Jasper County Democrat, Volume 22, Number 2, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 April 1919 — Obituary [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

Obituary

Mrs. Lucretia Scott Lucretia E. Anderson was born on a farm near Gosport, Owen county, Ind. Oct. 1, 1847; died at her home in Wheatfield Meh. 28, 1919, aged 71 years, 5 months and 28 days. She had four brothers and four sisters, of whom John and Laura Anderson of Gosport, Mrs. Evangeline Gray of Spencer, and Mrs. Mary Weaver of Staunton, Ind., are living; Daniel, Matthew, William and Julia having preceded her. She was married to Franklin H. Scott Sept. 1, 1872 —Mr. Scott died Dec. 21, 1913 —and to them one child was born, Mrs. Ita Helmick, of Wheatfield, who faithfully ■nursed her during her long illness of some 1 5 months. Mrs. Scott had been a continuous resident of Wheatfield for 30 years and was known by nearly every person in the north end of the county. She was a member of the M. E. church, and largely through her efforts was the First Methodist church at Wheatfield organized, and, until she became physically unable, was an untiring worker for the church, Sunday school and for the general upbuilding of the morals of the community. In her passing Wheatfield loses one of its oldest and most respected residents. Funeral services were held at the M. E. church Sunday at 2 p. m., conducted by Rev. G. A. Emerich of Pittsford, Mich. Interment was made by the side of her husband in Wheatfield cemetery.

■How we’ve missed thee, dearest sister, For thy place no one could fill In the Master’s golden harvest. Fields are ripened, waiting still. For a hand, as thine, so willing, To wield a scythe of love so keen, To the needy sick and dying. There thy form was ever seen. No task too hard, no foe too bitter For the touch of thy kind haod; And thy service hath been rendered Unto all, at Christ's command. Thou wert faithful, and we honor On this day of thy demise, And with those who mostly loved thee, 'Streams our tears from flowing eyes. Thou art gone where God hath called thee, And we begrudge thee not thy rest. For Christ hath said to “Those that love me, Lean thy head upon my breast.’’ A few more years of pain and sorrow, A few more hours of toil and cares, Then we’ll meet thee on the morrow In the home which Christ prepares. For the faithful true and trusting, Who never fails, or doubts Ibis word: ■He will say to us as to you, “Enter in” to your reward. A FRIEND.