Frank Charles Wallace 1866-1935

WALLACE, COFFMAN

Posted By: Ann Bowler (email)
Date: 10/27/2011 at 13:56:59

“The Sentinel”, Osceola, Iowa, July 18, 1935, “Weldon” Paragraphs 3 & 16.
“Frank Wallace passed away last Thursday afternoon at an Osceola hospital. The family has the sympathy of the entire community.
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Funeral services for the late Frank Wallace were held Sunday afternoon from the Methodist church with Rev. J. G. Myers, pastor of the Christian church delivering the sermon. Interment in the Hebron Cemetery”.

“The Sentinel”, Osceola, Iowa, July 18, 1935, Page 7.
“F. C. Wallace”

“F. C. Wallace, long time resident of Clarke county, died here Thursday. Funeral services were held at the Methodist Episcopal church at Weldon, Sunday afternoon and interment made at the Weldon cemetery.

Frank Charles Wallace, son of John M. and Priscilla Wallace, was born in Knox county, Illinois, August 13th, 1866, and departed this life at Osceola, Iowa, July 11, 1935, at the age of 68 years, 10 months and 28 days.

At the age of two years he moved with his parents to Clarke county, Iowa, where he grew to manhood, helping to make a living and build an estate.

On March 3, 1887 he was united in marriage with Miss Siddie F. Coffman. to this union seven children were born: Floyd M., Ada C., Leland S., and Frankie E., of Weldon; Dace D. of Salem, Oregon, and Mrs. Mabel O. Chambers of Farragut, Iowa. One daughter Consula S. died in infancy.

He leaves to mourn his death, a devoted wife, six childfen, two brothers, John E. and Fred E. of Weldon, Iowa, and one half brother, G. W. Hall of Weldon.

One brother Harvey Edgar, one sister Mrs. Jennie M. Wade and one half sister, Mrs. Ella H. Jamison, preceded him in death. He also leaves 5 grand children and a host of friends and neighbors.

Soon after marriage he moved to a farm a short distance from the paternal home, where he remained until the beginning of his fatal illness a few weeks ago.

He was a man of good habits, strong moral character and a retiring disposition who loved nature’s wild and sports afield. He helped in the building of a commonwealth. And who can say but what those hardy pioneers like him more thoroughly understood the meaning of the poet’s lines:
‘Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad ugly and venomous. Wears yet a precious jewel in his head. And this our life exempts. From public haunts finds tongues in trees, Books in running brooks, Sermons in stones and good in everything.’ “