BONNIE JUNE MITCHELL
Born May 30, 1933, died Sunday, June 4, 1933. She leaves to mourn her loss, her parents, Jess and Laura Mitchell, Marjorie, or Mrs. Glenn Rix, Anna B. Dean, Donald, her little crippled brother, and Ruth. Her grandmother, Mrs. May of Loup City, Charley May, uncle and Mrs. Leona Roe all of Loup City; Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Heath, her grandparents of Norden, and a host of friends. The entire community sympathize with this family not only in the loss of this dear precious blossom, but of the loss of their house and contents not long ago, no insurance and the last they had, building 24x8, new chicken house torn to pieces in the storm two weeks ago.
*****
When we see a precious blossom,
The we tended with such care,
Rudely taken from our bosom,
How our achng hearts despair.
Round its little grave we linger
Til the setting sun is low,
Feeling all our hopes have vanished
With the flower we cherished so.
This indeed would be true were
It not for the blessed promise that:
We shall sleep but not forever,
There will be a glorious dawn,
We shall meet to part, no never
On the resurrection morn.
Born May 30, 1933, died Sunday, June 4, 1933. She leaves to mourn her loss, her parents, Jess and Laura Mitchell, Marjorie, or Mrs. Glenn Rix, Anna B. Dean, Donald, her little crippled brother, and Ruth. Her grandmother, Mrs. May of Loup City, Charley May, uncle and Mrs. Leona Roe all of Loup City; Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Heath, her grandparents of Norden, and a host of friends. The entire community sympathize with this family not only in the loss of this dear precious blossom, but of the loss of their house and contents not long ago, no insurance and the last they had, building 24x8, new chicken house torn to pieces in the storm two weeks ago.
*****
When we see a precious blossom,
The we tended with such care,
Rudely taken from our bosom,
How our achng hearts despair.
Round its little grave we linger
Til the setting sun is low,
Feeling all our hopes have vanished
With the flower we cherished so.
This indeed would be true were
It not for the blessed promise that:
We shall sleep but not forever,
There will be a glorious dawn,
We shall meet to part, no never
On the resurrection morn.
BONNIE JUNE MITCHELL
Born May 30, 1933, died Sunday, June 4, 1933. She leaves to mourn her loss, her parents, Jess and Laura Mitchell, Marjorie, or Mrs. Glenn Rix, Anna B. Dean, Donald, her little crippled brother, and Ruth. Her grandmother, Mrs. May of Loup City, Charley May, uncle and Mrs. Leona Roe all of Loup City; Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Heath, her grandparents of Norden, and a host of friends. The entire community sympathize with this family not only in the loss of this dear precious blossom, but of the loss of their house and contents not long ago, no insurance and the last they had, building 24x8, new chicken house torn to pieces in the storm two weeks ago.
*****
When we see a precious blossom,
The we tended with such care,
Rudely taken from our bosom,
How our achng hearts despair.
Round its little grave we linger
Til the setting sun is low,
Feeling all our hopes have vanished
With the flower we cherished so.
This indeed would be true were
It not for the blessed promise that:
We shall sleep but not forever,
There will be a glorious dawn,
We shall meet to part, no never
On the resurrection morn.
Born May 30, 1933, died Sunday, June 4, 1933. She leaves to mourn her loss, her parents, Jess and Laura Mitchell, Marjorie, or Mrs. Glenn Rix, Anna B. Dean, Donald, her little crippled brother, and Ruth. Her grandmother, Mrs. May of Loup City, Charley May, uncle and Mrs. Leona Roe all of Loup City; Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Heath, her grandparents of Norden, and a host of friends. The entire community sympathize with this family not only in the loss of this dear precious blossom, but of the loss of their house and contents not long ago, no insurance and the last they had, building 24x8, new chicken house torn to pieces in the storm two weeks ago.
*****
When we see a precious blossom,
The we tended with such care,
Rudely taken from our bosom,
How our achng hearts despair.
Round its little grave we linger
Til the setting sun is low,
Feeling all our hopes have vanished
With the flower we cherished so.
This indeed would be true were
It not for the blessed promise that:
We shall sleep but not forever,
There will be a glorious dawn,
We shall meet to part, no never
On the resurrection morn.
Gravesite Details
There is no marker. She is buried at the foot of the grave of Charles Mitchell
Family Members
Sponsored by Ancestry
Advertisement
Records on Ancestry
Advertisement
