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Mary Ethel <I>King</I> Rosenbaum

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Mary Ethel King Rosenbaum

Birth
Stockton, Cedar County, Missouri, USA
Death
18 Nov 1921 (aged 25)
Stockton, Cedar County, Missouri, USA
Burial
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Mary Ethel King was born February 10, 1896, died at her home four miles south of Stockton, November 18, 1921, age 25 years, 9 months and 8 days.

She was married to S. H. Rosenbaum December 22, 1920. To this union was born a son, Arnold Leon, who survives the mother, and together with the young husband, father, mother, brothers, sisters, other relatives and many friends mourn the loss of her whose untimely death cast such a shadow of gloom over the entire neighborhood.

The deceased was converted at an early age, uniting with the Missionary Baptist Church at Stockton, of which body she was a member at the time of her death. She was an obedient daughter, a kind, sympathetic friend, a patient and loving wife and mother. How sad our hearts when we think of the little babe who will never know the tender comfort, the counsel of a mother, she, the nurse of infancy, the guide of our youth, the counselor of our riper years, our friend when others desert us and whose heart is a stranger to every other feeling but love for her child.

Funeral services were conducted by Eld. L. L. Tucker after which the body was laid to rest in the Gum Springs Cemetery to await the Resurrection Morn. What a consoling thought to the bereaved, that death to the Christian means the day of his glory, the beginning of his eternal, perfect bliss with Christ. The day when he shall put off the old worn out robes of flesh and put on the new and glorious robes of light.

Oh, that we may all be prepared for this awful change. When these hands of ours shall be pulseless and cold and motionless as the grave wherein they shall lie and death shall spread our couch and weave our shroud; when the winding sheet shall be our only vesture and the grave our only home; when we shall have no familiar companion and no rejoicing friend but the worm; O, may the hand of death unlock for us then the portals of eternal life, that while our bodies rest in their beds of earth, our souls may recline in the bosom of God.

Obit provided by Pat Faulkner.
Mary Ethel King was born February 10, 1896, died at her home four miles south of Stockton, November 18, 1921, age 25 years, 9 months and 8 days.

She was married to S. H. Rosenbaum December 22, 1920. To this union was born a son, Arnold Leon, who survives the mother, and together with the young husband, father, mother, brothers, sisters, other relatives and many friends mourn the loss of her whose untimely death cast such a shadow of gloom over the entire neighborhood.

The deceased was converted at an early age, uniting with the Missionary Baptist Church at Stockton, of which body she was a member at the time of her death. She was an obedient daughter, a kind, sympathetic friend, a patient and loving wife and mother. How sad our hearts when we think of the little babe who will never know the tender comfort, the counsel of a mother, she, the nurse of infancy, the guide of our youth, the counselor of our riper years, our friend when others desert us and whose heart is a stranger to every other feeling but love for her child.

Funeral services were conducted by Eld. L. L. Tucker after which the body was laid to rest in the Gum Springs Cemetery to await the Resurrection Morn. What a consoling thought to the bereaved, that death to the Christian means the day of his glory, the beginning of his eternal, perfect bliss with Christ. The day when he shall put off the old worn out robes of flesh and put on the new and glorious robes of light.

Oh, that we may all be prepared for this awful change. When these hands of ours shall be pulseless and cold and motionless as the grave wherein they shall lie and death shall spread our couch and weave our shroud; when the winding sheet shall be our only vesture and the grave our only home; when we shall have no familiar companion and no rejoicing friend but the worm; O, may the hand of death unlock for us then the portals of eternal life, that while our bodies rest in their beds of earth, our souls may recline in the bosom of God.

Obit provided by Pat Faulkner.


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