Peree (Arnold) Bradshaw (1895)

BRADSHAW

Posted By: Cay Merryman (email)
Date: 7/23/2004 at 22:11:17

Newspaper Unknown - January 1895

Mrs. Peree Bradshaw, died at her home near Truro, Iowa, January 1, 1895, Mrs. Peree Bradshaw
was in her 67th year. She leaves a lonely companion, 9 children 3 brothers, 4 sisters and a host of friends to mourn, but our loss is her eternal gain.

She was married to J. W. Bradshaw in Ohio in 1844, came to Iowa in 1853, settled in Madison county where she has since lived until called away by death. She started for heaven in her youth, joined the Christian church which she so dearly loved and has lived a faithful christian until Christ said it is enough, come up higher. She has been afflicted the last few yeaars of her life, confined most of the time to her home and deprived of church privileges, yet she always trusted in her Saviour and was ready when the summons came. She was an affectionate wife, a loving mother, a kind obliging neighbor and will be greatly missed in the community where she has lived so long. Oh, the lonliness in that home, her chair is vacant, her voice will be heard no more, yet weeping friends, dry your tears, mother is only gone before; she is waiting for your coming. May God bless the lonely husband and bereaved children and may they make an unbroken family in heaven.

Funeral services were held in the Christian church at Truro, Sunday Jan. 13, and was attended by a large sympathizing audience, conducted by the pastor, Rev. W. C. Smith, assisted by Rev. Stitt of the Baptist church and A. E. Lyons of the Methodist church, then her remains was laid to rest in the Hartman cemetery to await the ressurrection morn. "Dear husband your companion is gone, No longer with you could she stay: Perhaps you'll ask at the days early dawn, Oh! why was she taken away? Remember she's gone from the evils to come, No sorrow disquiet her breast, With angels she sings on that beautiful home, Which Jesus prepared for the blessed. At the beautiful gate of that heavenly home, Your dear loving mother will stand, To shout the sweet welcome, come home children, come, Come into the heavenly land. Look up then dear husband and children behold, Her beautiful home in the skies, The streets of that city are covered with gold, The tears are all wiped from her eyes In that beautiful land she is waiting for you. Fear not the dark valley, he'll carry you through, The Saviour will welcome you home."--- Mrs. Ella Middleton.

Note: burial was in the Hartman Cemetery.