Edmeston April 30th -
Died at the residence of her son-in-law, Lewis Angell, April 24th '88, Mrs. Phiannid P. Fish, aged 70 years and 3 months. For many years Mrs. Fish had been suffering from ill health, and during the past two winters had been diving her time between her four children, they not deeming it safe for her to reside alone in her home at West Burlington in her feeble health. Burlington Green was her native place, but for the last thirty years she had been a resident of West Burlington, where she had many true and faithful friends. ... that she was willing and ready to when her heavenly father should summon her home. During her illness, knowing that she would not recover, she was happy in her Christian faith. She was ill nearly two weeks, but at the last her spirit passed peacefully away. Under these circumstances, there is something beautiful and holy in death. During her illness her sons and daughters were very devoted in their attentions to her, some of them remaining with her all of the time. Her sister Mrs. A.G. Porter, of New Berlin, was a faithful watcher at her bedside. The funeral service was held a the Baptist Church, at West Burlington, the Rev. Mr. Keeler, of Columbus Center, officiating. At her request, she was borne to her last resting place in the cemetery at Burlington Green, by her sons, Charley and Tracy Fish and sons-in-laws, Adelbert Snow and Lewis Angell. The church was beautifully decorated with the flowers she loved so well in life, the singing was soft, expressive and pathetic. A sheave of golden wheat rested upon the plate was engraved with only two sweet words
Our Mother
O words so sweet and dear,
First breathed in Paradise,
And dropped to earth on a tear.
Our mother.
In our youth so glad, so bright,
Who so patiently taught us,
The principal of right as.
Our mother.
How peacefully she rests-
As pure as the white flowers,
That sleep on her breasts.
Our mother.
Dear hands, so gentle folded now,
No more will press the soft caress,
The aching fevered brow.
Our mother.
At last, may we all meet -
In the beautiful gardens,
Of paradise to greet
Our mother
Published in The Brookfield Courier Wed. May 2, 1888
Obituary copied and sent to me by wienerin FAG member #47693411. Thank you, Ingrid!
Died at the residence of her son-in-law, Lewis Angell, April 24th '88, Mrs. Phiannid P. Fish, aged 70 years and 3 months. For many years Mrs. Fish had been suffering from ill health, and during the past two winters had been diving her time between her four children, they not deeming it safe for her to reside alone in her home at West Burlington in her feeble health. Burlington Green was her native place, but for the last thirty years she had been a resident of West Burlington, where she had many true and faithful friends. ... that she was willing and ready to when her heavenly father should summon her home. During her illness, knowing that she would not recover, she was happy in her Christian faith. She was ill nearly two weeks, but at the last her spirit passed peacefully away. Under these circumstances, there is something beautiful and holy in death. During her illness her sons and daughters were very devoted in their attentions to her, some of them remaining with her all of the time. Her sister Mrs. A.G. Porter, of New Berlin, was a faithful watcher at her bedside. The funeral service was held a the Baptist Church, at West Burlington, the Rev. Mr. Keeler, of Columbus Center, officiating. At her request, she was borne to her last resting place in the cemetery at Burlington Green, by her sons, Charley and Tracy Fish and sons-in-laws, Adelbert Snow and Lewis Angell. The church was beautifully decorated with the flowers she loved so well in life, the singing was soft, expressive and pathetic. A sheave of golden wheat rested upon the plate was engraved with only two sweet words
Our Mother
O words so sweet and dear,
First breathed in Paradise,
And dropped to earth on a tear.
Our mother.
In our youth so glad, so bright,
Who so patiently taught us,
The principal of right as.
Our mother.
How peacefully she rests-
As pure as the white flowers,
That sleep on her breasts.
Our mother.
Dear hands, so gentle folded now,
No more will press the soft caress,
The aching fevered brow.
Our mother.
At last, may we all meet -
In the beautiful gardens,
Of paradise to greet
Our mother
Published in The Brookfield Courier Wed. May 2, 1888
Obituary copied and sent to me by wienerin FAG member #47693411. Thank you, Ingrid!
Edmeston April 30th -
Died at the residence of her son-in-law, Lewis Angell, April 24th '88, Mrs. Phiannid P. Fish, aged 70 years and 3 months. For many years Mrs. Fish had been suffering from ill health, and during the past two winters had been diving her time between her four children, they not deeming it safe for her to reside alone in her home at West Burlington in her feeble health. Burlington Green was her native place, but for the last thirty years she had been a resident of West Burlington, where she had many true and faithful friends. ... that she was willing and ready to when her heavenly father should summon her home. During her illness, knowing that she would not recover, she was happy in her Christian faith. She was ill nearly two weeks, but at the last her spirit passed peacefully away. Under these circumstances, there is something beautiful and holy in death. During her illness her sons and daughters were very devoted in their attentions to her, some of them remaining with her all of the time. Her sister Mrs. A.G. Porter, of New Berlin, was a faithful watcher at her bedside. The funeral service was held a the Baptist Church, at West Burlington, the Rev. Mr. Keeler, of Columbus Center, officiating. At her request, she was borne to her last resting place in the cemetery at Burlington Green, by her sons, Charley and Tracy Fish and sons-in-laws, Adelbert Snow and Lewis Angell. The church was beautifully decorated with the flowers she loved so well in life, the singing was soft, expressive and pathetic. A sheave of golden wheat rested upon the plate was engraved with only two sweet words
Our Mother
O words so sweet and dear,
First breathed in Paradise,
And dropped to earth on a tear.
Our mother.
In our youth so glad, so bright,
Who so patiently taught us,
The principal of right as.
Our mother.
How peacefully she rests-
As pure as the white flowers,
That sleep on her breasts.
Our mother.
Dear hands, so gentle folded now,
No more will press the soft caress,
The aching fevered brow.
Our mother.
At last, may we all meet -
In the beautiful gardens,
Of paradise to greet
Our mother
Published in The Brookfield Courier Wed. May 2, 1888
Obituary copied and sent to me by wienerin FAG member #47693411. Thank you, Ingrid!
Died at the residence of her son-in-law, Lewis Angell, April 24th '88, Mrs. Phiannid P. Fish, aged 70 years and 3 months. For many years Mrs. Fish had been suffering from ill health, and during the past two winters had been diving her time between her four children, they not deeming it safe for her to reside alone in her home at West Burlington in her feeble health. Burlington Green was her native place, but for the last thirty years she had been a resident of West Burlington, where she had many true and faithful friends. ... that she was willing and ready to when her heavenly father should summon her home. During her illness, knowing that she would not recover, she was happy in her Christian faith. She was ill nearly two weeks, but at the last her spirit passed peacefully away. Under these circumstances, there is something beautiful and holy in death. During her illness her sons and daughters were very devoted in their attentions to her, some of them remaining with her all of the time. Her sister Mrs. A.G. Porter, of New Berlin, was a faithful watcher at her bedside. The funeral service was held a the Baptist Church, at West Burlington, the Rev. Mr. Keeler, of Columbus Center, officiating. At her request, she was borne to her last resting place in the cemetery at Burlington Green, by her sons, Charley and Tracy Fish and sons-in-laws, Adelbert Snow and Lewis Angell. The church was beautifully decorated with the flowers she loved so well in life, the singing was soft, expressive and pathetic. A sheave of golden wheat rested upon the plate was engraved with only two sweet words
Our Mother
O words so sweet and dear,
First breathed in Paradise,
And dropped to earth on a tear.
Our mother.
In our youth so glad, so bright,
Who so patiently taught us,
The principal of right as.
Our mother.
How peacefully she rests-
As pure as the white flowers,
That sleep on her breasts.
Our mother.
Dear hands, so gentle folded now,
No more will press the soft caress,
The aching fevered brow.
Our mother.
At last, may we all meet -
In the beautiful gardens,
Of paradise to greet
Our mother
Published in The Brookfield Courier Wed. May 2, 1888
Obituary copied and sent to me by wienerin FAG member #47693411. Thank you, Ingrid!
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