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Theodore Beeson

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Theodore Beeson

Birth
Fayette County, Indiana, USA
Death
13 May 1910 (aged 65)
Indiana, USA
Burial
Bentonville, Fayette County, Indiana, USA Add to Map
Plot
Sec 133
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Cambridge City Tribune
May 19, 1910
Page 9

The funeral of Theo. Beeson, Sunday afternoon at the Christian church at Bentonville, was attended by a vast assemblage of people, not only from that vicinity, but from this city, Connersville, Milton, Lewisville, Dublin, and other places.
Rev. Burkhardt, of Connersville, spoke briefly but in a most entrancing and earnest way. The choir rendered excellent music. A duet by Mr. and Mrs. Freeman being of special interest. The burial was beside his kindred in the adjoining cemetery. The following obituary, prepared by Mr. Nettie Crawford Freeman, was read during the services:

Once more we are called upon to pay the last tribute of respect to a friend and neighbor. The great tide of life is forever ebbing and flowing and as it ebbed, the spirit of Theodore Beeson took its flight on the bright wing of morning and sailed into the realm of eternity.

Theodore Beegon, son of Sarah Ann and Temple Beeson, was born on a farm one mile east of Bentonville, March 17, 1845 and departed this life on the morning of May 13, 1910, aged 65 years, 1 month, 26 days.

When but a lad the family moved to a farm 2 1/2 miles west of Bentonville, and there, surrounded by all the loving influences of home he grew to a strong and sturdy manhood.
His strong right arm helped to clear the land which is now the pride of the Beeson family, and if not actually a pioneer, he was the son of one of Indiana's early pioneers.

He was married to Malinda Harvey on February 18, 1874. The young couple began their wedded life on a farm in Rush county, Indiana. Here, on May 9, 1875, a baby boy, Harvey Temple Beeson, came to bless their union. The little family lived here for seven years, then moved to a farm on the outskirts of Bentonville, and in this home the family continued to live until the death angel came to pilot them to a land that is fairer than day. Within the short space of five years the son, mother and father have been called to their reward.
The son's death occured in December, 1905, and the grief of losing their only child hastened the mother and father to the grave. In November, 1908, his wife who had been such a loving and devoted helpmate, was taken from him and since that time his decline has been rapid. No one can ever know how, in his sickness he missed the loving ministrations of the wife who had been taken from him.
His three brothers, Charles, Willard and Edward have ever been untiring in their care of the brother, thus left so lonely. For more than a year he bas been a sufferer with disease that slowly weakened the physical body until the spirit, weary with the conflict, left its tenement of clay and sought refuge in a "house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens." Theodore Beeson was honored and respected by all his friends and neighbors and we can truly say a good man has departed whose famlliar face will be sorely missed from its accustomed place. While we mourn we should also rejoice that his earthly sufferings are over and that he has heard the call and paid the debt that all of the human race must pay sooner or later.

Out of a family of seven children his death leaves but three brothers, who will long mourn for the brother just taken from them. He was honest and just in all his business relations, an affectionate father, a faithful husband and a kind and helpful brother.
His memory will long be cherished by the three surviving brothers, the many relatives and friends.

All that faithful friends, relatives and money could do was done to restore his health, but all in vain, and on Friday morning the spirit of Theodore Beeson took it flight into that bourne whence no traveler returns, there to join the wife and son who have gone before.

"Not now, but in the coming years.
It may be in the better land.
We'll read the meaning of our tears;
And there sometime we'll understand
God knoweth best ! When shadows fall
And life's great mysteries come to us,
"Tis joy to think He hears our call
Though what we long for may not be,
No other thought can give such rest
As this.
My Father knoweth best."
Cambridge City Tribune
May 19, 1910
Page 9

The funeral of Theo. Beeson, Sunday afternoon at the Christian church at Bentonville, was attended by a vast assemblage of people, not only from that vicinity, but from this city, Connersville, Milton, Lewisville, Dublin, and other places.
Rev. Burkhardt, of Connersville, spoke briefly but in a most entrancing and earnest way. The choir rendered excellent music. A duet by Mr. and Mrs. Freeman being of special interest. The burial was beside his kindred in the adjoining cemetery. The following obituary, prepared by Mr. Nettie Crawford Freeman, was read during the services:

Once more we are called upon to pay the last tribute of respect to a friend and neighbor. The great tide of life is forever ebbing and flowing and as it ebbed, the spirit of Theodore Beeson took its flight on the bright wing of morning and sailed into the realm of eternity.

Theodore Beegon, son of Sarah Ann and Temple Beeson, was born on a farm one mile east of Bentonville, March 17, 1845 and departed this life on the morning of May 13, 1910, aged 65 years, 1 month, 26 days.

When but a lad the family moved to a farm 2 1/2 miles west of Bentonville, and there, surrounded by all the loving influences of home he grew to a strong and sturdy manhood.
His strong right arm helped to clear the land which is now the pride of the Beeson family, and if not actually a pioneer, he was the son of one of Indiana's early pioneers.

He was married to Malinda Harvey on February 18, 1874. The young couple began their wedded life on a farm in Rush county, Indiana. Here, on May 9, 1875, a baby boy, Harvey Temple Beeson, came to bless their union. The little family lived here for seven years, then moved to a farm on the outskirts of Bentonville, and in this home the family continued to live until the death angel came to pilot them to a land that is fairer than day. Within the short space of five years the son, mother and father have been called to their reward.
The son's death occured in December, 1905, and the grief of losing their only child hastened the mother and father to the grave. In November, 1908, his wife who had been such a loving and devoted helpmate, was taken from him and since that time his decline has been rapid. No one can ever know how, in his sickness he missed the loving ministrations of the wife who had been taken from him.
His three brothers, Charles, Willard and Edward have ever been untiring in their care of the brother, thus left so lonely. For more than a year he bas been a sufferer with disease that slowly weakened the physical body until the spirit, weary with the conflict, left its tenement of clay and sought refuge in a "house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens." Theodore Beeson was honored and respected by all his friends and neighbors and we can truly say a good man has departed whose famlliar face will be sorely missed from its accustomed place. While we mourn we should also rejoice that his earthly sufferings are over and that he has heard the call and paid the debt that all of the human race must pay sooner or later.

Out of a family of seven children his death leaves but three brothers, who will long mourn for the brother just taken from them. He was honest and just in all his business relations, an affectionate father, a faithful husband and a kind and helpful brother.
His memory will long be cherished by the three surviving brothers, the many relatives and friends.

All that faithful friends, relatives and money could do was done to restore his health, but all in vain, and on Friday morning the spirit of Theodore Beeson took it flight into that bourne whence no traveler returns, there to join the wife and son who have gone before.

"Not now, but in the coming years.
It may be in the better land.
We'll read the meaning of our tears;
And there sometime we'll understand
God knoweth best ! When shadows fall
And life's great mysteries come to us,
"Tis joy to think He hears our call
Though what we long for may not be,
No other thought can give such rest
As this.
My Father knoweth best."


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