of Winfield Propst
m Albert T. Conrad
Moved by a deep sense of her loss, and by appreciation of her kindness on the days of the years of her pilgrimage, the writer records this simple and sincere tribute to the memory of his nearest neighbor and longtime friend, Mrs. A.T. Conrad.
First of all, she was a real neighbor, during all the years of our dwelling side by side our relations were uniformly pleasant and mutually helpful.
Nothing that a near neighbor should do was left was the writer grateful for her ministrations to his often sick mother. Time after time she came into the home, either in response to a call or voluntarily, and came not only as a minister of help, with her strong arms and willing and skillful hands, but as a minister of good cheer and encouragement.
Nearly always she came and left with cheerfulness of word and face, imparting hope and courage to the sick and to all. As a neighbor with the words, go and do likewise.
She was a true friend, no change in her mind toward those she held as friends. "The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried grapple them to thee with hooks of steel." So she did. She was true to them through evil reports as well as through good reports. There was no vacillating in her attitude, no insincerity in her professions. What she was, she was.
She was devoted to the welfare of her family, Energetic, frugal, and capable, she toiled and planned incessantly for the material and intellectual welfare of those who were her own. After frailties of body had impaired her splendid physical powers, she still wrought beyond her strength for the comfort of her loved ones, and that the children might be educated.
She was a christian, in early life she had become a member of the Lutheran church, and afterwards renewed her profession of faith and joined the church of her husband, along with her oldest daughter.
When a few short months ago, the writer and his assistants canvassed the community for members of The Fellowship if Intercession, she was one of those who pledge themselves to pray for the salvation of men and the coming of Christ's Kingdom. Little did she or we think as our prayers ascended together that she would so soon be transferred from the church militant to the church triumphant.
Two of her favorite hymns for she was a lover of music and one of the leading singers of the community in earlier days were "Will there be any Stars in my Crown," and "When to Roll is called up Yonder." At the church where she had worshiped these were sung softly by her friends over the silent for still beautiful in death from which the spirit had returned to God who gave it.
Her sun went suddenly down when it had just crossed the meridian of mature womanhood. Those of us who knew and loved her as a friend and a neighbor will cherish her memory as such until our own "sun goeth down", trusting through the grace of God and not through the merits of any of us tomeether.
On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise and the glory of his resurrection share, When the Saints of earth shall gather to their home beyond the skies, And the Roll is called up yonder.
A.D.L.
{Abstracted from Pendleton County Obituaries} provided by Shock
m Albert T. Conrad
Moved by a deep sense of her loss, and by appreciation of her kindness on the days of the years of her pilgrimage, the writer records this simple and sincere tribute to the memory of his nearest neighbor and longtime friend, Mrs. A.T. Conrad.
First of all, she was a real neighbor, during all the years of our dwelling side by side our relations were uniformly pleasant and mutually helpful.
Nothing that a near neighbor should do was left was the writer grateful for her ministrations to his often sick mother. Time after time she came into the home, either in response to a call or voluntarily, and came not only as a minister of help, with her strong arms and willing and skillful hands, but as a minister of good cheer and encouragement.
Nearly always she came and left with cheerfulness of word and face, imparting hope and courage to the sick and to all. As a neighbor with the words, go and do likewise.
She was a true friend, no change in her mind toward those she held as friends. "The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried grapple them to thee with hooks of steel." So she did. She was true to them through evil reports as well as through good reports. There was no vacillating in her attitude, no insincerity in her professions. What she was, she was.
She was devoted to the welfare of her family, Energetic, frugal, and capable, she toiled and planned incessantly for the material and intellectual welfare of those who were her own. After frailties of body had impaired her splendid physical powers, she still wrought beyond her strength for the comfort of her loved ones, and that the children might be educated.
She was a christian, in early life she had become a member of the Lutheran church, and afterwards renewed her profession of faith and joined the church of her husband, along with her oldest daughter.
When a few short months ago, the writer and his assistants canvassed the community for members of The Fellowship if Intercession, she was one of those who pledge themselves to pray for the salvation of men and the coming of Christ's Kingdom. Little did she or we think as our prayers ascended together that she would so soon be transferred from the church militant to the church triumphant.
Two of her favorite hymns for she was a lover of music and one of the leading singers of the community in earlier days were "Will there be any Stars in my Crown," and "When to Roll is called up Yonder." At the church where she had worshiped these were sung softly by her friends over the silent for still beautiful in death from which the spirit had returned to God who gave it.
Her sun went suddenly down when it had just crossed the meridian of mature womanhood. Those of us who knew and loved her as a friend and a neighbor will cherish her memory as such until our own "sun goeth down", trusting through the grace of God and not through the merits of any of us tomeether.
On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise and the glory of his resurrection share, When the Saints of earth shall gather to their home beyond the skies, And the Roll is called up yonder.
A.D.L.
{Abstracted from Pendleton County Obituaries} provided by Shock
of Winfield Propst
m Albert T. Conrad
Moved by a deep sense of her loss, and by appreciation of her kindness on the days of the years of her pilgrimage, the writer records this simple and sincere tribute to the memory of his nearest neighbor and longtime friend, Mrs. A.T. Conrad.
First of all, she was a real neighbor, during all the years of our dwelling side by side our relations were uniformly pleasant and mutually helpful.
Nothing that a near neighbor should do was left was the writer grateful for her ministrations to his often sick mother. Time after time she came into the home, either in response to a call or voluntarily, and came not only as a minister of help, with her strong arms and willing and skillful hands, but as a minister of good cheer and encouragement.
Nearly always she came and left with cheerfulness of word and face, imparting hope and courage to the sick and to all. As a neighbor with the words, go and do likewise.
She was a true friend, no change in her mind toward those she held as friends. "The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried grapple them to thee with hooks of steel." So she did. She was true to them through evil reports as well as through good reports. There was no vacillating in her attitude, no insincerity in her professions. What she was, she was.
She was devoted to the welfare of her family, Energetic, frugal, and capable, she toiled and planned incessantly for the material and intellectual welfare of those who were her own. After frailties of body had impaired her splendid physical powers, she still wrought beyond her strength for the comfort of her loved ones, and that the children might be educated.
She was a christian, in early life she had become a member of the Lutheran church, and afterwards renewed her profession of faith and joined the church of her husband, along with her oldest daughter.
When a few short months ago, the writer and his assistants canvassed the community for members of The Fellowship if Intercession, she was one of those who pledge themselves to pray for the salvation of men and the coming of Christ's Kingdom. Little did she or we think as our prayers ascended together that she would so soon be transferred from the church militant to the church triumphant.
Two of her favorite hymns for she was a lover of music and one of the leading singers of the community in earlier days were "Will there be any Stars in my Crown," and "When to Roll is called up Yonder." At the church where she had worshiped these were sung softly by her friends over the silent for still beautiful in death from which the spirit had returned to God who gave it.
Her sun went suddenly down when it had just crossed the meridian of mature womanhood. Those of us who knew and loved her as a friend and a neighbor will cherish her memory as such until our own "sun goeth down", trusting through the grace of God and not through the merits of any of us tomeether.
On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise and the glory of his resurrection share, When the Saints of earth shall gather to their home beyond the skies, And the Roll is called up yonder.
A.D.L.
{Abstracted from Pendleton County Obituaries} provided by Shock
m Albert T. Conrad
Moved by a deep sense of her loss, and by appreciation of her kindness on the days of the years of her pilgrimage, the writer records this simple and sincere tribute to the memory of his nearest neighbor and longtime friend, Mrs. A.T. Conrad.
First of all, she was a real neighbor, during all the years of our dwelling side by side our relations were uniformly pleasant and mutually helpful.
Nothing that a near neighbor should do was left was the writer grateful for her ministrations to his often sick mother. Time after time she came into the home, either in response to a call or voluntarily, and came not only as a minister of help, with her strong arms and willing and skillful hands, but as a minister of good cheer and encouragement.
Nearly always she came and left with cheerfulness of word and face, imparting hope and courage to the sick and to all. As a neighbor with the words, go and do likewise.
She was a true friend, no change in her mind toward those she held as friends. "The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried grapple them to thee with hooks of steel." So she did. She was true to them through evil reports as well as through good reports. There was no vacillating in her attitude, no insincerity in her professions. What she was, she was.
She was devoted to the welfare of her family, Energetic, frugal, and capable, she toiled and planned incessantly for the material and intellectual welfare of those who were her own. After frailties of body had impaired her splendid physical powers, she still wrought beyond her strength for the comfort of her loved ones, and that the children might be educated.
She was a christian, in early life she had become a member of the Lutheran church, and afterwards renewed her profession of faith and joined the church of her husband, along with her oldest daughter.
When a few short months ago, the writer and his assistants canvassed the community for members of The Fellowship if Intercession, she was one of those who pledge themselves to pray for the salvation of men and the coming of Christ's Kingdom. Little did she or we think as our prayers ascended together that she would so soon be transferred from the church militant to the church triumphant.
Two of her favorite hymns for she was a lover of music and one of the leading singers of the community in earlier days were "Will there be any Stars in my Crown," and "When to Roll is called up Yonder." At the church where she had worshiped these were sung softly by her friends over the silent for still beautiful in death from which the spirit had returned to God who gave it.
Her sun went suddenly down when it had just crossed the meridian of mature womanhood. Those of us who knew and loved her as a friend and a neighbor will cherish her memory as such until our own "sun goeth down", trusting through the grace of God and not through the merits of any of us tomeether.
On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise and the glory of his resurrection share, When the Saints of earth shall gather to their home beyond the skies, And the Roll is called up yonder.
A.D.L.
{Abstracted from Pendleton County Obituaries} provided by Shock
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