Lucy A. (Schryver) YEOMAN

YEOMAN, SCHRYVER, BRISBIN, PRATT

Posted By: Sarah Thorson Little (email)
Date: 4/12/2015 at 18:29:18

September 30, 1835 --- November 23, 1903

Lucy A. Schryver was born at Maumee, Michigan, September 30, 1835. In 1838 she removed with her parents to Delhi, N. Y. At the age of eighteen she came west to Polo, Ill. where she was married to Frank G. Yeoman. Of this union were born five children, three of whom survive her, Hannah, wife of William Brisbin of Eagle Grove, Margaret, the wife of Rev. George Pratt, of Ft. Dodge, and Grant G., of Richland Mo. Her death occurred Monday November 23 and was the result of a general breakdown following an attack of typhoid some months previous. The funeral was held from the M. E. church Wednesday November 25, Rev. Southwell officiating.

When a woman like Lucy A. Yeoman dies the mere record of her years is not enough. A life's nobility and usefulness are not measured in minutes nor to be told in figures. Its helpfulness and purity are not part of the legend to be chiseled in marble on a monument.

Mrs. Yeoman was a good woman. Common and trite as the expression is, it carries the highest praise and deepest appreciation that may be spoken above a grave. It is a biography in a phrase, the record of a beautiful life in a sentence. There are two virtues which are especially essential to high character, fidelity and patience and these Mrs. Yeoman possessed in cheerfullest measure. She was a type of good woman. Duty and religion were her beacon lights and by them she shaped her course as mariners, by the north star. She was supremely faithful in all things; to her family, her friends, and God. Unassuming and retiring by nature, she had no desire to shine in public, but she made her home luminous in the glow of her affection and self-abnegation. Her life was Tolstoyan in its simple kindness. There was no shifting of the burden she knew for her own. Considerate and charitable in words and in deed she never made an enemy or planted a sting in any human heart. In the forty years where-in this writer has known and loved her, he never heard her complain or lift her voice in unkind or undeserved censure of another. She met happiness half-way and bore loss and disappointment with infinite courage and patience. Her sorrows, which were many, failed to quench the hopeful optimism that was partly of her nature and partly of her faith in Gods justice. Not a great, but a good woman, she wrote again on the palimpsest, of human existence the history, not of a Pallas Athene, but of a New Dorcas.

TIMES GAZETTE - Eagle Grove, Iowa
December 4, 1903

source: Paul Wilde