Died, at the home of her parents, July 4th, 1888, Mrs. Carrie Buthman (Boothman), wife of Charles Buthman. Mrs. Buthman was the youngest daughter of Allen and Susan Gleason. She was married to Charles Buthman on the 20th of October, 1887. She was kind and good to everybody; was obedient to her parents, kind and loving to her husband, and did all in her power to make home happy for him. She leaves a kind husband, father and mother, two brothers, three sisters and a host of friends to mourn her loss. The whole community sympathizes with the bereaved husband and family in this, their hour of distress.
"I miss you my darling Carrie, the embers burn low on the hearth.
And still is the stir of the household, and hushed is the voice of its ?.
The rain splashed fast on the terrace, the winds part, the lattice moan,
The midnight chimes out from the minster, and I am alone.
I want you my darling Carrie, I am tired with calm and fret,
I would nestle in silence beside you, all but your presence forget.
In the hush of happiness given, to those who through trusting have grown,
To the fullness of love in contentment, but I am alone.
I call you, my darling Carrie, My voice echoes back on my heart.
I stretch my arms to you in longing, an lo, they fall empty apart.
I whisper the sweet words we talked, the words that we only have known,
Till the blank of the dumb air's bitter, for I am alone.
I need you, my darling Carrie, with its yearning, my very heart aches.
The load that divides weighs harder, I shrink from the scar that it wakes,
Old sorrows rise up to beset me, old doubts make my spirit their own.
Oh!! come through the darkness to save me, for I am alone.
(Author unknown)
Source: Mound City News, August 3, 1888, From the Carolyn Kent Collection/Holt County Missouri Historical Society, Mound City, MO
"I miss you my darling Carrie, the embers burn low on the hearth.
And still is the stir of the household, and hushed is the voice of its ?.
The rain splashed fast on the terrace, the winds part, the lattice moan,
The midnight chimes out from the minster, and I am alone.
I want you my darling Carrie, I am tired with calm and fret,
I would nestle in silence beside you, all but your presence forget.
In the hush of happiness given, to those who through trusting have grown,
To the fullness of love in contentment, but I am alone.
I call you, my darling Carrie, My voice echoes back on my heart.
I stretch my arms to you in longing, an lo, they fall empty apart.
I whisper the sweet words we talked, the words that we only have known,
Till the blank of the dumb air's bitter, for I am alone.
I need you, my darling Carrie, with its yearning, my very heart aches.
The load that divides weighs harder, I shrink from the scar that it wakes,
Old sorrows rise up to beset me, old doubts make my spirit their own.
Oh!! come through the darkness to save me, for I am alone.
(Author unknown)
Source: Mound City News, August 3, 1888, From the Carolyn Kent Collection/Holt County Missouri Historical Society, Mound City, MO
Died, at the home of her parents, July 4th, 1888, Mrs. Carrie Buthman (Boothman), wife of Charles Buthman. Mrs. Buthman was the youngest daughter of Allen and Susan Gleason. She was married to Charles Buthman on the 20th of October, 1887. She was kind and good to everybody; was obedient to her parents, kind and loving to her husband, and did all in her power to make home happy for him. She leaves a kind husband, father and mother, two brothers, three sisters and a host of friends to mourn her loss. The whole community sympathizes with the bereaved husband and family in this, their hour of distress.
"I miss you my darling Carrie, the embers burn low on the hearth.
And still is the stir of the household, and hushed is the voice of its ?.
The rain splashed fast on the terrace, the winds part, the lattice moan,
The midnight chimes out from the minster, and I am alone.
I want you my darling Carrie, I am tired with calm and fret,
I would nestle in silence beside you, all but your presence forget.
In the hush of happiness given, to those who through trusting have grown,
To the fullness of love in contentment, but I am alone.
I call you, my darling Carrie, My voice echoes back on my heart.
I stretch my arms to you in longing, an lo, they fall empty apart.
I whisper the sweet words we talked, the words that we only have known,
Till the blank of the dumb air's bitter, for I am alone.
I need you, my darling Carrie, with its yearning, my very heart aches.
The load that divides weighs harder, I shrink from the scar that it wakes,
Old sorrows rise up to beset me, old doubts make my spirit their own.
Oh!! come through the darkness to save me, for I am alone.
(Author unknown)
Source: Mound City News, August 3, 1888, From the Carolyn Kent Collection/Holt County Missouri Historical Society, Mound City, MO
"I miss you my darling Carrie, the embers burn low on the hearth.
And still is the stir of the household, and hushed is the voice of its ?.
The rain splashed fast on the terrace, the winds part, the lattice moan,
The midnight chimes out from the minster, and I am alone.
I want you my darling Carrie, I am tired with calm and fret,
I would nestle in silence beside you, all but your presence forget.
In the hush of happiness given, to those who through trusting have grown,
To the fullness of love in contentment, but I am alone.
I call you, my darling Carrie, My voice echoes back on my heart.
I stretch my arms to you in longing, an lo, they fall empty apart.
I whisper the sweet words we talked, the words that we only have known,
Till the blank of the dumb air's bitter, for I am alone.
I need you, my darling Carrie, with its yearning, my very heart aches.
The load that divides weighs harder, I shrink from the scar that it wakes,
Old sorrows rise up to beset me, old doubts make my spirit their own.
Oh!! come through the darkness to save me, for I am alone.
(Author unknown)
Source: Mound City News, August 3, 1888, From the Carolyn Kent Collection/Holt County Missouri Historical Society, Mound City, MO
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