SCOTT, Flossie 1880-1933

SCOTT, BURNS

Posted By: Tammy (email)
Date: 9/14/2015 at 19:51:03

Mrs. Will J. Scott Passed Away Tuesday

Mrs. Will J. Scott passed away Tuesday morning at the convalescent home in Des Moines where she had been a patient for more than a year. The end came quickly and was a severe shock to relatives and friends, although they had not been too hopeful, for several months, of her recovery.

About a year and a half ago she suffered a nervous collapse and never regained strength enough to combat what proved a baffling and difficult nervous and physical disorder.

Funeral services will be held at the home here this afternoon at 2:00 o'clock.

--The Grundy Register (Grundy Center, Iowa), 14 September 1933, pg 1

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Funeral Services For Mrs. W. J. Scott Thursday

The funeral services of Mrs. Will J. Scott were conducted at the home Thursday, Sept. 14, with the Rev. A. G. Annette officiating. Friends and relatives were present and deeply appreciated the very effective sermon delivered by Rev. Annette. Mrs. Hugh Willoughby and Mrs. Annette sang "Saved By Grace" and "Crossing the Bar," and Mrs. Annette sang "Shadows." Pallbearers were Dr. F. S. Beckman, Hugh Willoughby, R. J. Kuehl, A. G. Briggs, Ed Kerr, and Arthur J. Hasbrouck.

Obituary
Flossie Alice Burns was born February 2, 1880, the youngest daughter of the late Dr. and Mrs. Judson D. Burns of this city, pioneer residents of this community. She attended Grundy Center public schools, and married William J. Scott, of W. H. Scott and Bro. Lumber Co., in 1898. To this union one son was born, Hugh Burns Scott, in 1900. She lived her entire life in this community. She was a member of the Baptist church of Grundy Center and was active in church work until the time of her last illness. She was extremely home-loving, amiable and generous to a fault, as all who knew her will testify.

She leaves her husband and son to mourn their loss and one sister, Mrs. Anna B. Morphy, who has resided here in the Scott home during the wife's protracted illness and absence.

Death is ominous and terrifying to those in health, and yet it is only a completion of the Eternal plan, the cycle of full turn. Might it not be more divine than anything life can know, more serene, more wise and true? And best of all, might it not make real that hope of hopes, reunion with those souls loved and lost in this most imperfect of worlds--a reunion like Browning's:
"For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave,
the black minute's at end,
And the elecent's rage,
the fiend-voices that rave shall dwindle, shall blend,
Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain,
then a light, then thy breast,
Oh, soul of my soul!
I shall clasp thee again and with God be the rest!"

--The Grundy Register (Grundy Center, Iowa), 21 September 1933, pg 1