The following was researched and provided by: Mark Irwin # 48402560
Lilla Pearl Jeffers Terry #67203186, first cousin of Loreen is the obvious author.
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In Memory of Little Loreen Bazemore
At sunshine on September 25th, the death angel came to little Loreen Bazemore and bore her spirit away to that celestial city to await the resurrection morn. She was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. M.A. Bazemore of Springfield. She died in the Park View Sanitarium in Savannah, where she had been taken two month ago and was operated on for her appendicitis. She seemed to improve for a while, but all of a sudden the change came when she grew worse and all that loving hands could do was done to save her, but to no avail; for it seemed that God wanted her to leave this sinful world where she would be free from all these trials and temptations and go live with Him above, where all is peace and rest.
Little Loreen was one of the sweetest girls that ever lived. She was always loving and kind to all she met and none knew her but to love her. Many were the sad hearts when news came that Loreen was dead, for all knew how she would be missed, especially at home by father, mother and sister. She was five years, ten months and twenty days old. She was always in her little class at Sunday School with her lessons ready to answer when she was asked. Oh, how her presence will be missed when the Sunday School roll is called and she will not answer to her name. But she is in a house not made with hands eternal in the heavens, with other little Sunday School scholars who have gone before her. There she will be gathering bouquets for mama, papa, and sister when they go to her, as she so often did on this earth. She loved flowers and a tiny rose bud was placed in her cold stiff hand.
It is so hard to part from one we loved so dearly, but father, mother and little sister, let's live so that some day we can meet our loved one up yonder for we know she is beckoning us now to come and live with her.
Her remains were laid to rest in Buck Creek Cemetery, Rev. R.E. Bailey conducting the funeral services. She will sleep but not forever. There will be one glorious dawn; we shall meet to part, no never, on Resurrection Morn.
Written by her cousin L.P.J.
Printed in the Sylvania Telephone Friday, October 17, 1919
Lilla Pearl Jeffers Terry #67203186, first cousin of Loreen is the obvious author.
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In Memory of Little Loreen Bazemore
At sunshine on September 25th, the death angel came to little Loreen Bazemore and bore her spirit away to that celestial city to await the resurrection morn. She was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. M.A. Bazemore of Springfield. She died in the Park View Sanitarium in Savannah, where she had been taken two month ago and was operated on for her appendicitis. She seemed to improve for a while, but all of a sudden the change came when she grew worse and all that loving hands could do was done to save her, but to no avail; for it seemed that God wanted her to leave this sinful world where she would be free from all these trials and temptations and go live with Him above, where all is peace and rest.
Little Loreen was one of the sweetest girls that ever lived. She was always loving and kind to all she met and none knew her but to love her. Many were the sad hearts when news came that Loreen was dead, for all knew how she would be missed, especially at home by father, mother and sister. She was five years, ten months and twenty days old. She was always in her little class at Sunday School with her lessons ready to answer when she was asked. Oh, how her presence will be missed when the Sunday School roll is called and she will not answer to her name. But she is in a house not made with hands eternal in the heavens, with other little Sunday School scholars who have gone before her. There she will be gathering bouquets for mama, papa, and sister when they go to her, as she so often did on this earth. She loved flowers and a tiny rose bud was placed in her cold stiff hand.
It is so hard to part from one we loved so dearly, but father, mother and little sister, let's live so that some day we can meet our loved one up yonder for we know she is beckoning us now to come and live with her.
Her remains were laid to rest in Buck Creek Cemetery, Rev. R.E. Bailey conducting the funeral services. She will sleep but not forever. There will be one glorious dawn; we shall meet to part, no never, on Resurrection Morn.
Written by her cousin L.P.J.
Printed in the Sylvania Telephone Friday, October 17, 1919
The following was researched and provided by: Mark Irwin # 48402560
Lilla Pearl Jeffers Terry #67203186, first cousin of Loreen is the obvious author.
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In Memory of Little Loreen Bazemore
At sunshine on September 25th, the death angel came to little Loreen Bazemore and bore her spirit away to that celestial city to await the resurrection morn. She was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. M.A. Bazemore of Springfield. She died in the Park View Sanitarium in Savannah, where she had been taken two month ago and was operated on for her appendicitis. She seemed to improve for a while, but all of a sudden the change came when she grew worse and all that loving hands could do was done to save her, but to no avail; for it seemed that God wanted her to leave this sinful world where she would be free from all these trials and temptations and go live with Him above, where all is peace and rest.
Little Loreen was one of the sweetest girls that ever lived. She was always loving and kind to all she met and none knew her but to love her. Many were the sad hearts when news came that Loreen was dead, for all knew how she would be missed, especially at home by father, mother and sister. She was five years, ten months and twenty days old. She was always in her little class at Sunday School with her lessons ready to answer when she was asked. Oh, how her presence will be missed when the Sunday School roll is called and she will not answer to her name. But she is in a house not made with hands eternal in the heavens, with other little Sunday School scholars who have gone before her. There she will be gathering bouquets for mama, papa, and sister when they go to her, as she so often did on this earth. She loved flowers and a tiny rose bud was placed in her cold stiff hand.
It is so hard to part from one we loved so dearly, but father, mother and little sister, let's live so that some day we can meet our loved one up yonder for we know she is beckoning us now to come and live with her.
Her remains were laid to rest in Buck Creek Cemetery, Rev. R.E. Bailey conducting the funeral services. She will sleep but not forever. There will be one glorious dawn; we shall meet to part, no never, on Resurrection Morn.
Written by her cousin L.P.J.
Printed in the Sylvania Telephone Friday, October 17, 1919
Lilla Pearl Jeffers Terry #67203186, first cousin of Loreen is the obvious author.
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In Memory of Little Loreen Bazemore
At sunshine on September 25th, the death angel came to little Loreen Bazemore and bore her spirit away to that celestial city to await the resurrection morn. She was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. M.A. Bazemore of Springfield. She died in the Park View Sanitarium in Savannah, where she had been taken two month ago and was operated on for her appendicitis. She seemed to improve for a while, but all of a sudden the change came when she grew worse and all that loving hands could do was done to save her, but to no avail; for it seemed that God wanted her to leave this sinful world where she would be free from all these trials and temptations and go live with Him above, where all is peace and rest.
Little Loreen was one of the sweetest girls that ever lived. She was always loving and kind to all she met and none knew her but to love her. Many were the sad hearts when news came that Loreen was dead, for all knew how she would be missed, especially at home by father, mother and sister. She was five years, ten months and twenty days old. She was always in her little class at Sunday School with her lessons ready to answer when she was asked. Oh, how her presence will be missed when the Sunday School roll is called and she will not answer to her name. But she is in a house not made with hands eternal in the heavens, with other little Sunday School scholars who have gone before her. There she will be gathering bouquets for mama, papa, and sister when they go to her, as she so often did on this earth. She loved flowers and a tiny rose bud was placed in her cold stiff hand.
It is so hard to part from one we loved so dearly, but father, mother and little sister, let's live so that some day we can meet our loved one up yonder for we know she is beckoning us now to come and live with her.
Her remains were laid to rest in Buck Creek Cemetery, Rev. R.E. Bailey conducting the funeral services. She will sleep but not forever. There will be one glorious dawn; we shall meet to part, no never, on Resurrection Morn.
Written by her cousin L.P.J.
Printed in the Sylvania Telephone Friday, October 17, 1919
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