Montgomery, Mary Ann (Hackathorn) 1814-1890

MONTGOMERY, HACKATHORN, MUNN

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Date: 5/9/2005 at 11:40:21

Newton Journal, October 15, 1890

Mary Ann Hackathorn Montgomery

Died at the residence of her daughter, Mrs. John Munn, in Mariposa township, Jasper County, Iowa, at six AM on Thursday, October 9th, 1890, Mrs. Mary Ann Montgomery, aged 75 years, 5 months, and 27 days. Her maiden name was Mary Ann Hackathorn, and she was born near Georgetown, Beaver County, Pennsylvania in the year of 1814.

She had a stroke of paralysis about the 17th of July, since which time she has suffered with christian patience until the end came. In speaking with her daughter on several occasions she expressed a willingness to depart and be with Christ and the dear ones gone before. In her extreme suffering she was never heard to murmur nor complain only said "I hate so bad to leave you all but I am ready when the Lord calls me to go." She was converted and joined the M.E. Church some 50 years ago, has lived a christian ever since.

Her husband, William Montgomery died on March 1, 1862 of cancer, was a member of the M.E. Church, and died in the full enjoyment of faith, wishing often to "Depart and be with Christ which is far better." Mrs. Montgomery died very suddenly, she was in her right mind until about five minutes before she breathed her last.

Coordinator's Note: Jasper County Iowa Cemeteries Newton Township Book, page 329 shows Mary A. Montgomery d. 9 Oct 1890 age 75Y 5M 27D wife of William, Mother

Originally submitted on October 20, 1997 by Linda Violante

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To The Memory of Our Mother.

I shine in the light of God,
His likeness stamps my brow.
Through the showdown of death by feet have trod,
And I reign in glor now.

No breaking heart is here,
No keen and thrilling pain,
No wasted cheek though the frequent tear
Hath felled and left its pain.

I have found the joys of heaven,
I am one of the angel band.
To my head a crown of gold is given
And a harp is in my hand.

I have learned the songs they sing
Whom Jesus hath set free.
And the glorious walls of heaven shall ring
With my new born melody.

No sin, no grief, no pain,
Safe in my happy home.
My fears all fled my doubts all slain
My hour of truth to come.

Oh, friends of mortal years,
The trusted and the true,
Ye are walking still in the vale of tears
But I wait to welcome you.

Do I forget, Oh no!
For memory’s golden chain
Still binds my heart to my friends below,
Until we meet again.

Each link is strong and bright
And loves electric flame
Flows freely down like a river of light
To the world from which I came.

Then why should your tears flow down
And your hearts be sorely riven
For another gem in the glorious crown
And another soul in heaven.

Newton Journal, Wednesday, October 15, 1890, page 3, column 5.