Her name may have been Almyra.
In Memory of Mrs. Myra Brashear...
who departed this life August 2, 1903.
Deceased was born Dec. 26, 1836, in Monroe County, Mo., where she lived until ten years ago, when she and her husband and family moved to this county, where she has since resided.
She was the only daughter of Catherine and Cannon Hicks. Was married to G. W. Brashear Feb. 22, 1862, and to this union were born eight children, as follows: G. S. and C. L. Brashear, Mesdames J. M. Theiner, H. L. Gorrell, Lloyd May, R. L. Miller, and Miss Modie Brashear. The youngest, Katie, preceded her to that better world four years and seven days.
Our mother was taken sick August 22 and was ill twelve days. Her suffering was inexpressible, but through it all she bore a calm resignation to the will of the Lord. She joined the Christian church at an early age and lived a consistent member of that church for a number of years, but later in life on hearing the Holiness doctrine set forth she became convinced of its reality and embraced its truths, after which her life was one to be admired by all who met her. She was indeed an Israelite in whom there was no guile. She always went about doing good, cheering the downcast, comforting the weak, administering to the wants of the needy, imploring the wicked to turn from their evil ways, encouraging the righteous to hold out faithful. We were often made to wonder at her self denial and Christian fortitude.
An invalid for twenty-five years, yet seldom complaining; so noble, so kind, so true. There are none like you, oh, my mother; we miss you everywhere. There is a vacant chair in our circle, a form we loved is gone. She will never return to us, but she said that we should meet her there where there would be no more sickness nor dying, no sorrow nor crying, but all would be well.
Oh, you, who taught my feet to walk, my pratting tongue to pray, how can I live without you! Everything seems dark and dreary and home a prison wall. She knew she was going to die, but begged us not to weep, for she was just going home.
On Saturday, upon being presented with some flowers by a friend, she said, "I'll soon be where the flowers are ever blooming." On Sunday she passed away.
Farewell, dear mother, sweet thy rest. Weary with years and worn with pain; farewell, till in some happy place we behold thy face again; 'tis ours to miss thee all our years; thine in the Lord to rest, for so He giveth His beloved sleep. We know that ere this her feet, worn with the toil of years; hath touched the golden strand; that the angels, joyful for one so good, so true, to join their number, have borne her through the Celestial City; that Christ himself, our loving Savior, hath placed a crown of righteousness on her brow, that whatever our lot may be here, hers is perfect peace; today she sleeps neath the silent mound over in the church yard. Ere long we shall all be gathered there; til then we shall see her sweet face no more, nor hear her gentle footfall. No more shall her loving voice welcome us home, nor her outstretched arms clasp us to loving breast; nay, nor a mother's kiss be imprinted on our brow. Fare thee well, dear mother! Thou art gone but not forgotten. Never shall thy memory fade. Sweetest thoughts shall ever linger round the grave where thou art laid.
Funeral services were conducted by Rev. M. S. Carter, after which we laid her to rest in the Oak Hill cemetery by the side of Sister Kate.
She has ceased from her labors; her works do follow her. "The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away; blessed be the name of the Lord."
We shall meet her, we shall greet her, in the land that knows no care. Yea, we fear not death's chilly waters, for o'er them we shall be borne on a mother's pinions.
Then fare thee well a little while; life's troubled dream is past; for we shall meet with thee again; our heaven, our home, at last.
-- Myra M. Brashear
In Memory of Mrs. Myra Brashear...
who departed this life August 2, 1903.
Deceased was born Dec. 26, 1836, in Monroe County, Mo., where she lived until ten years ago, when she and her husband and family moved to this county, where she has since resided.
She was the only daughter of Catherine and Cannon Hicks. Was married to G. W. Brashear Feb. 22, 1862, and to this union were born eight children, as follows: G. S. and C. L. Brashear, Mesdames J. M. Theiner, H. L. Gorrell, Lloyd May, R. L. Miller, and Miss Modie Brashear. The youngest, Katie, preceded her to that better world four years and seven days.
Our mother was taken sick August 22 and was ill twelve days. Her suffering was inexpressible, but through it all she bore a calm resignation to the will of the Lord. She joined the Christian church at an early age and lived a consistent member of that church for a number of years, but later in life on hearing the Holiness doctrine set forth she became convinced of its reality and embraced its truths, after which her life was one to be admired by all who met her. She was indeed an Israelite in whom there was no guile. She always went about doing good, cheering the downcast, comforting the weak, administering to the wants of the needy, imploring the wicked to turn from their evil ways, encouraging the righteous to hold out faithful. We were often made to wonder at her self denial and Christian fortitude.
An invalid for twenty-five years, yet seldom complaining; so noble, so kind, so true. There are none like you, oh, my mother; we miss you everywhere. There is a vacant chair in our circle, a form we loved is gone. She will never return to us, but she said that we should meet her there where there would be no more sickness nor dying, no sorrow nor crying, but all would be well.
Oh, you, who taught my feet to walk, my pratting tongue to pray, how can I live without you! Everything seems dark and dreary and home a prison wall. She knew she was going to die, but begged us not to weep, for she was just going home.
On Saturday, upon being presented with some flowers by a friend, she said, "I'll soon be where the flowers are ever blooming." On Sunday she passed away.
Farewell, dear mother, sweet thy rest. Weary with years and worn with pain; farewell, till in some happy place we behold thy face again; 'tis ours to miss thee all our years; thine in the Lord to rest, for so He giveth His beloved sleep. We know that ere this her feet, worn with the toil of years; hath touched the golden strand; that the angels, joyful for one so good, so true, to join their number, have borne her through the Celestial City; that Christ himself, our loving Savior, hath placed a crown of righteousness on her brow, that whatever our lot may be here, hers is perfect peace; today she sleeps neath the silent mound over in the church yard. Ere long we shall all be gathered there; til then we shall see her sweet face no more, nor hear her gentle footfall. No more shall her loving voice welcome us home, nor her outstretched arms clasp us to loving breast; nay, nor a mother's kiss be imprinted on our brow. Fare thee well, dear mother! Thou art gone but not forgotten. Never shall thy memory fade. Sweetest thoughts shall ever linger round the grave where thou art laid.
Funeral services were conducted by Rev. M. S. Carter, after which we laid her to rest in the Oak Hill cemetery by the side of Sister Kate.
She has ceased from her labors; her works do follow her. "The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away; blessed be the name of the Lord."
We shall meet her, we shall greet her, in the land that knows no care. Yea, we fear not death's chilly waters, for o'er them we shall be borne on a mother's pinions.
Then fare thee well a little while; life's troubled dream is past; for we shall meet with thee again; our heaven, our home, at last.
-- Myra M. Brashear
Her name may have been Almyra.
In Memory of Mrs. Myra Brashear...
who departed this life August 2, 1903.
Deceased was born Dec. 26, 1836, in Monroe County, Mo., where she lived until ten years ago, when she and her husband and family moved to this county, where she has since resided.
She was the only daughter of Catherine and Cannon Hicks. Was married to G. W. Brashear Feb. 22, 1862, and to this union were born eight children, as follows: G. S. and C. L. Brashear, Mesdames J. M. Theiner, H. L. Gorrell, Lloyd May, R. L. Miller, and Miss Modie Brashear. The youngest, Katie, preceded her to that better world four years and seven days.
Our mother was taken sick August 22 and was ill twelve days. Her suffering was inexpressible, but through it all she bore a calm resignation to the will of the Lord. She joined the Christian church at an early age and lived a consistent member of that church for a number of years, but later in life on hearing the Holiness doctrine set forth she became convinced of its reality and embraced its truths, after which her life was one to be admired by all who met her. She was indeed an Israelite in whom there was no guile. She always went about doing good, cheering the downcast, comforting the weak, administering to the wants of the needy, imploring the wicked to turn from their evil ways, encouraging the righteous to hold out faithful. We were often made to wonder at her self denial and Christian fortitude.
An invalid for twenty-five years, yet seldom complaining; so noble, so kind, so true. There are none like you, oh, my mother; we miss you everywhere. There is a vacant chair in our circle, a form we loved is gone. She will never return to us, but she said that we should meet her there where there would be no more sickness nor dying, no sorrow nor crying, but all would be well.
Oh, you, who taught my feet to walk, my pratting tongue to pray, how can I live without you! Everything seems dark and dreary and home a prison wall. She knew she was going to die, but begged us not to weep, for she was just going home.
On Saturday, upon being presented with some flowers by a friend, she said, "I'll soon be where the flowers are ever blooming." On Sunday she passed away.
Farewell, dear mother, sweet thy rest. Weary with years and worn with pain; farewell, till in some happy place we behold thy face again; 'tis ours to miss thee all our years; thine in the Lord to rest, for so He giveth His beloved sleep. We know that ere this her feet, worn with the toil of years; hath touched the golden strand; that the angels, joyful for one so good, so true, to join their number, have borne her through the Celestial City; that Christ himself, our loving Savior, hath placed a crown of righteousness on her brow, that whatever our lot may be here, hers is perfect peace; today she sleeps neath the silent mound over in the church yard. Ere long we shall all be gathered there; til then we shall see her sweet face no more, nor hear her gentle footfall. No more shall her loving voice welcome us home, nor her outstretched arms clasp us to loving breast; nay, nor a mother's kiss be imprinted on our brow. Fare thee well, dear mother! Thou art gone but not forgotten. Never shall thy memory fade. Sweetest thoughts shall ever linger round the grave where thou art laid.
Funeral services were conducted by Rev. M. S. Carter, after which we laid her to rest in the Oak Hill cemetery by the side of Sister Kate.
She has ceased from her labors; her works do follow her. "The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away; blessed be the name of the Lord."
We shall meet her, we shall greet her, in the land that knows no care. Yea, we fear not death's chilly waters, for o'er them we shall be borne on a mother's pinions.
Then fare thee well a little while; life's troubled dream is past; for we shall meet with thee again; our heaven, our home, at last.
-- Myra M. Brashear
In Memory of Mrs. Myra Brashear...
who departed this life August 2, 1903.
Deceased was born Dec. 26, 1836, in Monroe County, Mo., where she lived until ten years ago, when she and her husband and family moved to this county, where she has since resided.
She was the only daughter of Catherine and Cannon Hicks. Was married to G. W. Brashear Feb. 22, 1862, and to this union were born eight children, as follows: G. S. and C. L. Brashear, Mesdames J. M. Theiner, H. L. Gorrell, Lloyd May, R. L. Miller, and Miss Modie Brashear. The youngest, Katie, preceded her to that better world four years and seven days.
Our mother was taken sick August 22 and was ill twelve days. Her suffering was inexpressible, but through it all she bore a calm resignation to the will of the Lord. She joined the Christian church at an early age and lived a consistent member of that church for a number of years, but later in life on hearing the Holiness doctrine set forth she became convinced of its reality and embraced its truths, after which her life was one to be admired by all who met her. She was indeed an Israelite in whom there was no guile. She always went about doing good, cheering the downcast, comforting the weak, administering to the wants of the needy, imploring the wicked to turn from their evil ways, encouraging the righteous to hold out faithful. We were often made to wonder at her self denial and Christian fortitude.
An invalid for twenty-five years, yet seldom complaining; so noble, so kind, so true. There are none like you, oh, my mother; we miss you everywhere. There is a vacant chair in our circle, a form we loved is gone. She will never return to us, but she said that we should meet her there where there would be no more sickness nor dying, no sorrow nor crying, but all would be well.
Oh, you, who taught my feet to walk, my pratting tongue to pray, how can I live without you! Everything seems dark and dreary and home a prison wall. She knew she was going to die, but begged us not to weep, for she was just going home.
On Saturday, upon being presented with some flowers by a friend, she said, "I'll soon be where the flowers are ever blooming." On Sunday she passed away.
Farewell, dear mother, sweet thy rest. Weary with years and worn with pain; farewell, till in some happy place we behold thy face again; 'tis ours to miss thee all our years; thine in the Lord to rest, for so He giveth His beloved sleep. We know that ere this her feet, worn with the toil of years; hath touched the golden strand; that the angels, joyful for one so good, so true, to join their number, have borne her through the Celestial City; that Christ himself, our loving Savior, hath placed a crown of righteousness on her brow, that whatever our lot may be here, hers is perfect peace; today she sleeps neath the silent mound over in the church yard. Ere long we shall all be gathered there; til then we shall see her sweet face no more, nor hear her gentle footfall. No more shall her loving voice welcome us home, nor her outstretched arms clasp us to loving breast; nay, nor a mother's kiss be imprinted on our brow. Fare thee well, dear mother! Thou art gone but not forgotten. Never shall thy memory fade. Sweetest thoughts shall ever linger round the grave where thou art laid.
Funeral services were conducted by Rev. M. S. Carter, after which we laid her to rest in the Oak Hill cemetery by the side of Sister Kate.
She has ceased from her labors; her works do follow her. "The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away; blessed be the name of the Lord."
We shall meet her, we shall greet her, in the land that knows no care. Yea, we fear not death's chilly waters, for o'er them we shall be borne on a mother's pinions.
Then fare thee well a little while; life's troubled dream is past; for we shall meet with thee again; our heaven, our home, at last.
-- Myra M. Brashear
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