Marie Augusta Bendixen Clymer 1865-1919

CLYMER, BENDIXEN, BENDIXON, HANSEN

Posted By: Merllene Andre Bendixen (email)
Date: 2/13/2011 at 23:51:49

Good Woman is Laid to Rest
Mrs. Everett Clymer, Residing South of This City, Was Honored by All Her Neighbors
The sad news soon spread over this vicinity when Mrs. Everett Clymer passed away just at sunrise.

Marie Augusta Bendixon [Bendixen] was born near Raleigh, Iowa, August 2, 1865. When she was a child her parents moved on the home farm near Terril where she grew to womanhood. On April 7th, 1915, she was married to Mr. Everett Clymer at Sac City, Iowa, and has since lived on the Mack farm one mile from home. To this union were born two children, Ernest, age 3 years and Irene, age 1 ½ years. Seven years ago she united with the Methodist church at Raleigh where she held the secretary’s office, always having her books in exact condition. As a girl Mary was a faithful companion of her mother, ever ready to help lift her burdens. She was loved and respected by all her friends for when anyone needed help she was always ready to lend a hand in time of sickness. No one could think more of a dutiful child than her father for no matter what she asked for he could not refuse. There were no idle hours in Mary’s young life. She would always notice and visit with old people as well as young and was honest with all. It is sad that such as she had to leave us when we need them most.

Besides a good loving husband and two children, she leaves to mourn her loss, a father, mother, four brothers, Christian, Lewis, August and Howard, and one sister, Pearl, besides a host of loving friends. Otto Hansen, of Copenhagen Denmark, is her only living relative not in this country.

The funeral was held at the Christian church in Estherville. Rev. Dungan spoke only the highest words of praise for a good mother. In her beautiful casket surrounded with roses she looked the soul of peace.

Peaceful be thy silent slumber.
Peaceful is thy grave so low;
Thou no more will join our number,
Thou no more our sorrows know.
Yet again we hope to meet thee,
When the day of life is fled;
And in heaven with joy to greet thee,
Where no farewell tears are shed.
(The Estherville Enterprise, Estherville, IA, June 18, 1919)