Charles Henry Clark (1859 - 1939)

CLARK, ELMORE, MCGHEE, STALEY

Posted By: Karen Brewer (email)
Date: 12/23/2022 at 08:38:02

The Osceola Tribune, Osceola, Iowa
August 22, 1939, Page 8

C. H. CLARK

Charles H. Clark, son of Rev. Jacob D. and Nancy E. Clark, was born in Ross county, Ohio, Dec. 5, 1859 and passed away in his home at Woodburn, Iowa August 12, 1939, at the age of 79 years, 8 months and 7 days.

Charles, as he was familiarly called, came to Iowa with his parents when he was only six years old, locating at Chillicothe, Iowa in 1865. In 1867 he came with the family to Lucas county settling at Last Chance, after three years there moved to Ottawa north of Woodburn and later purchased land three miles south of Woodburn which they improved and made homes.

Charles was converted and baptized in his boyhood days. How he did enjoy coming to East Concord to Sunday school and church and take his part of the work for his Lord in singing and in home missionary work.

On October 19, 1882 he was united in marriage to Mary A. Elmore of Woodburn, Iowa. To this union were born two daughters, Minta A. McGhee and Alta A. Staley. Jesus saw best to call Alta home in rest in December, 1925. Charles with his wife moved to Woodburn in 1920 where he remained until God saw best to call him home to rest. He leaves to mourn, his beloved wife and daughter, Minta McGhee, and three grandchildren, Dorothy, Donald and Mansel Staley, and many relatives and friends. He was a kind husband and a loving father and will be greatly missed by all.

The funeral services were held at the Methodist church in Woodburn, Iowa, August 14, 1939 at 2:30 p.m. Rev. Pete Thomas of Lancaster, Mo., had charge of the services assisted by Mrs. Myrtle Wolfe-Cox of Van Wert. The music was furnished by a quartette consisting of Paul Crist, Horace Oliver, Dorothy Evans and Charline Oliver, with Mrs. June Joy at the piano. Pallbearers were: Frank Boor, John Crist, Ray Robb, Lawrence Marquis, Art Wright and Gus Fuller. Interment was in Woodburn cemetery.

E'en for the dead I will not bind my soul to grief; death cannot long divide, for is it not as though the rose that climbed my garden wall has blossomed on the other side: Death doth hide, but not divide: though are but on Christ's other side; though art with Christ, and Christ with me: in Christ united still are we.