Calhoun County Iowa Obituaries


Laura Crouch Benner

Rockwell City Newspaper
June 24, 1908

Birth, marriage and death, the three most noticeable events human life have been the experience of Laura, Wife of Angus Benner, daughter of Henry Williams and Edith Crouch. Was born near charlotte, Clinton, Co., Iowa, January 15, 1889, Was married to Angus Benner October 22, 1903. She was mother of two children; the elder a boy lived twenty-one hours, the younger, a daughter survives her. She leaves a husband, mother, two brothers, twenty-seven uncles and aunts and a host of cousins and friends to mourn her sudden and early death.

She attended school in Rockwell City passing creditably through the different grades, and quit school before her class graduated. She acquired a copious store of knowledge both theoretical and practical and had she so desired she would have made a thoroughly accomplished actor on the stage of live. She had no inclination to devote her life to the profession of teaching or other avenues of mental activities of mental activities open to women at present. She was passionately fond of music and threw her whole soul and energies into the execution of her favorite songs and hymns.

Domesticity was the dominant factor that affected her life's career. She was sociable and friendly, an obedient pupil, a loving and industrious daughter and as a wife she possessed rare business qualifications and like Martha of old did all she could to make home a happy and comfortable place. The maternity of her disposition was exemplified by her taking the five months old baby of her aunt, Mrs. Cora royalty, to raise and educate. She loved the child as though it were her own, giving to it her deep motherly love and tenderest care. She joined the M. E. church twelve years ago and up to the time of her marriage was a constant worker in the league and Sunday School. She was a woman greatly admired for her many traits of character, and many here deeply and keenly mourn her death. Rev. Robert Reidy conducted the funeral services, which were very serious, consoling and comforting. He drew lessons from her death, so beautifully expressed. they were as the balm of Gilead to the sorrowing relatives and friends as rev. Reidy said, "May the God of All Our Lives Comfort All Our Hearts." Her husband, mother, brothers and relatives return their sincere thanks to all who assisted them through their time of sorrow and bereavement.

C. E. Prentice of Newell, Obe Williams of Runnells, Mrs. H Shields and children of Fort Dodge, Mrs. John Clark and daughter of Lake City and Philip Crouch and wife of Somers attended the funeral.

IN MEMORIAM
To Laura Benner
As Azrael's fatal and remorseless dart
Has still'd the action of your loving heart
My soul with bitter grief is covered o'er
Because thy form and face I see no more.

Tho' scalding tears bedim my mortal sight,
I still believe He doeth all things right;
That He who sitteth on his golden throne
Will know and claim thee for his own.

I'll miss thy pleasant smile, your heartfelt greeting,
When with each other we were often meeting,
And tho' today our hears are bowed with care
In vision we still see thee everywhere.

In infancy I held thee in my arms,
Watched o'er thy budding and unfolding charms,
A merry, happy, laughing, romping sprite
You did your Grandpa's merry hear delight.

Your mind was filled with knowledge learned in school,
You had command of every household tool
Thus well equipped for life and all its duties,
Your life was rounded out with many beauties.
Earth was made better by your living here
Home made more pleasant, by your presence, dear,
To excel, you always had ambition,
Tried your best to better your condition.

Each has a certain mission to fulfill
Like rushing torrent ot a tiny rill
Each moved by nature's certain motion,
Till they all find their home-The Ocean.

So we poor mortals, with our fleeting breath
Toil on our way till we are stopped by death:
We all must suffer from affliction's rod
And hope to reach the bosom of our God.
But thou art gone-kind mother earth's dear arms
Hid from our mortal sight thy many charms,
The flowers will bloom, and verdant grasses wave
Above thy form sleeping in the grave.

We know your life's work here on earth is done
And when our earthly pilgrimage is run,
that we'll all meet you with God's only son,
Then no more tears, no sad, sad tales we'll tell,
Till that time comes, I say to you Farewell.

Written by her grandfather, Stephen Williams

Submitted by:Laura McCoy


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