Tillie H. Allett Howe 1877-1904

HOWE, ALLETT, JOHNSON, LEIN

Posted By: Merllene Andre Bendixen (email)
Date: 4/4/2011 at 20:24:20

Consigned to the Tomb
The Remains of Mrs. G. E. Howe at Rest to Awake Upon a Fairer Shore
On December 29th, the home of Mr. G. E. Howe was visited by the death angel, calling the beloved wife. In her sad demise, Mr. Howe has lost a loving wife. To know her was to love her. She always had a kind word for every one and a pleasant smile for all she met. Her untimely death will be a shock to her many relatives as it was not thought she was in any serious condition until Monday, December 26th, when a change for the worst took place, from then on she failed rabidly and passed away on Thursday morning, December 29th, at 12:15. The hope and the prayers of her friends were that she might remain to cast the sunshine of her happy disposition upon the family circle and friends, but it was not to be; death fastened its chilling hand upon her as upon a shining mark. Her death brings once more forcibly to mind the uncertainty of life. “Watch, ye, therefore, for ye know not when the master of the house cometh, at evening, or at midnight, or at the cock-crowing, or in the morning.” St. Mark XIII, V. 35.

Tillie Allett was born in Stockholm, Sweden, July 30, 1877, and emigrated with her parents to Spencer, Ia., when but two years old and there resided until October 14, 1901, when she was married to G. E. Howe of Estherville, Ia., where she has since resided.

The deceased leaves to mourn her untimely death, her husband and mother, Mrs. Peter Allett, of Spencer, Ia., and two sisters, Mrs. S.E. Johnson of Carthage, S. Dak., and Mrs. Andew O. Lein of Spencer, Ia. She was a member of the Highland Noble Lodge and the Ladies Aid Society of the Methodist church.

The funeral occurred Sunday at 2:30 p.m. from the Methodist church and her mortal remains were laid to rest in the Oak Hill Cemetery.

The floral offerings were profuse and beautiful, the tender tributes of admiring friends.

The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade,
And the young and the old, and the low and the high
Shall moulder to dust and together shall die.
So the multitude goes, like a flower or the weed,
That withers away to let others succeed;
So the multitude comes, even those we behold,
To repeat every tale that has often been told. G.L.M. (Estherville Democrat, Estherville, IA, January 4, 1905)