Julia Etta Bonifield was born near Zanesville, Ohio, January 4, 1847, to Arnold and Louisa Bonifield, one of a family of nine children and passed on to her reward at the home of her daughter, Mrs. Lela Brower, in Cameron, October 14, 1936, at the age of 89 years, 10 months and 10 days. She was converted in the Methodist Church at Afton, Iowa, in 1863, under the preaching of the Rev. Williams. In November 1866 she was united in marriage to John Carper Beebe. To this union were born five daughters and two sons. These were: Iona Beebe now deceased; Candy Beebe now deceased; Mrs. Josie Pierce now deceased; Mrs. Lela Brower of Cameron, John Beebe, Mrs. Daisy Thompson, and Mrs. Vernell Baker. She also had three step daughters: Mrs. Dora Booze, Mrs. Kate Risser now deceased; and Mrs. Jennie McClellan. She leaves twenty living grandchildren, twenty-three great grand children, and one great-great grandchild. Mrs. Beebe lived in Cainsville for some sixty years. In 1918 she moved to Cameron to live with her daughter Lela.

Aunt Julie, or Grandma Beebe, as she was known to all her friends, was always active in church work until her health and eye-eight failed nine years ago. She was always ready with willing heart and hands to help in any way possible. She was a member of the Women's Christian Temperance Union. When in Cainsville she served as president of the Ladies Aid Society and helped to organize the Woman's Foreign Missionary Society there, which society was named for her. Her children were all with her in her last illness. Her prayers and pleadings for her friends, her children and even the whole world will ever live in their hearts. A short time before she passed away, about two days, she sang, "Abide with Me," and "God will take Care of You," as Ailene played for her.

Friday, October 1st, she said "I remember a piece of poetry I recited sixty years ago. I think I can repeat it now. Write it down." And she recited again a piece of verse which was published in 1876 in a Princeton, Mo news paper and committed to memory by heart that time. The poem is:

The Tangled Skein
Our lives are crowded with fears,
Repeating again and again,
As our feeble hands have vainly tried
To straighten the tangled skein.
'Tis a sad voice of memory whispers
Of a robe of innocence worn,
When young hearts pure and stainless stood
At the rosy gates of morn.
Have you raised your eyes in pleading
As heavens pure smiling bloom,
And longed with unspoken languish
To begin your lives anew?
Have you made a few feeble efforts
To reach the gates of gold;
While the eyes of the world are looking
Watching you stern and cold?
The world saw only the fearful fall,
When we slipped from the narrow way;
But God sees the dark temptation
That leads our feet astray.
They may point with mocking laughter
To the waste and barren lands;
For God sees the dark temptation
That binds our helpless hands.
For His ears are never heavy
Nor His eyes are never dim;
For what the world misunderstands
Is clear as light to Him.
The sun keeps steadily shining,
Though the skies be overcast,
And patient toiling efforts
Will untangle the skein at last.

Funeral services were held Thursday morning at nine o'clock, in Cameron, conducted by Rev. M.M. Wolff. The remains were then brought to Cainsville, where another service was held at 2 p.m., Rev. Wolff being assisted in the service by Rev. Clay.