The Coffeyville Weekly Journal, Fri., Jun 2, 1911
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Died at her home in this city, Sunday morning, May 28, Octa May Baker, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. B. Baker, aged 13 years, 1 month and 14 days.
Little Octa had been ill since October last but hopes had been held out for her recovery until Sunday morning when the Master called her from us to that home beyond the skies.
Bright, happy and cheerful, Octa carried sunshine with her wherever she went. She always had a smile and a pleasant word for her friends. Her death comes as a dark shadow to her friends and relatives who loved her so dearly. But death is a hard master. He takes from us our brightest and best, but he cannot even mar memory, which serves as a balm to our wounded hearts.
No one can explain why a young girl, such as was Octa May, should be called from this life at the age of thirteen. She had not a thought that was not a gentle one, not one that did not hold all the world in the arms of its kindliness. She was the light and pride of the home, but alas, now the light has gone out. To them she was what the sunshine is to the world, and this eclipse to them brings both sorrow and darkness.
Octa was born April 14, 1898, and has lived an exemplary life, always kind and obedient, loved by all her schoolmates, patient during her sickness, she closed her eyes in death with a smile on her face.
Funeral services were held from the Union church Monday afternoon at 3 o'clock, by the pastor, Rev. J. T. Chambers, surrounded by a host of friends. Her funeral was pathetic beyond expression, for not one, as the last goodbyes shall be said, but will feel that a loss has been sustained for which there is no compensation.
May time bring its resignation, and may the shores of eternity that receive her soul, surround it with everlasting sunshine and flowers.
Transcribed by Bill Andres (47602571).
Tyro Topics
Obituary.
Died at her home in this city, Sunday morning, May 28, Octa May Baker, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. B. Baker, aged 13 years, 1 month and 14 days.
Little Octa had been ill since October last but hopes had been held out for her recovery until Sunday morning when the Master called her from us to that home beyond the skies.
Bright, happy and cheerful, Octa carried sunshine with her wherever she went. She always had a smile and a pleasant word for her friends. Her death comes as a dark shadow to her friends and relatives who loved her so dearly. But death is a hard master. He takes from us our brightest and best, but he cannot even mar memory, which serves as a balm to our wounded hearts.
No one can explain why a young girl, such as was Octa May, should be called from this life at the age of thirteen. She had not a thought that was not a gentle one, not one that did not hold all the world in the arms of its kindliness. She was the light and pride of the home, but alas, now the light has gone out. To them she was what the sunshine is to the world, and this eclipse to them brings both sorrow and darkness.
Octa was born April 14, 1898, and has lived an exemplary life, always kind and obedient, loved by all her schoolmates, patient during her sickness, she closed her eyes in death with a smile on her face.
Funeral services were held from the Union church Monday afternoon at 3 o'clock, by the pastor, Rev. J. T. Chambers, surrounded by a host of friends. Her funeral was pathetic beyond expression, for not one, as the last goodbyes shall be said, but will feel that a loss has been sustained for which there is no compensation.
May time bring its resignation, and may the shores of eternity that receive her soul, surround it with everlasting sunshine and flowers.
Transcribed by Bill Andres (47602571).
The Coffeyville Weekly Journal, Fri., Jun 2, 1911
Tyro Topics
Obituary.
Died at her home in this city, Sunday morning, May 28, Octa May Baker, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. B. Baker, aged 13 years, 1 month and 14 days.
Little Octa had been ill since October last but hopes had been held out for her recovery until Sunday morning when the Master called her from us to that home beyond the skies.
Bright, happy and cheerful, Octa carried sunshine with her wherever she went. She always had a smile and a pleasant word for her friends. Her death comes as a dark shadow to her friends and relatives who loved her so dearly. But death is a hard master. He takes from us our brightest and best, but he cannot even mar memory, which serves as a balm to our wounded hearts.
No one can explain why a young girl, such as was Octa May, should be called from this life at the age of thirteen. She had not a thought that was not a gentle one, not one that did not hold all the world in the arms of its kindliness. She was the light and pride of the home, but alas, now the light has gone out. To them she was what the sunshine is to the world, and this eclipse to them brings both sorrow and darkness.
Octa was born April 14, 1898, and has lived an exemplary life, always kind and obedient, loved by all her schoolmates, patient during her sickness, she closed her eyes in death with a smile on her face.
Funeral services were held from the Union church Monday afternoon at 3 o'clock, by the pastor, Rev. J. T. Chambers, surrounded by a host of friends. Her funeral was pathetic beyond expression, for not one, as the last goodbyes shall be said, but will feel that a loss has been sustained for which there is no compensation.
May time bring its resignation, and may the shores of eternity that receive her soul, surround it with everlasting sunshine and flowers.
Transcribed by Bill Andres (47602571).
Tyro Topics
Obituary.
Died at her home in this city, Sunday morning, May 28, Octa May Baker, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. B. Baker, aged 13 years, 1 month and 14 days.
Little Octa had been ill since October last but hopes had been held out for her recovery until Sunday morning when the Master called her from us to that home beyond the skies.
Bright, happy and cheerful, Octa carried sunshine with her wherever she went. She always had a smile and a pleasant word for her friends. Her death comes as a dark shadow to her friends and relatives who loved her so dearly. But death is a hard master. He takes from us our brightest and best, but he cannot even mar memory, which serves as a balm to our wounded hearts.
No one can explain why a young girl, such as was Octa May, should be called from this life at the age of thirteen. She had not a thought that was not a gentle one, not one that did not hold all the world in the arms of its kindliness. She was the light and pride of the home, but alas, now the light has gone out. To them she was what the sunshine is to the world, and this eclipse to them brings both sorrow and darkness.
Octa was born April 14, 1898, and has lived an exemplary life, always kind and obedient, loved by all her schoolmates, patient during her sickness, she closed her eyes in death with a smile on her face.
Funeral services were held from the Union church Monday afternoon at 3 o'clock, by the pastor, Rev. J. T. Chambers, surrounded by a host of friends. Her funeral was pathetic beyond expression, for not one, as the last goodbyes shall be said, but will feel that a loss has been sustained for which there is no compensation.
May time bring its resignation, and may the shores of eternity that receive her soul, surround it with everlasting sunshine and flowers.
Transcribed by Bill Andres (47602571).
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