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From THE COLUMBUS (NE.) JOURNAL, November 20, 1907-
REED--Monday H.B. Reed received a telegram from Riverside, Cal., telling him of the death of his mother, who passed away suddenly on Sunday, and also stating that the funeral would be held on Tuesday. Mrs. Reed was well known to many Columbus people, having lived in this locality for many years. Mr. Reed did not learn any of the particulars of his mother's death, but will receive them later.
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Sunday night, over the wires from Brother Fred at Riverside, Cal., came the sad message--"Mother died suddenly this afternoon." Poor Ma. Dark hour of death. Forbid the thought. But it was a release from life's burden. Mrs. J.H. Reed was well up in the seventies and has been an invalid for a number of years, and about two years ago it was necessary to remove both of her eyes, which left her as helpless as an infant. But she bore her affliction peacefully. In mentioning her death to a friend of the family, they said, "When I saw her a year or so ago in California, she seemed, so quiet, so patient, so sweet. Much comes before us as we write this, of the scenes at the old home on Ashland Hill in Ohio, and Longlook farm in Nebraska. But all we can say at this time, as we remember Ma, she was beautiful, and beautiful were the ministrations of life that were given her to fulfill. Angelic loveliness robed her, and a grace as it if were caught from heaven, breathed in every tone, hallowed every affection shown, and in every action, invested as a halo in her whole existence, and made it a light and a blessing, a charm and vision of gladness to all around her. But she died. Poor Ma. While we feel her death keenly, we are glad to know that she is relieved from the terrible suffering she underwent the last three years. It is sort of a pleasant sadness. We have heard people remark, how sweet a pleasure there is in sadness when we know that our loved ones are over their suffering and safe on the other side of the mystic and peaceful river. It is not despondency, it is not sorrow, it is not bloom, it is one of the moods of joy. At any rate it makes me happy, and yet it is a sober and sad happiness, it is but the shadow of joy upon the soul. May she rest in peace. [Route No. 3
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From THE COLUMBUS JOURNAL, November 27, 1907-
REED--A letter received from Riverside, Cal., gives the following particulars of the death of Mrs. J.H. Reed. She was in her usual health Sunday and ate dinner with the family as usual, but while finding her way back to the table suddenly indicated distress. They went to her assistance at once and called a physician, but she soon passed away, the doctor pronouncing the trouble heart failure. The funeral was private and held from the home. [Route No. 3.] [ColfaxDeutschlandPlatte.FBK.FTW]
From THE COLUMBUS (NE.) JOURNAL, November 20, 1907-
REED--Monday H.B. Reed received a telegram from Riverside, Cal., telling him of the death of his mother, who passed away suddenly on Sunday, and also stating that the funeral would be held on Tuesday. Mrs. Reed was well known to many Columbus people, having lived in this locality for many years. Mr. Reed did not learn any of the particulars of his mother's death, but will receive them later.
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Sunday night, over the wires from Brother Fred at Riverside, Cal., came the sad message--"Mother died suddenly this afternoon." Poor Ma. Dark hour of death. Forbid the thought. But it was a release from life's burden. Mrs. J.H. Reed was well up in the seventies and has been an invalid for a number of years, and about two years ago it was necessary to remove both of her eyes, which left her as helpless as an infant. But she bore her affliction peacefully. In mentioning her death to a friend of the family, they said, "When I saw her a year or so ago in California, she seemed, so quiet, so patient, so sweet. Much comes before us as we write this, of the scenes at the old home on Ashland Hill in Ohio, and Longlook farm in Nebraska. But all we can say at this time, as we remember Ma, she was beautiful, and beautiful were the ministrations of life that were given her to fulfill. Angelic loveliness robed her, and a grace as it if were caught from heaven, breathed in every tone, hallowed every affection shown, and in every action, invested as a halo in her whole existence, and made it a light and a blessing, a charm and vision of gladness to all around her. But she died. Poor Ma. While we feel her death keenly, we are glad to know that she is relieved from the terrible suffering she underwent the last three years. It is sort of a pleasant sadness. We have heard people remark, how sweet a pleasure there is in sadness when we know that our loved ones are over their suffering and safe on the other side of the mystic and peaceful river. It is not despondency, it is not sorrow, it is not bloom, it is one of the moods of joy. At any rate it makes me happy, and yet it is a sober and sad happiness, it is but the shadow of joy upon the soul. May she rest in peace. [Route No. 3
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From THE COLUMBUS JOURNAL, November 27, 1907-
REED--A letter received from Riverside, Cal., gives the following particulars of the death of Mrs. J.H. Reed. She was in her usual health Sunday and ate dinner with the family as usual, but while finding her way back to the table suddenly indicated distress. They went to her assistance at once and called a physician, but she soon passed away, the doctor pronouncing the trouble heart failure. The funeral was private and held from the home. [Route No. 3.]
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