from Stickney. The roads were almost impassable
from the recent rains, but in spite of that fact many of the neighbor gathered
to pay their last respects to the memory of their departed friend. The services
were conducted at the Rose Hill church and interment made in the cemetery but a
few miles distant from the Bell farm.
Thus had ended a life of great promise. In his home community he occupied
something of the position of the Good Samaritan, ever standing ready to lend a
helping had, no matter how much it might inconvenience him. Though young in
years, yet he was looked up to and his advice sought by much older men. He was
ever ready to give advice and council and his neighbors were ever seeking that
council. He was prominent in all local affairs, holding the office of Township
treasurer for many years. He was always a leader in the Liberty Loan campaigns
and put his township “over the top” every time.
Times Enterprise, Wessington, Beadle, South Dakota
Friday, November 29, 1918, p1 c4
courtesy - Barb Jones (#47367273)
Young Man in Prime of Life Falls Is Victim to The Spanish Influenza And
Complications
(picture of a very nice young looking gentleman)
When from out the throng Death picks one or another it seems to make but little
difference to the world at large. But there are occasions when it seems hard to understand why a young man whose lifeis so full of fruitful deeds is taken and
so many less useful left. It is one of the unfathomable mysteries that the human mind is unable to cope with. As we think over the young manhood of this
community not one comes to our mid who could have been so ill spared. Coming here in the first blush of youth he literally carved for himself and family a
prosperous home from the raw prairie, a fine set of building now surmounting the
knoll where but a few years ago the native prairie grasses were waving.
To the faithful wife and manly sons there is little that can be said that can in
any way mitigate their grief. But they can take some satisfaction from the
noble life he lived and the deathless heritage he has left them of an upright
and unspotted character.
Fred Armstrong Bell was born on January 22, 1882, in Coles county, Illinois, and
died on November 16, 1918, at his farm home in Bates township, Hand County,
South Dakota, having but just reached the prime of young manhood. We do not
have the exact date of his marriage, but it was something over 15 years ago to
Miss Daisy Davis, a girl with whom he had grown up from girlhood. Two sons were
born to them, the oldest about 14 and the youngest about 10. They are bright,
manly little fellows and will be the mainstay of their mother in the future
management of the farm the older one having already shown himself useful in many
ways around the farm, and in a few years will be able to step into the place
left vacant by the untimely death of his father.
During the season a couple of years ago when Rev. Spence conducted services
quite regularly at Meritt’s grove the Bells came nearly every Sunday and became
very much interested, so it was only natural that Mrs. Bell should feel the he
should preach the funeral sermon. This Rev. Spence readily consented to do,
making the hard trip overland from Stickney. The roads were almost impassable
from the recent rains, but in spite of that fact many of the neighbor gathered
to pay their last respects to the memory of their departed friend. The services
were conducted at the Rose Hill church and interment made in the cemetery but a
few miles distant from the Bell farm.
Thus had ended a life of great promise. In his home community he occupied
something of the position of the Good Samaritan, ever standing ready to lend a
helping had, no matter how much it might inconvenience him. Though young in
years, yet he was looked up to and his advice sought by much older men. He was
ever ready to give advice and council and his neighbors were ever seeking that
council. He was prominent in all local affairs, holding the office of Township
treasurer for many years. He was always a leader in the Liberty Loan campaigns
and put his township “over the top” every time.
Times Enterprise, Wessington, Beadle, South Dakota
Friday, November 29, 1918, p1 c4
courtesy - Barb Jones (#47367273)
Young Farmer Taken
Young Man in Prime of Life Falls Is Victim to The Spanish Influenza And
Complications
(picture of a very nice young looking gentleman)
When from out the throng Death picks one or another it seems to make but little
difference to the world at large. But there are occasions when it seems hard to understand why a young man whose lifeis so full of fruitful deeds is taken and
so many less useful left. It is one of the unfathomable mysteries that the human mind is unable to cope with. As we think over the young manhood of this
community not one comes to our mid who could have been so ill spared. Coming here in the first blush of youth he literally carved for himself and family a
prosperous home from the raw prairie, a fine set of building now surmounting the
knoll where but a few years ago the native prairie grasses were waving.
To the faithful wife and manly sons there is little that can be said that can in
any way mitigate their grief. But they can take some satisfaction from the
noble life he lived and the deathless heritage he has left them of an upright
and unspotted character.
Fred Armstrong Bell was born on January 22, 1882, in Coles county, Illinois, and
died on November 16, 1918, at his farm home in Bates township, Hand County,
South Dakota, having but just reached the prime of young manhood. We do not
have the exact date of his marriage, but it was something over 15 years ago to
Miss Daisy Davis, a girl with whom he had grown up from girlhood. Two sons were
born to them, the oldest about 14 and the youngest about 10. They are bright,
manly little fellows and will be the mainstay of their mother in the future
management of the farm the older one having already shown himself useful in many
ways around the farm, and in a few years will be able to step into the place
left vacant by the untimely death of his father.
During the season a couple of years ago when Rev. Spence conducted services
quite regularly at Meritt’s grove the Bells came nearly every Sunday and became
very much interested, so it was only natural that Mrs. Bell should feel the he
should preach the funeral sermon. This Rev. Spence readily consented to do,
making the hard trip overland from Stickney. The roads were almost impassable
from the recent rains, but in spite of that fact many of the neighbor gathered
to pay their last respects to the memory of their departed friend. The services
were conducted at the Rose Hill church and interment made in the cemetery but a
few miles distant from the Bell farm.
Thus had ended a life of great promise. In his home community he occupied
something of the position of the Good Samaritan, ever standing ready to lend a
helping had, no matter how much it might inconvenience him. Though young in
years, yet he was looked up to and his advice sought by much older men. He was
ever ready to give advice and council and his neighbors were ever seeking that
council. He was prominent in all local affairs, holding the office of Township
treasurer for many years. He was always a leader in the Liberty Loan campaigns
and put his township “over the top” every time.
Times Enterprise, Wessington, Beadle, South Dakota
Friday, November 29, 1918, p1 c4
courtesy - Barb Jones (#47367273)
Young Man in Prime of Life Falls Is Victim to The Spanish Influenza And
Complications
(picture of a very nice young looking gentleman)
When from out the throng Death picks one or another it seems to make but little
difference to the world at large. But there are occasions when it seems hard to understand why a young man whose lifeis so full of fruitful deeds is taken and
so many less useful left. It is one of the unfathomable mysteries that the human mind is unable to cope with. As we think over the young manhood of this
community not one comes to our mid who could have been so ill spared. Coming here in the first blush of youth he literally carved for himself and family a
prosperous home from the raw prairie, a fine set of building now surmounting the
knoll where but a few years ago the native prairie grasses were waving.
To the faithful wife and manly sons there is little that can be said that can in
any way mitigate their grief. But they can take some satisfaction from the
noble life he lived and the deathless heritage he has left them of an upright
and unspotted character.
Fred Armstrong Bell was born on January 22, 1882, in Coles county, Illinois, and
died on November 16, 1918, at his farm home in Bates township, Hand County,
South Dakota, having but just reached the prime of young manhood. We do not
have the exact date of his marriage, but it was something over 15 years ago to
Miss Daisy Davis, a girl with whom he had grown up from girlhood. Two sons were
born to them, the oldest about 14 and the youngest about 10. They are bright,
manly little fellows and will be the mainstay of their mother in the future
management of the farm the older one having already shown himself useful in many
ways around the farm, and in a few years will be able to step into the place
left vacant by the untimely death of his father.
During the season a couple of years ago when Rev. Spence conducted services
quite regularly at Meritt’s grove the Bells came nearly every Sunday and became
very much interested, so it was only natural that Mrs. Bell should feel the he
should preach the funeral sermon. This Rev. Spence readily consented to do,
making the hard trip overland from Stickney. The roads were almost impassable
from the recent rains, but in spite of that fact many of the neighbor gathered
to pay their last respects to the memory of their departed friend. The services
were conducted at the Rose Hill church and interment made in the cemetery but a
few miles distant from the Bell farm.
Thus had ended a life of great promise. In his home community he occupied
something of the position of the Good Samaritan, ever standing ready to lend a
helping had, no matter how much it might inconvenience him. Though young in
years, yet he was looked up to and his advice sought by much older men. He was
ever ready to give advice and council and his neighbors were ever seeking that
council. He was prominent in all local affairs, holding the office of Township
treasurer for many years. He was always a leader in the Liberty Loan campaigns
and put his township “over the top” every time.
Times Enterprise, Wessington, Beadle, South Dakota
Friday, November 29, 1918, p1 c4
courtesy - Barb Jones (#47367273)
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