Lucy's obituary was published in the 7-27-1922 edition of the Carter County News, Ellsinore, Carter Co., MO on the front page (used with permission).
"Mrs. Lucy Caruthers was born in Tennessee in the year of 1850 and came to Missouri in her childhood. She married Wesley Caruthers and to this union six children were born of which four survive, one boy, Will Caruthers of near Poplar Bluff, and three girls, Mrs. Bill Joiner, of Mill Spring, Mrs. Sena Carter of Brushy Creek, and Miss Hester Caruthers of this place. She took sick July 14 and died July 22 at 12 A. M. She said during her illness that she wouldn't get well but her faith in the Most High was unfaltering and she was prepared to go. She was buried Sunday in the Sutherlin Cemetery."
The obituary continues:
"We live that when thy summons come to join
That innumerable caravan that moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Then go not like the quarry-slave at night
Scouraged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him and lies down to pleasant dreams!"
A Friend.
Lucy's obituary was published in the 7-27-1922 edition of the Carter County News, Ellsinore, Carter Co., MO on the front page (used with permission).
"Mrs. Lucy Caruthers was born in Tennessee in the year of 1850 and came to Missouri in her childhood. She married Wesley Caruthers and to this union six children were born of which four survive, one boy, Will Caruthers of near Poplar Bluff, and three girls, Mrs. Bill Joiner, of Mill Spring, Mrs. Sena Carter of Brushy Creek, and Miss Hester Caruthers of this place. She took sick July 14 and died July 22 at 12 A. M. She said during her illness that she wouldn't get well but her faith in the Most High was unfaltering and she was prepared to go. She was buried Sunday in the Sutherlin Cemetery."
The obituary continues:
"We live that when thy summons come to join
That innumerable caravan that moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Then go not like the quarry-slave at night
Scouraged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him and lies down to pleasant dreams!"
A Friend.
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