Silas A Morgan 1866-1925

MORGAN, NEWMAN

Posted By: Volunteer: Roxanne Riggan
Date: 6/5/2012 at 15:49:41

SILAS A. MORGAN

Just as the day was fading eventide, on Saturday, November 14th 1925, the spirit of this life sketch, left the body to go to his Maker who gave it.

Silas A. Morgan, aged 58 years, 11 months and 2 days, son of Pheobe Anne and John S. Morgan, a civil war lieutenant, was born December 12th 1866 on his grandfather McCracken’s farm about six miles south of Bloomfield.
Here he spent his childhood days grew to manhood, and in fact lived at the same place all his life up to the fall of 1891, when he moved with his family to Milton residing in their own and the same home until his passing to that land from whence no traveler ever returns.

On September 21st, 1887 he was united in marriage with Anna E. Scarborough, of Bloomfield, Iowa.
Five children were born to this union, Lila May dying in infancy, Earl S. of Bloomfield, S. Gay and Marjorie of Milton, and Jennie Madalyn, who passed away when but 13 months of age.
Besides these he leaves his wife companion, one sister, Mrs. Anna Newman, of Bloomfield who assisted in nursing him during his last illness; uncles, nephews, nieces, three grandchildren and a host of friends who mourn his untimely departure.
When but nineteen years of age he united with the Prairie Chapel Christian church, Davis county, during the pastorate of J. H. Painter, and on his removal to Milton, transferred his membership to the Christian church here, and remained in the faith until the last.
He was a member of the Masonic Blue Lodge, and Royal Arch Masons belonged to the Woodmen, and at one time was a member of the I.O.O.F. lodge.

Silas Morgan was a friend to everybody and everybody was his friend. His pleasing manner and genial good will met the favor of all with whom he came in contact, and the words of the noble Abraham Lincoln will best express the life which he truly lived.
“Die when I may, I want it said of me by those who know me best, and that I always plucked a thistle and planted a rose where I thought a flower would grow”
His last sickness extended over a period of several years, but not until the last year did she show symptoms of a serious nature. Everything was done for him by his loving companion and children that could be done, but the Grim Reaper came to gather in the ripened grain, irrespective of the kindly ministrations so eagerly held out by those who loved him best, and knew his actual worth.

“What is this mystery that we call death?
My friend before me lies- in all saved breath.
He seems the same as yesterday, his face
So like to life, so calm, bears not a trace
Of that great change which all of us so dread.
I gaze on him and say- He is not dead.
But sleeps- and soon he will arise and take
Me by the hand.
I know he will awake
And smile on me, as he did yesterday;
And he will have some gentle word to say
Some kindly deed to do- for loving through;
Was warp and woof of which his life was wrought.
He is not dead. Such souls forever live
In boundless measure of the love they give.”

Funeral services were held, Monday, November 16th, at the Milton Christian church at 2:30 p.m. conducted by his pastor.
Elder H.C. Shaw, assisted by Rev. Gilbert of the M.E. church, after which his body was laid away in the Milton Sunnyside cemetery to await the call of the great judge, who doeth all things well.

Source: Van Buren Co. Genealogical Society Scrapbook A, page 392, Keosauqua Public Library; Keosauqua, IA