| Mary Taylor Taubman
Mother Gone.
But once in the life time of an editor is he called upon to
perform the sad mission of announcing the death of mother, and just so
often has been felt the lack of ability to say things fitting to the
memory. Such is the position we are placed in today.
Mother died at the home of her daughter, in Groton, Saturday
morning at about eleven o'clock. Enjoying her usual good health for one
of advanced years until suddenly stricken with paralysis but a week
before, the frail form proved too weak to throw off the sever shock,
during which time the mind was never restored to normal condition,
although favorable symptoms were visible within a few hours of the end.
There have been good mothers innumerable, but we cannot see how
anyone could have had a better mother than was ours. Her faith was
strong, her heart a casket of love, her watchfulness untiring, and her
soul high in its purpose.
Our halting tongue cannot utter nor limited pen express tribute
worthy of mother. Sorrowfully, humbly, we as an only son, mindful of the
great debt we owe and our inability to pay, vow to keep affectionate her memory.
Mary Taylor was born near Wheeler, Va., January 12th, 1832, and
when a small child moved with her parents and a large family of children
to the then frontier in central Indiana where she resided until grown to
womanhood and was married to William P. Taubman at Cedar Falls, Iowa,
her home until 1882 when with her husband and children she removed to
Plankinton. Five children were born to this union, Etta Wade of
Cleveland, Ohio, Cora deSteiger and Mona Reeves of Groton and Thomas W.
Taubman of this city. One daughter, Kate, together with the husband
precede her to the grave.
The remains of mother arrived from Groton Sunday accompanied by
Mr. and Mrs. J. D. Reeves and a neice, Mrs. Geo. Kelley, of Armour.
Short services were conducted from the residence of the son yesterday
afternoon by Rev. Greene and all that was earthly of our loved one was
lain to a long rest at Mizpah cemetery.
God had called our Mother to Him,
Mother strong in faith and love.
Living faithful to her Savour,
Till he welcomed her above.
Life for her had joys and sorrows,
Cares that only mothers know,
As they guard those God hath given
To their care while here below.
We shall miss that dear, frail mother,
Though near her we could not be;
Miss a mother's tender letter,
Miss her loving sympathy.
But for her 'tis now for better;
She was faithful to her trust.
Till her soul went to her Maker
And her dear form back to dust. |
