Ida Krenmyre Corns d. 1947

KRENMYRE, CORNS, FLOOD

Posted By: Volunteer - Rich Lowe
Date: 5/2/2007 at 06:54:57

IDA KRENMYRE CORNS

Rev. J. H. Krenmyre, of Sheldahl, Iowa, a nephew of Mrs. Corns, was to conduct the funeral services, but due to a serious accident last week was unable to come. He wrote the following tribute which was read at her funeral.

'Death came at eventide, to lead her gently home.' On Dec. 26, 1947, Ida Krenmyre Corns slipped quietly into the presence of her maker to hear his ' Well Done' and to find rest from suffering, borne so patiently and uncomplainingly.

Ida Krenmyre was born three months and eight days more than 93 years ago, the daughter of William and Anna Flood Krenmyre. All her life she has called Farmington her home. Here she grew to womanhood, here she married, here she has lived, and from here she has lived, and from here she went to meet her God and join her loved ones who have gone before.

'Let not your heart be troubled, ye believe in God, believe also in me' must have found lodgement in her heart many years ago, for surely no one has lived more than four score and ten years with a more simple faith and with less anguish of spirit. Through the last long years of illness, some of them helpless years, her answer to the quiry of 'How are you today?' was always 'Just fine.'

Her love for the children was so abundant that she was 'Aunt' to scores of them, who would often cheerfully call across the street 'Hello Aunt Ida and Uncle Boofie'. She treasured the companionship of her own grandsons, but never to the extent to shut others out. In her aging years her greatest pleasure was found in sharing with her 'boys' (her grandsons) their pleasures, and comforting them in their childish heartaches. One of her daughters recently said, "When I read Proverbs 31:10, 'Who can find a virtuous woman, for her price is above rubies' I always see Mother." She was not demonstrative in her expressions, always moderate in her proclamations, and ever loving in her attitudes.

Not only was the latch string always out to admit a neighbor in need, but the door was always ajar and a cheery sympathy waiting to the one in distress. She was often found at the bedside of her ailing neighbors in the time of need.

[Source: unnamed scrapbook]