July 22, 1926 - North Vernon Sun
MATILDA J. BRUMBLAY DEAD
Matilda Jane Brumblay, daughter of Edmund and Rosanna Jackson was born at Sedamsville, a suburb of Cincinnati, O., June 30, 1840.
At this place she spent her childhood and young womanhood and on June 21st, 1864, was married to James Wm. Brumblay, just out of service in the Civil War and a young railroad engineer, who was intimately connected with the development of the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad until his death Sept. 22, 1907.
To this ideal union were born seven children, six of whom survive: Wm. F. Brumblay and Asa J. Brumblay, North Vernon; Chas. L. Brumblay, Washington, Ind.; Anna Louise Williams, Bloomington; Jos. E. Brumblay, Mt. Shasta, Calif.; and Harry A. Brumblay, Houston, Texas. To this number are added sixteen grandchildren and seven great grandchildren. Mrs. Mary Jackson of Cincinnati, the widow of her beloved brother Edward Jackson and who has for 53 years been a devoted sister, together with her son Edw. Jackson and daughter, Mrs. Vernie of Chicago, also mourn her loss.
Mrs. Brumblay early became a member of the Presbyterian Church and was a thorough Christian whose life was one of unusual faith in the God of her devotions. Her bible gives evidence of continued use, its passages are marked where charity, devotion and prayer are mentioned. In some bits of a diary is found this notation: “A bright beautiful day, worked half day, remained at home all day. Spent evening reading in bible, 12 Chap. Romans.” Tillie.
In the absence of her husband from home at his duties as a railroader, she naturally bore the burden of raising her family. How well she did it is evidenced by a family of men and women that are without exception a credit to her devotion and Christian life.
Mrs. Brumblay died after an illness of many months, on Monday morning at 12:20, July 19, 1926, beloved by all who knew her.
Funeral services were held at her home 2:30 P. M. July 21, 1926, 419 State St., Rev. L. V. Rule, officiating.
Pallbearers were four sons and two grandsons, Wm. F. Brumblay, Chas. L. Brumblay, A. J. Brumblay, H. A. Brumblay, Howard Conner, Paul Brumblay.
A poem by Clarence Hawkes “Tired Hands” seems a tribute to this dear mother:
Folded they lie upon her tranquil breast,
My mother’s tired hands, their labor done,
Knotted and scarred in battles they have won,
Worn to the quick by love’s unkind behest.
Pulseless they lie, while from the crimson west,
A flood of glory from the setting sun
Shines on her face; I hear the deep “Well done,”
God’s angels that calls her soul to rest.
Found is the Holy Grail of knightly quest.
Here in her home, where such brave deeds were done
As knight ne’er saw since chivalry begun.
She suffered, toiled, and died; God knows the rest
And if Christ’s crown shines not above her cross
Then all is loss, immeasurable loss.
This poem in July American Magazine, article “God took away my eyes that my soul might see.”
MATILDA J. BRUMBLAY DEAD
Matilda Jane Brumblay, daughter of Edmund and Rosanna Jackson was born at Sedamsville, a suburb of Cincinnati, O., June 30, 1840.
At this place she spent her childhood and young womanhood and on June 21st, 1864, was married to James Wm. Brumblay, just out of service in the Civil War and a young railroad engineer, who was intimately connected with the development of the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad until his death Sept. 22, 1907.
To this ideal union were born seven children, six of whom survive: Wm. F. Brumblay and Asa J. Brumblay, North Vernon; Chas. L. Brumblay, Washington, Ind.; Anna Louise Williams, Bloomington; Jos. E. Brumblay, Mt. Shasta, Calif.; and Harry A. Brumblay, Houston, Texas. To this number are added sixteen grandchildren and seven great grandchildren. Mrs. Mary Jackson of Cincinnati, the widow of her beloved brother Edward Jackson and who has for 53 years been a devoted sister, together with her son Edw. Jackson and daughter, Mrs. Vernie of Chicago, also mourn her loss.
Mrs. Brumblay early became a member of the Presbyterian Church and was a thorough Christian whose life was one of unusual faith in the God of her devotions. Her bible gives evidence of continued use, its passages are marked where charity, devotion and prayer are mentioned. In some bits of a diary is found this notation: “A bright beautiful day, worked half day, remained at home all day. Spent evening reading in bible, 12 Chap. Romans.” Tillie.
In the absence of her husband from home at his duties as a railroader, she naturally bore the burden of raising her family. How well she did it is evidenced by a family of men and women that are without exception a credit to her devotion and Christian life.
Mrs. Brumblay died after an illness of many months, on Monday morning at 12:20, July 19, 1926, beloved by all who knew her.
Funeral services were held at her home 2:30 P. M. July 21, 1926, 419 State St., Rev. L. V. Rule, officiating.
Pallbearers were four sons and two grandsons, Wm. F. Brumblay, Chas. L. Brumblay, A. J. Brumblay, H. A. Brumblay, Howard Conner, Paul Brumblay.
A poem by Clarence Hawkes “Tired Hands” seems a tribute to this dear mother:
Folded they lie upon her tranquil breast,
My mother’s tired hands, their labor done,
Knotted and scarred in battles they have won,
Worn to the quick by love’s unkind behest.
Pulseless they lie, while from the crimson west,
A flood of glory from the setting sun
Shines on her face; I hear the deep “Well done,”
God’s angels that calls her soul to rest.
Found is the Holy Grail of knightly quest.
Here in her home, where such brave deeds were done
As knight ne’er saw since chivalry begun.
She suffered, toiled, and died; God knows the rest
And if Christ’s crown shines not above her cross
Then all is loss, immeasurable loss.
This poem in July American Magazine, article “God took away my eyes that my soul might see.”
July 22, 1926 - North Vernon Sun
MATILDA J. BRUMBLAY DEAD
Matilda Jane Brumblay, daughter of Edmund and Rosanna Jackson was born at Sedamsville, a suburb of Cincinnati, O., June 30, 1840.
At this place she spent her childhood and young womanhood and on June 21st, 1864, was married to James Wm. Brumblay, just out of service in the Civil War and a young railroad engineer, who was intimately connected with the development of the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad until his death Sept. 22, 1907.
To this ideal union were born seven children, six of whom survive: Wm. F. Brumblay and Asa J. Brumblay, North Vernon; Chas. L. Brumblay, Washington, Ind.; Anna Louise Williams, Bloomington; Jos. E. Brumblay, Mt. Shasta, Calif.; and Harry A. Brumblay, Houston, Texas. To this number are added sixteen grandchildren and seven great grandchildren. Mrs. Mary Jackson of Cincinnati, the widow of her beloved brother Edward Jackson and who has for 53 years been a devoted sister, together with her son Edw. Jackson and daughter, Mrs. Vernie of Chicago, also mourn her loss.
Mrs. Brumblay early became a member of the Presbyterian Church and was a thorough Christian whose life was one of unusual faith in the God of her devotions. Her bible gives evidence of continued use, its passages are marked where charity, devotion and prayer are mentioned. In some bits of a diary is found this notation: “A bright beautiful day, worked half day, remained at home all day. Spent evening reading in bible, 12 Chap. Romans.” Tillie.
In the absence of her husband from home at his duties as a railroader, she naturally bore the burden of raising her family. How well she did it is evidenced by a family of men and women that are without exception a credit to her devotion and Christian life.
Mrs. Brumblay died after an illness of many months, on Monday morning at 12:20, July 19, 1926, beloved by all who knew her.
Funeral services were held at her home 2:30 P. M. July 21, 1926, 419 State St., Rev. L. V. Rule, officiating.
Pallbearers were four sons and two grandsons, Wm. F. Brumblay, Chas. L. Brumblay, A. J. Brumblay, H. A. Brumblay, Howard Conner, Paul Brumblay.
A poem by Clarence Hawkes “Tired Hands” seems a tribute to this dear mother:
Folded they lie upon her tranquil breast,
My mother’s tired hands, their labor done,
Knotted and scarred in battles they have won,
Worn to the quick by love’s unkind behest.
Pulseless they lie, while from the crimson west,
A flood of glory from the setting sun
Shines on her face; I hear the deep “Well done,”
God’s angels that calls her soul to rest.
Found is the Holy Grail of knightly quest.
Here in her home, where such brave deeds were done
As knight ne’er saw since chivalry begun.
She suffered, toiled, and died; God knows the rest
And if Christ’s crown shines not above her cross
Then all is loss, immeasurable loss.
This poem in July American Magazine, article “God took away my eyes that my soul might see.”
MATILDA J. BRUMBLAY DEAD
Matilda Jane Brumblay, daughter of Edmund and Rosanna Jackson was born at Sedamsville, a suburb of Cincinnati, O., June 30, 1840.
At this place she spent her childhood and young womanhood and on June 21st, 1864, was married to James Wm. Brumblay, just out of service in the Civil War and a young railroad engineer, who was intimately connected with the development of the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad until his death Sept. 22, 1907.
To this ideal union were born seven children, six of whom survive: Wm. F. Brumblay and Asa J. Brumblay, North Vernon; Chas. L. Brumblay, Washington, Ind.; Anna Louise Williams, Bloomington; Jos. E. Brumblay, Mt. Shasta, Calif.; and Harry A. Brumblay, Houston, Texas. To this number are added sixteen grandchildren and seven great grandchildren. Mrs. Mary Jackson of Cincinnati, the widow of her beloved brother Edward Jackson and who has for 53 years been a devoted sister, together with her son Edw. Jackson and daughter, Mrs. Vernie of Chicago, also mourn her loss.
Mrs. Brumblay early became a member of the Presbyterian Church and was a thorough Christian whose life was one of unusual faith in the God of her devotions. Her bible gives evidence of continued use, its passages are marked where charity, devotion and prayer are mentioned. In some bits of a diary is found this notation: “A bright beautiful day, worked half day, remained at home all day. Spent evening reading in bible, 12 Chap. Romans.” Tillie.
In the absence of her husband from home at his duties as a railroader, she naturally bore the burden of raising her family. How well she did it is evidenced by a family of men and women that are without exception a credit to her devotion and Christian life.
Mrs. Brumblay died after an illness of many months, on Monday morning at 12:20, July 19, 1926, beloved by all who knew her.
Funeral services were held at her home 2:30 P. M. July 21, 1926, 419 State St., Rev. L. V. Rule, officiating.
Pallbearers were four sons and two grandsons, Wm. F. Brumblay, Chas. L. Brumblay, A. J. Brumblay, H. A. Brumblay, Howard Conner, Paul Brumblay.
A poem by Clarence Hawkes “Tired Hands” seems a tribute to this dear mother:
Folded they lie upon her tranquil breast,
My mother’s tired hands, their labor done,
Knotted and scarred in battles they have won,
Worn to the quick by love’s unkind behest.
Pulseless they lie, while from the crimson west,
A flood of glory from the setting sun
Shines on her face; I hear the deep “Well done,”
God’s angels that calls her soul to rest.
Found is the Holy Grail of knightly quest.
Here in her home, where such brave deeds were done
As knight ne’er saw since chivalry begun.
She suffered, toiled, and died; God knows the rest
And if Christ’s crown shines not above her cross
Then all is loss, immeasurable loss.
This poem in July American Magazine, article “God took away my eyes that my soul might see.”
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