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Margaret <I>Lutz</I> Zibell

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Margaret Lutz Zibell

Birth
Jackson County, Kansas, USA
Death
14 Mar 1927 (aged 62)
Jackson County, Kansas, USA
Burial
Holton, Jackson County, Kansas, USA GPS-Latitude: 39.4602013, Longitude: -95.7577667
Plot
Section 3, Lot 6, Block 82
Memorial ID
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Obit...
Zibell
Margaret, daughter of John and Christina Lutz, was born August 28, 1864, on a farm seven miles northwest of Holton, in which neighborhood she grew to womanhood. Her entire life was lived in the vicinity of Holton.
February 22, 1887, she was united in marriage with Hermon Zibell, who survives her. Seven childeren were born to this union, two of whom, Charles and Walter, preceded the mother in death. The surviving children are, Lillie C., J. Fred, Mabel E. Dunn, Clarence H., and Percy Lee, all of Holton. Also three grandsons, three brothers and five sisters remain.
In 1890 she united with the Evangelical Church where she held her membership at the time of her decease. She was a faithful wife, a devoted mother and a good neighbor.
Two years ago she suffered a paralytic stroke from which she made a measureably good recovery, only to be taken by another a year later and a third abouth eight weeks ago. From this time, the decline was steady until the afternoon of Monday, March 14, when her spirit took its departure. Her age was 62 yeras, 6 months and 17 days.
The service conducted by Rev. G.F. Barthel, was held Wednesday afternon from the late home. Rev. Grant Hamm read the obituary and offered prayer. A mixed quartette sang two comforting selections. A large company were present to express their sympathy for the family and their regard for the deceased. Interment was made in Holton cemetery.
We love each furrow in thy face.
The silver in thy hair;
There's naught but beauty we can trace,
Ther's none that's half so fair.
The love that shone from those dear eyes,
How well we knew the sign
Of kindness, sweetnes,
All that's good,
Dear mother-mother mine.
And now those dear eyes have grown dim,
No pain clouds that dear face;
The love that you stell had for us,
Who oft' times fall from grace,
Will yet bear fruit a hundred fold,
In love, dear heart, like thine,
More precious far than virgin gold
Dear mother-mother mine.
Obit...
Zibell
Margaret, daughter of John and Christina Lutz, was born August 28, 1864, on a farm seven miles northwest of Holton, in which neighborhood she grew to womanhood. Her entire life was lived in the vicinity of Holton.
February 22, 1887, she was united in marriage with Hermon Zibell, who survives her. Seven childeren were born to this union, two of whom, Charles and Walter, preceded the mother in death. The surviving children are, Lillie C., J. Fred, Mabel E. Dunn, Clarence H., and Percy Lee, all of Holton. Also three grandsons, three brothers and five sisters remain.
In 1890 she united with the Evangelical Church where she held her membership at the time of her decease. She was a faithful wife, a devoted mother and a good neighbor.
Two years ago she suffered a paralytic stroke from which she made a measureably good recovery, only to be taken by another a year later and a third abouth eight weeks ago. From this time, the decline was steady until the afternoon of Monday, March 14, when her spirit took its departure. Her age was 62 yeras, 6 months and 17 days.
The service conducted by Rev. G.F. Barthel, was held Wednesday afternon from the late home. Rev. Grant Hamm read the obituary and offered prayer. A mixed quartette sang two comforting selections. A large company were present to express their sympathy for the family and their regard for the deceased. Interment was made in Holton cemetery.
We love each furrow in thy face.
The silver in thy hair;
There's naught but beauty we can trace,
Ther's none that's half so fair.
The love that shone from those dear eyes,
How well we knew the sign
Of kindness, sweetnes,
All that's good,
Dear mother-mother mine.
And now those dear eyes have grown dim,
No pain clouds that dear face;
The love that you stell had for us,
Who oft' times fall from grace,
Will yet bear fruit a hundred fold,
In love, dear heart, like thine,
More precious far than virgin gold
Dear mother-mother mine.


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