A tribute to Margaret Ann Smith York, given by Estella Peterson, at her funeral services 10 October 1958:
I stand here today to keep a promise I made to Sister York 30 years ago, that I would pay tribute to her on this occasion. Many times, we have met since then and she has reminded me of that promise.
I first became acquainted with Margaret when her son Louis was a student a student of mine in the second grade. I admired her very much for the care she gave him. He was so neat and clean and in those days when there was no double knees in the overalls and mothers had to put new knees in, I don't believe anyone could mend as beautifully as she. Homemaking was an art with her, with its mending, cooking, ironing, and cleaning. Her home was always clean and cozy and I always enjoyed my visits with her.
Later we moved into her neighborhood and as she walked to church or to the store, she often stopped to chat with me and it was then I learned to know her well and we became close friends.
She was a daughter of the first pioneers here and knew the struggles and hardships of those first years when the soil had to be broken and planted and a living taken from it. Years of want and struggle that gave her strength to understand and appreciate the truly worthwhile things of life. From these early struggles, she emerged with a faith, courage, and conviction that caused her to carry on in order to make the future bright for her children and grandchildren.
Sister Margaret was a woman of faith and in my conversations with her I learned that she had a true knowledge of the gospel, and believed it. What lies before us yet in life we know not, yet so long as we have the gospel light shining along our path, though that path be set with suffering and danger and strewn with ruins and desolation, yet will we lift our eyes to the light and journey on to the end. She loved the Lord and showed her love by the way she cared for and reared her wonderful family of six daughters and three sons. Of her life I would like to say:
Your mother is gently sleeping
In a rest she has noble won
With faith and good works she was ready
To hearken her call to come.
She has given her full share of serving
Of praying and hoping too
She is thru' now with doing and giving
And leaves tender memories to comfort you
I stand here today to keep a promise I made to Sister York 30 years ago, that I would pay tribute to her on this occasion. Many times, we have met since then and she has reminded me of that promise.
I first became acquainted with Margaret when her son Louis was a student a student of mine in the second grade. I admired her very much for the care she gave him. He was so neat and clean and in those days when there was no double knees in the overalls and mothers had to put new knees in, I don't believe anyone could mend as beautifully as she. Homemaking was an art with her, with its mending, cooking, ironing, and cleaning. Her home was always clean and cozy and I always enjoyed my visits with her.
Later we moved into her neighborhood and as she walked to church or to the store, she often stopped to chat with me and it was then I learned to know her well and we became close friends.
She was a daughter of the first pioneers here and knew the struggles and hardships of those first years when the soil had to be broken and planted and a living taken from it. Years of want and struggle that gave her strength to understand and appreciate the truly worthwhile things of life. From these early struggles, she emerged with a faith, courage, and conviction that caused her to carry on in order to make the future bright for her children and grandchildren.
Sister Margaret was a woman of faith and in my conversations with her I learned that she had a true knowledge of the gospel, and believed it. What lies before us yet in life we know not, yet so long as we have the gospel light shining along our path, though that path be set with suffering and danger and strewn with ruins and desolation, yet will we lift our eyes to the light and journey on to the end. She loved the Lord and showed her love by the way she cared for and reared her wonderful family of six daughters and three sons. Of her life I would like to say:
Your mother is gently sleeping
In a rest she has noble won
With faith and good works she was ready
To hearken her call to come.
She has given her full share of serving
Of praying and hoping too
She is thru' now with doing and giving
And leaves tender memories to comfort you
A tribute to Margaret Ann Smith York, given by Estella Peterson, at her funeral services 10 October 1958:
I stand here today to keep a promise I made to Sister York 30 years ago, that I would pay tribute to her on this occasion. Many times, we have met since then and she has reminded me of that promise.
I first became acquainted with Margaret when her son Louis was a student a student of mine in the second grade. I admired her very much for the care she gave him. He was so neat and clean and in those days when there was no double knees in the overalls and mothers had to put new knees in, I don't believe anyone could mend as beautifully as she. Homemaking was an art with her, with its mending, cooking, ironing, and cleaning. Her home was always clean and cozy and I always enjoyed my visits with her.
Later we moved into her neighborhood and as she walked to church or to the store, she often stopped to chat with me and it was then I learned to know her well and we became close friends.
She was a daughter of the first pioneers here and knew the struggles and hardships of those first years when the soil had to be broken and planted and a living taken from it. Years of want and struggle that gave her strength to understand and appreciate the truly worthwhile things of life. From these early struggles, she emerged with a faith, courage, and conviction that caused her to carry on in order to make the future bright for her children and grandchildren.
Sister Margaret was a woman of faith and in my conversations with her I learned that she had a true knowledge of the gospel, and believed it. What lies before us yet in life we know not, yet so long as we have the gospel light shining along our path, though that path be set with suffering and danger and strewn with ruins and desolation, yet will we lift our eyes to the light and journey on to the end. She loved the Lord and showed her love by the way she cared for and reared her wonderful family of six daughters and three sons. Of her life I would like to say:
Your mother is gently sleeping
In a rest she has noble won
With faith and good works she was ready
To hearken her call to come.
She has given her full share of serving
Of praying and hoping too
She is thru' now with doing and giving
And leaves tender memories to comfort you
I stand here today to keep a promise I made to Sister York 30 years ago, that I would pay tribute to her on this occasion. Many times, we have met since then and she has reminded me of that promise.
I first became acquainted with Margaret when her son Louis was a student a student of mine in the second grade. I admired her very much for the care she gave him. He was so neat and clean and in those days when there was no double knees in the overalls and mothers had to put new knees in, I don't believe anyone could mend as beautifully as she. Homemaking was an art with her, with its mending, cooking, ironing, and cleaning. Her home was always clean and cozy and I always enjoyed my visits with her.
Later we moved into her neighborhood and as she walked to church or to the store, she often stopped to chat with me and it was then I learned to know her well and we became close friends.
She was a daughter of the first pioneers here and knew the struggles and hardships of those first years when the soil had to be broken and planted and a living taken from it. Years of want and struggle that gave her strength to understand and appreciate the truly worthwhile things of life. From these early struggles, she emerged with a faith, courage, and conviction that caused her to carry on in order to make the future bright for her children and grandchildren.
Sister Margaret was a woman of faith and in my conversations with her I learned that she had a true knowledge of the gospel, and believed it. What lies before us yet in life we know not, yet so long as we have the gospel light shining along our path, though that path be set with suffering and danger and strewn with ruins and desolation, yet will we lift our eyes to the light and journey on to the end. She loved the Lord and showed her love by the way she cared for and reared her wonderful family of six daughters and three sons. Of her life I would like to say:
Your mother is gently sleeping
In a rest she has noble won
With faith and good works she was ready
To hearken her call to come.
She has given her full share of serving
Of praying and hoping too
She is thru' now with doing and giving
And leaves tender memories to comfort you
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