Beecher, Daisy 1874-1882

BEECHER

Posted By: Mary Holub, volunteer (email)
Date: 10/17/2009 at 16:52:04

Le Mars Daily Liberal, February, 1, 1882

DIED.—-One mile south of Le Mars, Daisy, youngest daughter of B. and K. A. Beecher,
of diphtheria. The funeral will take place to-morrow (Thursday) morning from the residence.
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Le Mars Daily Liberal 2/7/1882

Little Daisy Beecher, who died last week, was a member of Miss Sweetland's school, and a bright promising child. A special favorite with her little school mates, Daisy is sadly missed from among the number, and teachers and scholars, all, unite in saying that little Daisy was a sweet and loveable child, gentle and kind in her [unreadable word] with them. The parents and friends have the sincere sympathy of these in this dark hour of their affliction. The knowledge that little Daisy is now safe at home'' will tend greatly to assuage the parents' grief, and the tender sympathy of loving friends makes the burden less severe.
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The Iowa Liberal
Wednesday, March 1, 1882
LeMars, Iowa

Communicated.
The friends of Mr. and Mrs. B. Beecher will regret to learn that death has a
second time, within the present month entered their family, and this time
has claimed Nellie as his victim. Diphtheria was the dreaded disease that
has thus claimed a double sacrifice.

Daisy, the youngest of the family, aged seven years, died Feb. 1st, Nellie
aged nine who was sick at that time, seemed to get better and hopes were
entertained of her recovery, but she suddenly grew worse and on the 18th
death claimed her also.

Thus these parents are subjected to a double bereavement, but they do not
mourn as those without hope, since their children, though young, gave
unmistakable knowledge of the way of salvation as taught in the Bible, and
with apparent desire looked forward to the joys of the glad home beyond the
skies.

And thus these little favorites have passed from earth to heaven, leaving
parents and sisters, school mates and friends to look back with fond
recollection, upon their lovely, gentle lives, and forward with the
consolation, that it is well with them in the home beyond. ~W.A. Pollock