SEMI-WEEKLY INTERIOR JOURNAL, STANFORD, KY.
Friday, June 30, 1882
Page 3 Crab Orchard
Miss Bettie Doores is gradually growing worse, is suffering greatly with stricture of the esophagus, and can take no nourishment only in a liquid form.
Friday, December 22, 1882
Page 3
At the Christian church, Tuesday 19th at 12 o'clock, Mr. Jas. F. Holdam and Miss Bettie M. Doores were united in the bonds of marriage. The ceremony was performed by Rev. R. R. Noel a near relative of the bride, in his usual beautiful and impressive style.
Immediately after the ceremony the invited relatives and friends repaired to the residence of Dr. W. M. Doores and partook of a sumptuous feast, which needs no higher eulogy than to say that it was under the supervision of Miss Allie Hardin, Mrs. W. F. Kennedy and Mrs. Dr. Doores.
Friday, June 4, 1886
Page 4 Obituary
After a protracted period of illness, Mrs. Bettie Doores Holdam entered the land of spirits, on the morning of May 29, 1886. Mrs. Holdam was the daughter of Dr. and Mrs. W. M. Doores, and was born October 3, 1860. At the age of nineteen she professed religion, was baptized by Rev. J. G. Livingston, united with the Christian church at this place, and panoplied with a strong, steadfast faith, her life was earnest, simple and pure. On December 19, 1882, she was married to Mr. James F. Holdam, with whom she lived most happily in the conjugal relation, and to whom she was a most faithful and affectionate wife till death separated them. It can be truly said of them, there was no "little rift within the lute." One little daughter, Ila Lee, blessed their union. She is now only two years old - too young to realize the loss that is hers. For more than four years Mrs. Holdam has been a great sufferer, not having known a single well day in all that time. Three weeks ago she was stricken with paralysis, and the loss of power of speech continued without cessation till Saturday morning, when the heart ceased to act, and the work of death was completed. Yes, "God's finger touched her and she slept."
She was wholly conscious until the very last, and calmly and sweetly her spirit returned to God who gave it. She leaves to mourn her sad departure a broken-hearted husband, who has stood by her bed during her long illness, night and day, and administered unto her wants with a devotion unmeasurable. Also a fond father and mother and four loving sisters mourn with bruised and bleeding hearts. Truly their cup of sorrow is full. Just thirteen months ago, Ella, another lovely daughter, was laid away in the cold and silent tomb. Now, the grass is growing green upon her grave and the flowers blossom above her. Even now, after the lapse of time, sweet memory will return, and I who offer this mournful tribute often feel surrounding me the glowing halo of this loved and lost one, ever sweet in temper, refined in person and irresistable in manner. These two dear sisters have fought the fight, won the victory, and are now watching and waiting for their loved ones "beyond the river where the surges cease to roll." Mrs. Holdam's endowment by nature and education so well fitted her for a life of usefulness and happiness. She was a genial companion for both old and young - peculiarly adapting herself to whatever society she was thrown in; and her untimely death is deeply deplored by all who knew her, with whom she was a general favorite. But most of all will she be missed by the dear ones at home, where she was so tenderly loved and waited upon. But now her sufferings are ended and she dwells in that blissful realm where midst bowers of fadeless beauty, angelic choristers ever sweep their golden harps. On Sunday afternoon Rev. R. R. Noel, of Lancaster, (the same who married her) delivered the funeral discourse at the house in a most appropriate and touching manner. Her remains were laid away in the cemetery on the hill, and the long line of relatives and friends who followed her to the grave spoke of the love and esteem entertained for her. The flowers that decked her tomb were a fitting tribute to her many virtues. Bettie loved roses and flowers, and they will bloom in mute admiration and in all their blushing beauty over the sacred and hallowed spot where she now "sleeps the sleep that knows no waking." So husband, father, mother and sisters, I would say, each and all of you have, in this your dark hour of grief, the heart-felt sympathy of many loving friends. May God give to your broken hearts grace to say - "Thy will be done."
"Calm on the bosom of thy God,
Dear Bettie, rest thee now;
E'en while with us thy footsteps tred,
His seal was on thy brow.
Lone is the home, and sad the hours,
Whence thy dear smile is gone;
But oh! a brighter home than ours,
In Heaven, Bettie, is now thine own."
A true friend, Maggie E.
Crab Orchard, Ky, May 31, 1886
(Kentuckiana Digital Library)
Friday, June 30, 1882
Page 3 Crab Orchard
Miss Bettie Doores is gradually growing worse, is suffering greatly with stricture of the esophagus, and can take no nourishment only in a liquid form.
Friday, December 22, 1882
Page 3
At the Christian church, Tuesday 19th at 12 o'clock, Mr. Jas. F. Holdam and Miss Bettie M. Doores were united in the bonds of marriage. The ceremony was performed by Rev. R. R. Noel a near relative of the bride, in his usual beautiful and impressive style.
Immediately after the ceremony the invited relatives and friends repaired to the residence of Dr. W. M. Doores and partook of a sumptuous feast, which needs no higher eulogy than to say that it was under the supervision of Miss Allie Hardin, Mrs. W. F. Kennedy and Mrs. Dr. Doores.
Friday, June 4, 1886
Page 4 Obituary
After a protracted period of illness, Mrs. Bettie Doores Holdam entered the land of spirits, on the morning of May 29, 1886. Mrs. Holdam was the daughter of Dr. and Mrs. W. M. Doores, and was born October 3, 1860. At the age of nineteen she professed religion, was baptized by Rev. J. G. Livingston, united with the Christian church at this place, and panoplied with a strong, steadfast faith, her life was earnest, simple and pure. On December 19, 1882, she was married to Mr. James F. Holdam, with whom she lived most happily in the conjugal relation, and to whom she was a most faithful and affectionate wife till death separated them. It can be truly said of them, there was no "little rift within the lute." One little daughter, Ila Lee, blessed their union. She is now only two years old - too young to realize the loss that is hers. For more than four years Mrs. Holdam has been a great sufferer, not having known a single well day in all that time. Three weeks ago she was stricken with paralysis, and the loss of power of speech continued without cessation till Saturday morning, when the heart ceased to act, and the work of death was completed. Yes, "God's finger touched her and she slept."
She was wholly conscious until the very last, and calmly and sweetly her spirit returned to God who gave it. She leaves to mourn her sad departure a broken-hearted husband, who has stood by her bed during her long illness, night and day, and administered unto her wants with a devotion unmeasurable. Also a fond father and mother and four loving sisters mourn with bruised and bleeding hearts. Truly their cup of sorrow is full. Just thirteen months ago, Ella, another lovely daughter, was laid away in the cold and silent tomb. Now, the grass is growing green upon her grave and the flowers blossom above her. Even now, after the lapse of time, sweet memory will return, and I who offer this mournful tribute often feel surrounding me the glowing halo of this loved and lost one, ever sweet in temper, refined in person and irresistable in manner. These two dear sisters have fought the fight, won the victory, and are now watching and waiting for their loved ones "beyond the river where the surges cease to roll." Mrs. Holdam's endowment by nature and education so well fitted her for a life of usefulness and happiness. She was a genial companion for both old and young - peculiarly adapting herself to whatever society she was thrown in; and her untimely death is deeply deplored by all who knew her, with whom she was a general favorite. But most of all will she be missed by the dear ones at home, where she was so tenderly loved and waited upon. But now her sufferings are ended and she dwells in that blissful realm where midst bowers of fadeless beauty, angelic choristers ever sweep their golden harps. On Sunday afternoon Rev. R. R. Noel, of Lancaster, (the same who married her) delivered the funeral discourse at the house in a most appropriate and touching manner. Her remains were laid away in the cemetery on the hill, and the long line of relatives and friends who followed her to the grave spoke of the love and esteem entertained for her. The flowers that decked her tomb were a fitting tribute to her many virtues. Bettie loved roses and flowers, and they will bloom in mute admiration and in all their blushing beauty over the sacred and hallowed spot where she now "sleeps the sleep that knows no waking." So husband, father, mother and sisters, I would say, each and all of you have, in this your dark hour of grief, the heart-felt sympathy of many loving friends. May God give to your broken hearts grace to say - "Thy will be done."
"Calm on the bosom of thy God,
Dear Bettie, rest thee now;
E'en while with us thy footsteps tred,
His seal was on thy brow.
Lone is the home, and sad the hours,
Whence thy dear smile is gone;
But oh! a brighter home than ours,
In Heaven, Bettie, is now thine own."
A true friend, Maggie E.
Crab Orchard, Ky, May 31, 1886
(Kentuckiana Digital Library)
SEMI-WEEKLY INTERIOR JOURNAL, STANFORD, KY.
Friday, June 30, 1882
Page 3 Crab Orchard
Miss Bettie Doores is gradually growing worse, is suffering greatly with stricture of the esophagus, and can take no nourishment only in a liquid form.
Friday, December 22, 1882
Page 3
At the Christian church, Tuesday 19th at 12 o'clock, Mr. Jas. F. Holdam and Miss Bettie M. Doores were united in the bonds of marriage. The ceremony was performed by Rev. R. R. Noel a near relative of the bride, in his usual beautiful and impressive style.
Immediately after the ceremony the invited relatives and friends repaired to the residence of Dr. W. M. Doores and partook of a sumptuous feast, which needs no higher eulogy than to say that it was under the supervision of Miss Allie Hardin, Mrs. W. F. Kennedy and Mrs. Dr. Doores.
Friday, June 4, 1886
Page 4 Obituary
After a protracted period of illness, Mrs. Bettie Doores Holdam entered the land of spirits, on the morning of May 29, 1886. Mrs. Holdam was the daughter of Dr. and Mrs. W. M. Doores, and was born October 3, 1860. At the age of nineteen she professed religion, was baptized by Rev. J. G. Livingston, united with the Christian church at this place, and panoplied with a strong, steadfast faith, her life was earnest, simple and pure. On December 19, 1882, she was married to Mr. James F. Holdam, with whom she lived most happily in the conjugal relation, and to whom she was a most faithful and affectionate wife till death separated them. It can be truly said of them, there was no "little rift within the lute." One little daughter, Ila Lee, blessed their union. She is now only two years old - too young to realize the loss that is hers. For more than four years Mrs. Holdam has been a great sufferer, not having known a single well day in all that time. Three weeks ago she was stricken with paralysis, and the loss of power of speech continued without cessation till Saturday morning, when the heart ceased to act, and the work of death was completed. Yes, "God's finger touched her and she slept."
She was wholly conscious until the very last, and calmly and sweetly her spirit returned to God who gave it. She leaves to mourn her sad departure a broken-hearted husband, who has stood by her bed during her long illness, night and day, and administered unto her wants with a devotion unmeasurable. Also a fond father and mother and four loving sisters mourn with bruised and bleeding hearts. Truly their cup of sorrow is full. Just thirteen months ago, Ella, another lovely daughter, was laid away in the cold and silent tomb. Now, the grass is growing green upon her grave and the flowers blossom above her. Even now, after the lapse of time, sweet memory will return, and I who offer this mournful tribute often feel surrounding me the glowing halo of this loved and lost one, ever sweet in temper, refined in person and irresistable in manner. These two dear sisters have fought the fight, won the victory, and are now watching and waiting for their loved ones "beyond the river where the surges cease to roll." Mrs. Holdam's endowment by nature and education so well fitted her for a life of usefulness and happiness. She was a genial companion for both old and young - peculiarly adapting herself to whatever society she was thrown in; and her untimely death is deeply deplored by all who knew her, with whom she was a general favorite. But most of all will she be missed by the dear ones at home, where she was so tenderly loved and waited upon. But now her sufferings are ended and she dwells in that blissful realm where midst bowers of fadeless beauty, angelic choristers ever sweep their golden harps. On Sunday afternoon Rev. R. R. Noel, of Lancaster, (the same who married her) delivered the funeral discourse at the house in a most appropriate and touching manner. Her remains were laid away in the cemetery on the hill, and the long line of relatives and friends who followed her to the grave spoke of the love and esteem entertained for her. The flowers that decked her tomb were a fitting tribute to her many virtues. Bettie loved roses and flowers, and they will bloom in mute admiration and in all their blushing beauty over the sacred and hallowed spot where she now "sleeps the sleep that knows no waking." So husband, father, mother and sisters, I would say, each and all of you have, in this your dark hour of grief, the heart-felt sympathy of many loving friends. May God give to your broken hearts grace to say - "Thy will be done."
"Calm on the bosom of thy God,
Dear Bettie, rest thee now;
E'en while with us thy footsteps tred,
His seal was on thy brow.
Lone is the home, and sad the hours,
Whence thy dear smile is gone;
But oh! a brighter home than ours,
In Heaven, Bettie, is now thine own."
A true friend, Maggie E.
Crab Orchard, Ky, May 31, 1886
(Kentuckiana Digital Library)
Friday, June 30, 1882
Page 3 Crab Orchard
Miss Bettie Doores is gradually growing worse, is suffering greatly with stricture of the esophagus, and can take no nourishment only in a liquid form.
Friday, December 22, 1882
Page 3
At the Christian church, Tuesday 19th at 12 o'clock, Mr. Jas. F. Holdam and Miss Bettie M. Doores were united in the bonds of marriage. The ceremony was performed by Rev. R. R. Noel a near relative of the bride, in his usual beautiful and impressive style.
Immediately after the ceremony the invited relatives and friends repaired to the residence of Dr. W. M. Doores and partook of a sumptuous feast, which needs no higher eulogy than to say that it was under the supervision of Miss Allie Hardin, Mrs. W. F. Kennedy and Mrs. Dr. Doores.
Friday, June 4, 1886
Page 4 Obituary
After a protracted period of illness, Mrs. Bettie Doores Holdam entered the land of spirits, on the morning of May 29, 1886. Mrs. Holdam was the daughter of Dr. and Mrs. W. M. Doores, and was born October 3, 1860. At the age of nineteen she professed religion, was baptized by Rev. J. G. Livingston, united with the Christian church at this place, and panoplied with a strong, steadfast faith, her life was earnest, simple and pure. On December 19, 1882, she was married to Mr. James F. Holdam, with whom she lived most happily in the conjugal relation, and to whom she was a most faithful and affectionate wife till death separated them. It can be truly said of them, there was no "little rift within the lute." One little daughter, Ila Lee, blessed their union. She is now only two years old - too young to realize the loss that is hers. For more than four years Mrs. Holdam has been a great sufferer, not having known a single well day in all that time. Three weeks ago she was stricken with paralysis, and the loss of power of speech continued without cessation till Saturday morning, when the heart ceased to act, and the work of death was completed. Yes, "God's finger touched her and she slept."
She was wholly conscious until the very last, and calmly and sweetly her spirit returned to God who gave it. She leaves to mourn her sad departure a broken-hearted husband, who has stood by her bed during her long illness, night and day, and administered unto her wants with a devotion unmeasurable. Also a fond father and mother and four loving sisters mourn with bruised and bleeding hearts. Truly their cup of sorrow is full. Just thirteen months ago, Ella, another lovely daughter, was laid away in the cold and silent tomb. Now, the grass is growing green upon her grave and the flowers blossom above her. Even now, after the lapse of time, sweet memory will return, and I who offer this mournful tribute often feel surrounding me the glowing halo of this loved and lost one, ever sweet in temper, refined in person and irresistable in manner. These two dear sisters have fought the fight, won the victory, and are now watching and waiting for their loved ones "beyond the river where the surges cease to roll." Mrs. Holdam's endowment by nature and education so well fitted her for a life of usefulness and happiness. She was a genial companion for both old and young - peculiarly adapting herself to whatever society she was thrown in; and her untimely death is deeply deplored by all who knew her, with whom she was a general favorite. But most of all will she be missed by the dear ones at home, where she was so tenderly loved and waited upon. But now her sufferings are ended and she dwells in that blissful realm where midst bowers of fadeless beauty, angelic choristers ever sweep their golden harps. On Sunday afternoon Rev. R. R. Noel, of Lancaster, (the same who married her) delivered the funeral discourse at the house in a most appropriate and touching manner. Her remains were laid away in the cemetery on the hill, and the long line of relatives and friends who followed her to the grave spoke of the love and esteem entertained for her. The flowers that decked her tomb were a fitting tribute to her many virtues. Bettie loved roses and flowers, and they will bloom in mute admiration and in all their blushing beauty over the sacred and hallowed spot where she now "sleeps the sleep that knows no waking." So husband, father, mother and sisters, I would say, each and all of you have, in this your dark hour of grief, the heart-felt sympathy of many loving friends. May God give to your broken hearts grace to say - "Thy will be done."
"Calm on the bosom of thy God,
Dear Bettie, rest thee now;
E'en while with us thy footsteps tred,
His seal was on thy brow.
Lone is the home, and sad the hours,
Whence thy dear smile is gone;
But oh! a brighter home than ours,
In Heaven, Bettie, is now thine own."
A true friend, Maggie E.
Crab Orchard, Ky, May 31, 1886
(Kentuckiana Digital Library)
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