Otis Murphy, well known and highly respected farmer of this area and a life-long resident of this community died suddenly at the age of 70. Funeral service was held at the Church of Christ with Bro. Fred Sizemore. Interment in the Peace Creek Cemetery.
His obituary and a beautifully prepared and presented eulogy by his family follow.
Otis Murphy was born to Henry and Florence Murphy, October 23, 1898, in a farm home near Leesburg. He moved to a new home north of town in 1905 where he lived the remainder of his life. He passed away suddenly July 24, 1969, at the age of 70.
On October 29, 1922, he married the former Edrie Bagley. To this union three sons were born: Leroy of Chisholm, Minn., Yale of Plattsburgh, New York, and Darrel of Stafford. Besides his wife and sons, he is survived by a sister, Mrs. E. E. Groves of Dodge City, a brother W. A. Murphy of Bemidji, Minn, and 11 grandchildren.
He was preceded in death by his parents and two sisters, Nell and Loraine.
He was immersed into Christ in 1917 and continued in faithful service to Christ. He was a song leader for 27 years, and served on both the school and township boards.
The tribute we pay to "Pop" today is really not in honor of him but to the Lord. My husband, father, and grandfather was not a great man as men count greatness. He was not a wise man as some count wisdom. He was not prosperous as some count prosperity. He was not eloquent as some count eloquence.
He was not ambitious for gain at the expense of others. Truly he followed the admonition of the Lord, "Do nothing through faction or vain glory, but in lowliness of mind, he counted others better than himself." (Phil. 2:3)
His physical presence was as unobtrusive as it is this day but he commanded the love and respect of his family.
He was imperfect as men see perfection. He possessed faults...even as we all do but there was never any question as to the source of his motivation or of his strong self-discipline. He would always suffer personal loss rather than inflict an injustice upon another man...yes, even a great man. He was mild of manner and quiet of spirit. He engendered trust by a sincerely humble demeanor. He was never verbose but somehow you always knew what he meant. He didn't mince words. Like the lilies of the field, he found his place and purpose in life...and fulfilled it.
Unpretentious in his dress, he was clothed with an inner peace and conviction born of true faith in the Lord. He didn't just believe he knew that all things work together for the man who loves the Lord and who is accordingly called according to his purpose.
The lovely combination of father and mother injected into our lives the intangible depth of conviction necessary to carry us to a consecrated life in the Lord. We cannot this day speak of all his honorable attributes nor of his failings. His wry humor sustained us when humor was indicated, his stern discipline was effectively administered, his love was honorably displayed, no not really displayed...it permeated our hearts.
We do not weep this day for Pop, we weep for ourselves for our deep personal loss of his physical presence. "We do not sorrow as those who weep who have no hope." (I Thes. 4:13)
"And I heard a voice from heaven saying, Write, Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from henceforth; yea, saith the Spirit, that they rest from their labors, for their work follows with them." (Rev. 14:13)
His obituary and a beautifully prepared and presented eulogy by his family follow.
Otis Murphy was born to Henry and Florence Murphy, October 23, 1898, in a farm home near Leesburg. He moved to a new home north of town in 1905 where he lived the remainder of his life. He passed away suddenly July 24, 1969, at the age of 70.
On October 29, 1922, he married the former Edrie Bagley. To this union three sons were born: Leroy of Chisholm, Minn., Yale of Plattsburgh, New York, and Darrel of Stafford. Besides his wife and sons, he is survived by a sister, Mrs. E. E. Groves of Dodge City, a brother W. A. Murphy of Bemidji, Minn, and 11 grandchildren.
He was preceded in death by his parents and two sisters, Nell and Loraine.
He was immersed into Christ in 1917 and continued in faithful service to Christ. He was a song leader for 27 years, and served on both the school and township boards.
The tribute we pay to "Pop" today is really not in honor of him but to the Lord. My husband, father, and grandfather was not a great man as men count greatness. He was not a wise man as some count wisdom. He was not prosperous as some count prosperity. He was not eloquent as some count eloquence.
He was not ambitious for gain at the expense of others. Truly he followed the admonition of the Lord, "Do nothing through faction or vain glory, but in lowliness of mind, he counted others better than himself." (Phil. 2:3)
His physical presence was as unobtrusive as it is this day but he commanded the love and respect of his family.
He was imperfect as men see perfection. He possessed faults...even as we all do but there was never any question as to the source of his motivation or of his strong self-discipline. He would always suffer personal loss rather than inflict an injustice upon another man...yes, even a great man. He was mild of manner and quiet of spirit. He engendered trust by a sincerely humble demeanor. He was never verbose but somehow you always knew what he meant. He didn't mince words. Like the lilies of the field, he found his place and purpose in life...and fulfilled it.
Unpretentious in his dress, he was clothed with an inner peace and conviction born of true faith in the Lord. He didn't just believe he knew that all things work together for the man who loves the Lord and who is accordingly called according to his purpose.
The lovely combination of father and mother injected into our lives the intangible depth of conviction necessary to carry us to a consecrated life in the Lord. We cannot this day speak of all his honorable attributes nor of his failings. His wry humor sustained us when humor was indicated, his stern discipline was effectively administered, his love was honorably displayed, no not really displayed...it permeated our hearts.
We do not weep this day for Pop, we weep for ourselves for our deep personal loss of his physical presence. "We do not sorrow as those who weep who have no hope." (I Thes. 4:13)
"And I heard a voice from heaven saying, Write, Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from henceforth; yea, saith the Spirit, that they rest from their labors, for their work follows with them." (Rev. 14:13)
Otis Murphy, well known and highly respected farmer of this area and a life-long resident of this community died suddenly at the age of 70. Funeral service was held at the Church of Christ with Bro. Fred Sizemore. Interment in the Peace Creek Cemetery.
His obituary and a beautifully prepared and presented eulogy by his family follow.
Otis Murphy was born to Henry and Florence Murphy, October 23, 1898, in a farm home near Leesburg. He moved to a new home north of town in 1905 where he lived the remainder of his life. He passed away suddenly July 24, 1969, at the age of 70.
On October 29, 1922, he married the former Edrie Bagley. To this union three sons were born: Leroy of Chisholm, Minn., Yale of Plattsburgh, New York, and Darrel of Stafford. Besides his wife and sons, he is survived by a sister, Mrs. E. E. Groves of Dodge City, a brother W. A. Murphy of Bemidji, Minn, and 11 grandchildren.
He was preceded in death by his parents and two sisters, Nell and Loraine.
He was immersed into Christ in 1917 and continued in faithful service to Christ. He was a song leader for 27 years, and served on both the school and township boards.
The tribute we pay to "Pop" today is really not in honor of him but to the Lord. My husband, father, and grandfather was not a great man as men count greatness. He was not a wise man as some count wisdom. He was not prosperous as some count prosperity. He was not eloquent as some count eloquence.
He was not ambitious for gain at the expense of others. Truly he followed the admonition of the Lord, "Do nothing through faction or vain glory, but in lowliness of mind, he counted others better than himself." (Phil. 2:3)
His physical presence was as unobtrusive as it is this day but he commanded the love and respect of his family.
He was imperfect as men see perfection. He possessed faults...even as we all do but there was never any question as to the source of his motivation or of his strong self-discipline. He would always suffer personal loss rather than inflict an injustice upon another man...yes, even a great man. He was mild of manner and quiet of spirit. He engendered trust by a sincerely humble demeanor. He was never verbose but somehow you always knew what he meant. He didn't mince words. Like the lilies of the field, he found his place and purpose in life...and fulfilled it.
Unpretentious in his dress, he was clothed with an inner peace and conviction born of true faith in the Lord. He didn't just believe he knew that all things work together for the man who loves the Lord and who is accordingly called according to his purpose.
The lovely combination of father and mother injected into our lives the intangible depth of conviction necessary to carry us to a consecrated life in the Lord. We cannot this day speak of all his honorable attributes nor of his failings. His wry humor sustained us when humor was indicated, his stern discipline was effectively administered, his love was honorably displayed, no not really displayed...it permeated our hearts.
We do not weep this day for Pop, we weep for ourselves for our deep personal loss of his physical presence. "We do not sorrow as those who weep who have no hope." (I Thes. 4:13)
"And I heard a voice from heaven saying, Write, Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from henceforth; yea, saith the Spirit, that they rest from their labors, for their work follows with them." (Rev. 14:13)
His obituary and a beautifully prepared and presented eulogy by his family follow.
Otis Murphy was born to Henry and Florence Murphy, October 23, 1898, in a farm home near Leesburg. He moved to a new home north of town in 1905 where he lived the remainder of his life. He passed away suddenly July 24, 1969, at the age of 70.
On October 29, 1922, he married the former Edrie Bagley. To this union three sons were born: Leroy of Chisholm, Minn., Yale of Plattsburgh, New York, and Darrel of Stafford. Besides his wife and sons, he is survived by a sister, Mrs. E. E. Groves of Dodge City, a brother W. A. Murphy of Bemidji, Minn, and 11 grandchildren.
He was preceded in death by his parents and two sisters, Nell and Loraine.
He was immersed into Christ in 1917 and continued in faithful service to Christ. He was a song leader for 27 years, and served on both the school and township boards.
The tribute we pay to "Pop" today is really not in honor of him but to the Lord. My husband, father, and grandfather was not a great man as men count greatness. He was not a wise man as some count wisdom. He was not prosperous as some count prosperity. He was not eloquent as some count eloquence.
He was not ambitious for gain at the expense of others. Truly he followed the admonition of the Lord, "Do nothing through faction or vain glory, but in lowliness of mind, he counted others better than himself." (Phil. 2:3)
His physical presence was as unobtrusive as it is this day but he commanded the love and respect of his family.
He was imperfect as men see perfection. He possessed faults...even as we all do but there was never any question as to the source of his motivation or of his strong self-discipline. He would always suffer personal loss rather than inflict an injustice upon another man...yes, even a great man. He was mild of manner and quiet of spirit. He engendered trust by a sincerely humble demeanor. He was never verbose but somehow you always knew what he meant. He didn't mince words. Like the lilies of the field, he found his place and purpose in life...and fulfilled it.
Unpretentious in his dress, he was clothed with an inner peace and conviction born of true faith in the Lord. He didn't just believe he knew that all things work together for the man who loves the Lord and who is accordingly called according to his purpose.
The lovely combination of father and mother injected into our lives the intangible depth of conviction necessary to carry us to a consecrated life in the Lord. We cannot this day speak of all his honorable attributes nor of his failings. His wry humor sustained us when humor was indicated, his stern discipline was effectively administered, his love was honorably displayed, no not really displayed...it permeated our hearts.
We do not weep this day for Pop, we weep for ourselves for our deep personal loss of his physical presence. "We do not sorrow as those who weep who have no hope." (I Thes. 4:13)
"And I heard a voice from heaven saying, Write, Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from henceforth; yea, saith the Spirit, that they rest from their labors, for their work follows with them." (Rev. 14:13)
