GOODE, Mary J. (1856-1919)

GOODE

Posted By: Don Boucher (email)
Date: 3/8/2013 at 09:13:21

Obituary from an unknown newspaper, date unknown, photographed from an Obituary Book at the City Library in Indianola, Warren County, Iowa, USA:

Mary Jane Keller, daughter of J.G. and Matilda Keller, was born in Peoria county, Illinois, July 15, 1856, and died at her home in Indianola, Iowa, September 5, 1919 at the age of sixty-three years, one month and twenty-one days.

She came with her parents to Warren county, Iowa, in the spring of 1876. She was married to J.J. Goode June 9, 1877. To this union were born nine children, all of whom are living except Elmer L., who died in 1905, and Lena M., in infancy. Frank R. is of Rock Rapids, Iowa; Clarence A., of Artesian, South Dakota; John L., of Pawnee, Oklahoma; Dollie E. Hewitt, of Des Moines, Iowa; Harley H. and Charley, of Indianola, Iowa, and Matilda J. Emery, of Loudonville, Ohio. Besides these she leaves to mourn her loss her husband, twenty grandchildren, six sisters, and two brothers.

Mrs. Goode was converted some thirty-one years ago. She joined the Christian Union church at Goode's Chapel and has since remained a member at that place.

A more patient submissive sufferer was never seen, her faith in her Savior and her constant looking forward to her Master's call to come up higher, was a source of great comfort and consolation to her family who watched with her in her last hours.

In the death of sister Goode the family has lost a kind and loving wife and mother, and the community a splendid neighbor, but we confidently feel that our loss has been heavens eternal gain, and while the tears of sympathy and sorrow will come unbidden to our eyes and our hearts are painfully sad, we do not weep as those who have no hope, for our loved one knew in who she believed and we are persuaded that he is able to keep that which we have committed to him against that day.

Funeral services were conducted by Rev. N.D. Gordon, of Indianola, Iowa, at the home in the presence of a very large audience of relatives and friends.

The doctrine of the resurrection is full of joy to those who are bereft of loved ones. It clothes the grave with flowers and wreathes the tome with unfading laurel. The sepulchre shines fair as we say. in the full assurance of faith. Rent from the ignoble shell, the pearl is one to deck the crown of the Prince of Peace. Buried beneath the sod, the seed is preparing to bloom in the King's garden.

Good bye, my mother dear, good bye.
Thy voice is silent now;
The blue veined lids thy dear eyes hide
And marble seems thy brow;
But, mother dear it cannot be
We ne'er again shall meet;
Some day, sweet mother mine, some day,
We shall each other greet.
The mystic curtain hanging 'tween
Time and eternity;
Some day 'twill mother dear, some day.
Be lifted up for me
And then the future solved, yes, then
I'll see thy face devine;
Some day, yes, mother dear, some day.
Thy eyes will look in mine
The winter's frost with cruel touch,
Destroys the blossoms fair;
Some day, when summer comes, then will
Their fragance fill the air;
Life's winters frost oft blight the joys
That blossoms in the heart;
But then, when summer comes, some day,
We'll meet to never part.

After the services the body was laid to rest in the Plainville cemetery, to await the coming of that great Easter day when the graves shall be opened and we shall see him as he is.