September 30, 1929, Monday... From diary of Phylis Gordon Fuller a granddaughter
Grandma has gone to join God in his heavenly home. She went Thursday night. Mama and I were over there about an hour before she went. If we had only known we would have been with her till the end, but one never knows. Only He knows. God was merciful and took her while she slept. I knew there would be no suffering, God would not let her go suffering. God is good. Mama didn't want us girls to go to the funeral but it was our last debt we could pay to her. I went to work just the same Friday but only God knows what I went through trying to stick it out, but I did. I did not go into work Saturday. I completely broke down Thursday night. The night times are the times I feel the worst. Sunday was the funeral. It was a beautiful day. The minute I saw the crepe over the door I started to cry. In the parlor was the casket. Above it was the picture of Christ praying. Grandma was dressed in a lovely grey silk dress. The casket was pearl gray with white satin puffy lining. All around her in the casket were baby pink and white roses and carnations and all around her were baskets of beautiful flowers. But as I stood there, tears streaming down, I could not believe she was dead. It was just as if she was sleeping and would wake up and speak to me. There were a great many of us there. Aunt Clara, Doris and ______, Clara and Frank. Albert and Gladys, Aunt Anna, Uncle Joe, May and Harvey, Aunt Grace, Uncle George, Emma, Aunt May, Uncle Harvey, Aunt Nell, Ralph and Aida, Marion and Theodore, Uncle Bobby , some of the Dingwells I didn't know and the friends. The immediate family was out in the kitchen and the rest in the parlor and dining room. I broke down again and Marion took me upstairs. The minister was lovely and I cried all through the service. After it was over we looked at grandma again and went out into the cars. Seven cars and a flower car and hearse. Everyone cried at the service. If there had been no tears before, there were now. I cried all the way to the cemetery. Eleanor, Connie and I rode in Papa's car, Mama was riding with all the sisters in the private car. At the cemetery we all got out and gathered around the casket. It was opened and we all saw grandma again and some of us kissed her goodbye. She was so cold and quiet. Then she was lowered to her grave. Even the men cried. Uncle George and poor Harvey cried. Then she was gone. Gone out of our lives never to see her again.
Grandma has gone to join God in his heavenly home. She went Thursday night. Mama and I were over there about an hour before she went. If we had only known we would have been with her till the end, but one never knows. Only He knows. God was merciful and took her while she slept. I knew there would be no suffering, God would not let her go suffering. God is good. Mama didn't want us girls to go to the funeral but it was our last debt we could pay to her. I went to work just the same Friday but only God knows what I went through trying to stick it out, but I did. I did not go into work Saturday. I completely broke down Thursday night. The night times are the times I feel the worst. Sunday was the funeral. It was a beautiful day. The minute I saw the crepe over the door I started to cry. In the parlor was the casket. Above it was the picture of Christ praying. Grandma was dressed in a lovely grey silk dress. The casket was pearl gray with white satin puffy lining. All around her in the casket were baby pink and white roses and carnations and all around her were baskets of beautiful flowers. But as I stood there, tears streaming down, I could not believe she was dead. It was just as if she was sleeping and would wake up and speak to me. There were a great many of us there. Aunt Clara, Doris and ______, Clara and Frank. Albert and Gladys, Aunt Anna, Uncle Joe, May and Harvey, Aunt Grace, Uncle George, Emma, Aunt May, Uncle Harvey, Aunt Nell, Ralph and Aida, Marion and Theodore, Uncle Bobby , some of the Dingwells I didn't know and the friends. The immediate family was out in the kitchen and the rest in the parlor and dining room. I broke down again and Marion took me upstairs. The minister was lovely and I cried all through the service. After it was over we looked at grandma again and went out into the cars. Seven cars and a flower car and hearse. Everyone cried at the service. If there had been no tears before, there were now. I cried all the way to the cemetery. Eleanor, Connie and I rode in Papa's car, Mama was riding with all the sisters in the private car. At the cemetery we all got out and gathered around the casket. It was opened and we all saw grandma again and some of us kissed her goodbye. She was so cold and quiet. Then she was lowered to her grave. Even the men cried. Uncle George and poor Harvey cried. Then she was gone. Gone out of our lives never to see her again.
September 30, 1929, Monday... From diary of Phylis Gordon Fuller a granddaughter
Grandma has gone to join God in his heavenly home. She went Thursday night. Mama and I were over there about an hour before she went. If we had only known we would have been with her till the end, but one never knows. Only He knows. God was merciful and took her while she slept. I knew there would be no suffering, God would not let her go suffering. God is good. Mama didn't want us girls to go to the funeral but it was our last debt we could pay to her. I went to work just the same Friday but only God knows what I went through trying to stick it out, but I did. I did not go into work Saturday. I completely broke down Thursday night. The night times are the times I feel the worst. Sunday was the funeral. It was a beautiful day. The minute I saw the crepe over the door I started to cry. In the parlor was the casket. Above it was the picture of Christ praying. Grandma was dressed in a lovely grey silk dress. The casket was pearl gray with white satin puffy lining. All around her in the casket were baby pink and white roses and carnations and all around her were baskets of beautiful flowers. But as I stood there, tears streaming down, I could not believe she was dead. It was just as if she was sleeping and would wake up and speak to me. There were a great many of us there. Aunt Clara, Doris and ______, Clara and Frank. Albert and Gladys, Aunt Anna, Uncle Joe, May and Harvey, Aunt Grace, Uncle George, Emma, Aunt May, Uncle Harvey, Aunt Nell, Ralph and Aida, Marion and Theodore, Uncle Bobby , some of the Dingwells I didn't know and the friends. The immediate family was out in the kitchen and the rest in the parlor and dining room. I broke down again and Marion took me upstairs. The minister was lovely and I cried all through the service. After it was over we looked at grandma again and went out into the cars. Seven cars and a flower car and hearse. Everyone cried at the service. If there had been no tears before, there were now. I cried all the way to the cemetery. Eleanor, Connie and I rode in Papa's car, Mama was riding with all the sisters in the private car. At the cemetery we all got out and gathered around the casket. It was opened and we all saw grandma again and some of us kissed her goodbye. She was so cold and quiet. Then she was lowered to her grave. Even the men cried. Uncle George and poor Harvey cried. Then she was gone. Gone out of our lives never to see her again.
Grandma has gone to join God in his heavenly home. She went Thursday night. Mama and I were over there about an hour before she went. If we had only known we would have been with her till the end, but one never knows. Only He knows. God was merciful and took her while she slept. I knew there would be no suffering, God would not let her go suffering. God is good. Mama didn't want us girls to go to the funeral but it was our last debt we could pay to her. I went to work just the same Friday but only God knows what I went through trying to stick it out, but I did. I did not go into work Saturday. I completely broke down Thursday night. The night times are the times I feel the worst. Sunday was the funeral. It was a beautiful day. The minute I saw the crepe over the door I started to cry. In the parlor was the casket. Above it was the picture of Christ praying. Grandma was dressed in a lovely grey silk dress. The casket was pearl gray with white satin puffy lining. All around her in the casket were baby pink and white roses and carnations and all around her were baskets of beautiful flowers. But as I stood there, tears streaming down, I could not believe she was dead. It was just as if she was sleeping and would wake up and speak to me. There were a great many of us there. Aunt Clara, Doris and ______, Clara and Frank. Albert and Gladys, Aunt Anna, Uncle Joe, May and Harvey, Aunt Grace, Uncle George, Emma, Aunt May, Uncle Harvey, Aunt Nell, Ralph and Aida, Marion and Theodore, Uncle Bobby , some of the Dingwells I didn't know and the friends. The immediate family was out in the kitchen and the rest in the parlor and dining room. I broke down again and Marion took me upstairs. The minister was lovely and I cried all through the service. After it was over we looked at grandma again and went out into the cars. Seven cars and a flower car and hearse. Everyone cried at the service. If there had been no tears before, there were now. I cried all the way to the cemetery. Eleanor, Connie and I rode in Papa's car, Mama was riding with all the sisters in the private car. At the cemetery we all got out and gathered around the casket. It was opened and we all saw grandma again and some of us kissed her goodbye. She was so cold and quiet. Then she was lowered to her grave. Even the men cried. Uncle George and poor Harvey cried. Then she was gone. Gone out of our lives never to see her again.
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