WILSON, Dora Brown 1857-1908

WILSON, BROWN, GALLUP, HANSEN, BLUNT

Posted By: Marilyn O'Connor (email)
Date: 12/28/2007 at 13:16:04

Mitchell County Press and Osage News

March 18, 1908

Dora Brown Wilson was born in Zenia, Clay Co. Illinois Sept. 4, 1857 and died March 12, 1908.

She moved with her parents to Iowa Falls, Iowa, in 1860. There they lived a short time when they again moved to Cedar Falls, Iowa. After a brief sojourn there the family went to Dubuque, Iowa, where they remained until 1869. Then they came to Osage where they have since resided.

Mrs. Wilson had three sisters and one brother, Charles F., who died in infancy. Her twin sister, Alda M. died April 10, 1884. Blanche Pettit lives in Verndale, Minnesota, and Myrtle, (Mrs. Oscar Gallup,) resides in Osage.

The deceased was married in 1878 to Marion I. Wilson and bore to him six children, Charles, Maude, Alda, George, Neil and Myrtle, all of whom survive her. Mrs. Alda Hansen, residing in Osage, Mrs. Maude Blunt in Charles City and the other four at home.

Mrs. Wilson was a woman of many estimable qualities. She has shown herself to possess much executive ability in the carrying on of her farm while at the same time rearing her large family. She was faithful in the prosecution of tasks which would have overcome many. During the pastorate of Mr. Moody some sixteen years ago she united with the Congregational church in Osage and although circumstances had not permitted her to be a regular attendant she preserved a Christian heart.

As she lay dying she sang the sweet old hymn, Nearer My God to Thee, and committed her soul to Him.

Her funeral was conducted at the late residence Saturday afternoon at two o’clock by Rev. H. O. Allen. The Lybarger family rendered several old hymns of the church. A profusion of beautiful flowers showed the esteem with which her many friends regarded her. The husband has lost a good wife and the children may well repeat:

A grave, Oh, Mother, has been dug for thee Within a still, to thee, a well known place.
A shadow, all its own, above shall be,
And flowers its threshold, too shall ever grace.
And even as thou liest, so in thy urn
Thou’lt lie unconscious of both joy and smart;
And daily to my thoughts shalt thou return,
I dig for thee, this grave within my heart.