*** IN LOVING MEMORY OF ***
Amanda R. (Dennis) Austin passed away at 8 o'clock p.m. on Thursday; October 29, 1903 at Montezuma; Poweshiek County, Iowa, at the age of 78 years, 7 months and 4 days. Amanda was united in marriage to Charles Austin on June 10, 1842, her schoolmate who still survives her, having borne each others joys and sorrow for 62 years. The deceased was born in Wyoming County, New York on March 25, 1825. In 1845 she with her husband moved to Kane County, Illinois. She united with the Church of Christ at Mayfield, Illinois in 1862. Moved to Iowa in 1869 and settled near Deep River.
In 1900 she moved to South Dakota for her health, being a great asthmatic sufferer also afflicted by cancer. She returned to Montezuma, Iowa where she underwent a surgical operation at the home of her daughter: Mrs. William Law, who cared for her to the end. She was the mother of ten children, four preceded her to the other world and six who with the aged husband still survive her. Mrs. W. B. Spencer, Mrs. Wm. Law, Mrs. J. H. Grier, of Des Moines, Mrs. W. J. Moore, Chas. E. and George Austin, of Montezuma, besides ten grandchildren and two great grandchildren, six brothers and one sister. Her suffering was very great and intense, but she bore it all without a murmur and always gave a pleasant smile or joke. All that medical skill and kind and loving hands could do was done to prolong her life but it was unavailing. She had selected her burial place in the old cemetery so her wishes were granted. Funeral services were held from the home of Mr. Law in the west part of the city by Elder J. H. Stark, minister of the Church of Christ, in the presence of a large concourse of relatives and friends after which the remains were taken to the cemetery and quietly laid to rest to await the great resurrection. Those who attended from out of town were Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Grier, Mrs. W. B. Spencer, Mr. Isaac Crisman of Des Moines, Mr. Ed Carr and Mrs. Jennie Baker, of Thornburg.

Gone to they rest Dear Mother
Gone to they dreamless bed,
Thine in the Lord to rest forever
Till he gave his beloved dead.

Farewell Dear Mother, sweet they rest,
Weary with years and worn with pain,
Farewell till in some happy place
We shall behold thy face again.

But who can tell who next may fall
Beneath His chastening rod
One must go first but let us all
Prepare to meet our God.