Edith Anna Bradstreet (1913-1917)

BRADSTREET

Posted By: Alan Nicholson
Date: 10/21/2011 at 14:14:19

Sutherland Courier, 25 Jan 1917, p 7 col 4

The news of the death of Mr. and Mrs. Francis Bradstreet's little five year old daughter, Edith, which occurred Wednesday night has reached us this morning, Thursday. The cause of her death, we understand, being pneumonia. Her illness was of short duration and the sad report of her death comes as a shock to all the friends of the bereaved parents. The funeral will be conducted at the home five miles southeast of Sutherland Saturday afternoon at 2:00 o'clock and will be in charge of Rev. R. E. Willis. Burial will be made in Waterman cemetery.

Sutherland Courier, 1 Feb 1917, p 1 col 2

Edith Anna Bradstreet
Aged 3 years, 3 months, 16 days

[obituary is accompanied by her photograph]

Little Edith Anna Bradstreet only child of Mr. and Mrs. f. A. Bradstreet was born November 8, 1913, and died January 24, 1917, after only a few days of sickness, death resulting from a complication of Quinsy and La Grippe.

Short funeral services were held at the home Saturday afternoon, Jan. 27, 1917, after which the beautiful little form was laid to rest in Waterman cemetery. The neighborly sympathy of all is extended to the family especially the mother who because of sickness was unable to leave the home.

Mrs. H. N. McMaster and Mrs. Geo. B. Flinders sang and Rev. Willis spoke briefly on "The Place of the Child in Christianity."

At such a time how comforting are the words of the Great Teacher, "Of such is the kingdom" and "Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God." No such place is given to childhood - no such promise given to humankind outside of the Bible and the Christian religion.

This beautiful baby life was so precious, so fraught with blessings to her parents that she seemed a flower of paradise permitted to bloom for a brief season by their side, then recalled to its nature skies, leaving the earthly road for them dark and lonely indeed!

And when the messenger came from the unseen lands to claim the little darling as his own:
"She only crossed her little hands,
She only looked more meek and fair,
We parted back her silken hair,
White buds, the summer's drifted snow,
We wove the roses round her brow,
Wrapt her from head to foot in flowers,
And thus she went out from this world of ours."