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Subject: OBITUARY - FLEETA B.(GRAVES) ANDERSON.

Date: Tuesday, May 22, 2001 11:38 AM

May 6, l897

FLEETA B. ANDERSON, daughter of JAMES and NANCY GRAVES, was born in

Hamilton Township, this county, March l2, l873, and died at her home in

Pleasanton April 26, l897, aged 24 years, l month and l4 days. Her

three little children, husband, parents, four brothers and one sister,

are left to mourn the departed.

She was married to DUGALD ANDERSON March l2, l894, and had been a member

of the Baptist Church for fourteen years. The funeral services were

conducted by ELDER WM. ANDERSON, of Lamoni, after which deceased was

laid at rest in Hamilton Cemetery.

FLEETA received her education in the common schools of Hamilton Township

and in the Davis City High School. She was quite intellectual and her

sunny disposition won the lasting friendship of all who formed her

acquaintance. She taught school several terms, in which employment she

was highly successful.

Her sudden death was a rude shock to surviving relatives and friends,

even though death itself can have no terrors if it is but an awaking of

the mortal into immortality. She was in the days of younger womanhood,

with every expectation of life, and the prospect of a long and useful

career was bright and promising. Her life went out at the time of its

greatest usefulness.

FAREWELL TO A LOVING SISTER.

We miss thee from our home, dear sister,

We miss thee from the place;

A shadow o'er our lives is cast,

We miss the sunshine of thy face.

Farewell, farewell, dear sister, dear,

Her voice on earth we no more hear;

She was so kind, her ways so dear,

But now she is gone, she is not here.

FLEETA gone--oh, how we miss her!

Yet we know she is at rest;

And we know that Christ, our Savior,

Doeth all things for the best.

She laid her hands upon her breast

And fell asleep, and is at rest.

Her spirit rests with God on high,

Where we can meet her bye and bye.

The angels took her home, above,

There we will meet, where all is love.

Then farewell, sister, again farewell

We soon will meet where all is love.

E.J.B.

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