WILLIS WILBER CREES

CREES, KIER

Posted By: Nancee(McMurtrey)Seifert (email)
Date: 2/19/2002 at 19:02:01

Decatur County Journal
Thursday, July l, l9l5

WILLIS WILBER CREES was born March 26, l87l,
near Grand River, Iowa;
died at his home in Decatur, Iowa, June 25,
l9l5, being forty-four
years, two months and twenty-nine days old,
having spent all his life in
Decatur County, Iowa.

He was married to ANNA C. KIER, February 20,
l893, and to this union
were born five children: MERLE, RUBY, ADA,
WILMA and MICHAEL, who
together with an aged father, two brothers
and three sisters and a host
of friends, are left to mourn his untimely
death.

MR. CREES took sick on March 2, l9l5, and
continued to grow weaker from
day to day, and while his physicians and
family felt that he would
finely conquer his ailments and regain his
health, their hopes were
disappointed and he answered the final call,
which comes to one and all.

He united with the United Brethren Church at
the age of seventeen and
lived a true, Christian life until his death.
He was a man who had no
enemies and was loved and respected by all
who knew him, and no good
cause or charitable requirement ever passed
by him unnoticed. He was an
unusually hard worker and together with his
good family had accumulated
considerable property and was arriving at an
age where he could retire
from hard work and take a rest, which he so
much deserved, when the
Master claimed him as his own. He was
traveling calmly and peacefully
toward the hilltop of life, accompanied by a
happy and unbroken family,
when he was confronted, overpowered and
destroyed by the reaper of
death.

Amid the suffering and thick gloom of the
present he could see the
brightness of the future that would accompany
his recovery and used
every effort, exerted every muscle, put forth
every atom of life's
energy to defeat his ailments but when he
began to see that his efforts
were fruitless he met the enevitable end and
bowed to His still small
voice with the calmness and serenity in which
he performed his daily
work.

Life is a cold and barren peak between two
eternities. We strive in
vain to look beyond the heights and our only
answer is the echo of our
wailing cry. Upon the shadowy shore of death
the sea of trouble casts
no wave. Eyes that have been curtained with
eternal darkness will never
know again the touch of tears. Lips that
have been sealed with the
great seal will never utter another word of
grief.

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February l9, 2002