Mary P. Bowers

BOWERS

Posted By: Cyndi Vertrees (email)
Date: 11/4/2011 at 09:00:19

OBITUARY
Rockwell City Advocate.

The funeral services of Mrs. A. T. Bowers, whose death was announced in last week’s issue of this paper, were held at her late home at 2 o’clock on the afternoon of Friday, June 30. The house was filled to overflowing by those who had come to show their sympathy with the ones who had been bereft of a wife and mother. The services were in accord with the request of the departed one, the text of the sermon, the songs, as well as they who sang them, having been chosen by her during her illness. The floral tokens were many and beautiful. Mr. Alger, pastor of the Baptist church, spoke from I Cor. 15:55. “O death, where is thy sting. O grave where is thy Victory?” The quartet, composed of Mrs. Meade, Mr. Lavender and Mr. and Mrs. Condron, sang “Sometime We’ll Understand.” Beautiful Golden Gates” and When my Final Farewell to the Earth I Have Said.” At the close of the services at the home, the body was removed to Lake Creek cemetery for interment, Messrs. Noel, Conklin, Finney, King, J. H. Gregg and Frank Walters acted as pall bearers by request of the deceased.

Mary P. Williams was born November 27, 1840, in Clearfield county, Pennsylvania. In 1856 she was married to Mr. A. T. Bowers. They came to Illinois in 1862 but removed to Calhoun county, Iowa four years later. They resided for many years in Jackson township, but for the past sixteen years had made their home in Rockwell City.

Of the twelve children born to them six are now living, Jesse, Hattie (Stewart), Ed., Edith (Lord), Effie and Thele. Of these all were able to be present with the exception of Mrs. Lord, of Iowa Falls. Other relatives present were a sister, Mrs. Baldwin, of Lake City, with Mr. and Mrs. Geo. McCaulley and Frank and Lettie McCaulley, of Lake City.

Mrs. Bowers was an earnest Christian woman, whose character impressed all who knew her. She united with a Baptist church in 1852, and the Christian faith that had sustained her during the years of a busy life was a comfort and solace during the long months of her affliction. “One less at home; one more in Heaven.” “ To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.”