Luella J. OAKES

STOTT, OAKES, JACKSON, PADDLEFORD

Posted By: Nancy J. Geitgey (email)
Date: 5/12/2003 at 14:54:35

Marble Rock Journal 17 Aug 1916

IN MEMORIUM

Some times an event which has been long anticipated produces at the time of its occurance the same effect as if it had come suddenly and unexpectedly. This found a sad illustration in the death of Mrs. B.J. OAKES last Sunday evening. Mrs. OAKES has been for some time a sufferer from the malady which removed her from our midst, and for a year past in an acute form. The best of hospital care a year ago failed to help her, and since that time she has been confined to her room under the care of her nurse. All that skill and love could do was provided, but while undoubtedly prolonging her life, failed to retain it. Mrs. OAKES' maiden name was Luella J. STOTT. She was born near Farly, Iowa, March 10, 1865. She lived there till she was seven years of age when the family moved to Harper's Ferry, Iowa. Another removal brought them to Marble Rock in 1877, and this place has been her home the greater portion of time since then. She was married to B. J. OAKES, November 13, 1889, and for four and a half years after that they lived at Waterloo, returning from there to Marble Rock. She was one of eight children, being the next to the youngest. Only two sisters, Mrs. Anna B. JACKSON and Mrs. Margaret PADDLEFORD, and one brother, Milan L. STOTT, are now living out of this family circle.

Mrs. OAKES became a member of the Methodist Episcopal church in 1889 and has been prominently identified with its work ever since, as well as with many lines of community service. Her husband has the sympathy of all who ever knew her in his and their loss and sorrow.

The funeral services were held at the late home, on Hutches St., Wednesday afternoon, conducted by her pastor, Rev. R. C. Lusk, assisted by Rev. T. A. Trimble, a former pastor, and Rev. Farnham of the Christian church.

The abundant floral decorations, the gifts of the many firends, gave silent but beautiful testimony to the affection in which she was held.

Sometimes the Master takes a human life
And clothes it with the beauty of His grace,
And sets the radiance of His peace to shine
With its clear light on some beloved face.

And hand in hand with His own saints we stray,
While day by day their voices tenderer grow;
Till, sudden at the parting of the way,
His chariot meets them and they smile and go.

So she passed on - the loving and the loved -
We know not where - we could not see for tears -
But in some realm from doubt and fear removed,
She was the beauty of unfading years.