From: "Nancee(McMurtrey)Seifert" <iggy29@scican.net>

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Subject: OBITUARY - JESSIE F. GARBER.

Date: Monday, June 11, 2001 9:10 PM

Decatur County Journal

December l, l898

JESSIE F., daughter of JOHN F. and ROSA GARBER, died at Glenwood, Iowa,

November l, l898, of that dread disease, diphtheria. She was born near

Crown, Decatur County, Iowa, February 27, l888, being l0 years, 8 months

and 4 days old at the time of her death.

She was of a cheerful, kind and affectionate disposition, always bright

and happy. She had been afflicted with partial deafness from infancy,

and as a result had never acquired the power of speech, being able to

say only a few words. For this reason, her parents decided to take her

to the school at Glenwood, Iowa, to obtain her education. She had been

there only a few weeks when she was taken sick with diphtheria. She was

not considered dangerous by the physician in charge, and each day an

encouraging report was sent to the parents. Owing to the nature of the

disease they were advised not to go to her unless there was a change for

the worse, for she seemed to be improving all the time. But the change

for the worse came, and the parents went to her bedside as soon as they

received the word, but it was too sudden for them to reach her to see

her in life, as her little spirit had flown before their arrival. The

remains were interred in the Glenwood Cemetery the following day.

During her short stay in Glenwood she had won the affections of the

teachers and pupils, and they assured the bereaved parents that they

felt it was their own loss as well as theirs.

On November 20, Rev. Mrs. Flora preached a sermon dedicated to the

memory of little JESSIE at Crown Chapel. Among the floral offerings was

a bouquet of white chrysanthemums sent from Glenwood. She leaves a

father, mother, three brothers, a sister and many relatives and friends

to mourn her loss.

Farewell, dear child, go to they rest in innocence so sweet;

Before temtation's glittering path allured they little feet;

Before thy little heart had learned an evil thought to know;

Before the stain of sin could blot that record white as snow.

Thy little tongue is loosened now, to sing the sweet refrains;

Thy little ears can catch the sound of joyful Heavenly strains.

No more of earth's dark trials to see, no more of pain or woe;

'Mongst flowers & birds of paradise, thy Savior's love to know.

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