Obit-Gonzalez Inquirer Aug. 26, 1903
Mr. Claude green a young man about 18 years of age died last night at the house of his father Mr. W.P. Green of Harwood. The young man only recently returned home from Beaumont where he had been working and his death was due to illness contracted while in this section. The remains will be brought back to Gonzales afternoon for interment in the Masonic cemetery beside that if his mother. Deceased was an exceptionally bright and promising young man and was highly esteemed by all who knew him. The funeral will take place at 11 o'clock tomorrow morning.
Obit-Gonzales Inquirer Aug. 27, 1903
The remains of Mr. Claude Green, who died yesterday morning at his fathers home near Harwood, were interred this morning in the Masonic cemetery at this place at 10 o'clock. The funeral services were conducted by Rev. Thomas Gregory. The Inquirer has heard many expressions as to the sterling worth of the young man from those who knew him.
Gonzales Inquirer Sep. 28, 1903
In Memory of Claude Green
One day a bright and shining angel
came,
And threw her shadow o'er
The smiling face of our darling
Claude,
Who seemed waiting at Heaven's door.
"I've come for you my darling
"To bear your spirit away
"To dwell with me, in the mansions
of light,
In the realms of eternal day."
And though your hearts were break
ing,
As you folded him to your heart
And saw life's tide slowly ebbing,
And knew that you must part
With sweet angelic whispers,
And a smile, in his precious eyes.
"I'm coming, Mamma," he whis
pered.
And she bore his spirit to the skies.
And now, he is sweetly resting
His head on her sainted brest.
Around him a hale of glory,
In the mansions of the blest.
Dear ones, I know you will miss
him.
But the casket is only 'neath the sod,
While the soul is a precious jewel, That adorns the throne of God.
There-Earth's vanities cannot tar
nish
It's bright and brilliant line
Or sorrow dim the luster
Of his spirit sweet and pure.
We must bow in meek submission
To the will of our infinite, God.
And know, that each of His children
Must feel the weight of the rod.
He is waiting at Heaven's portal,
He is smiling on each of you.
May the sweetest peace and comfort
Be given your hearts, warm and true.
A Friend
Mr. Claude green a young man about 18 years of age died last night at the house of his father Mr. W.P. Green of Harwood. The young man only recently returned home from Beaumont where he had been working and his death was due to illness contracted while in this section. The remains will be brought back to Gonzales afternoon for interment in the Masonic cemetery beside that if his mother. Deceased was an exceptionally bright and promising young man and was highly esteemed by all who knew him. The funeral will take place at 11 o'clock tomorrow morning.
Obit-Gonzales Inquirer Aug. 27, 1903
The remains of Mr. Claude Green, who died yesterday morning at his fathers home near Harwood, were interred this morning in the Masonic cemetery at this place at 10 o'clock. The funeral services were conducted by Rev. Thomas Gregory. The Inquirer has heard many expressions as to the sterling worth of the young man from those who knew him.
Gonzales Inquirer Sep. 28, 1903
In Memory of Claude Green
One day a bright and shining angel
came,
And threw her shadow o'er
The smiling face of our darling
Claude,
Who seemed waiting at Heaven's door.
"I've come for you my darling
"To bear your spirit away
"To dwell with me, in the mansions
of light,
In the realms of eternal day."
And though your hearts were break
ing,
As you folded him to your heart
And saw life's tide slowly ebbing,
And knew that you must part
With sweet angelic whispers,
And a smile, in his precious eyes.
"I'm coming, Mamma," he whis
pered.
And she bore his spirit to the skies.
And now, he is sweetly resting
His head on her sainted brest.
Around him a hale of glory,
In the mansions of the blest.
Dear ones, I know you will miss
him.
But the casket is only 'neath the sod,
While the soul is a precious jewel, That adorns the throne of God.
There-Earth's vanities cannot tar
nish
It's bright and brilliant line
Or sorrow dim the luster
Of his spirit sweet and pure.
We must bow in meek submission
To the will of our infinite, God.
And know, that each of His children
Must feel the weight of the rod.
He is waiting at Heaven's portal,
He is smiling on each of you.
May the sweetest peace and comfort
Be given your hearts, warm and true.
A Friend
Obit-Gonzalez Inquirer Aug. 26, 1903
Mr. Claude green a young man about 18 years of age died last night at the house of his father Mr. W.P. Green of Harwood. The young man only recently returned home from Beaumont where he had been working and his death was due to illness contracted while in this section. The remains will be brought back to Gonzales afternoon for interment in the Masonic cemetery beside that if his mother. Deceased was an exceptionally bright and promising young man and was highly esteemed by all who knew him. The funeral will take place at 11 o'clock tomorrow morning.
Obit-Gonzales Inquirer Aug. 27, 1903
The remains of Mr. Claude Green, who died yesterday morning at his fathers home near Harwood, were interred this morning in the Masonic cemetery at this place at 10 o'clock. The funeral services were conducted by Rev. Thomas Gregory. The Inquirer has heard many expressions as to the sterling worth of the young man from those who knew him.
Gonzales Inquirer Sep. 28, 1903
In Memory of Claude Green
One day a bright and shining angel
came,
And threw her shadow o'er
The smiling face of our darling
Claude,
Who seemed waiting at Heaven's door.
"I've come for you my darling
"To bear your spirit away
"To dwell with me, in the mansions
of light,
In the realms of eternal day."
And though your hearts were break
ing,
As you folded him to your heart
And saw life's tide slowly ebbing,
And knew that you must part
With sweet angelic whispers,
And a smile, in his precious eyes.
"I'm coming, Mamma," he whis
pered.
And she bore his spirit to the skies.
And now, he is sweetly resting
His head on her sainted brest.
Around him a hale of glory,
In the mansions of the blest.
Dear ones, I know you will miss
him.
But the casket is only 'neath the sod,
While the soul is a precious jewel, That adorns the throne of God.
There-Earth's vanities cannot tar
nish
It's bright and brilliant line
Or sorrow dim the luster
Of his spirit sweet and pure.
We must bow in meek submission
To the will of our infinite, God.
And know, that each of His children
Must feel the weight of the rod.
He is waiting at Heaven's portal,
He is smiling on each of you.
May the sweetest peace and comfort
Be given your hearts, warm and true.
A Friend
Mr. Claude green a young man about 18 years of age died last night at the house of his father Mr. W.P. Green of Harwood. The young man only recently returned home from Beaumont where he had been working and his death was due to illness contracted while in this section. The remains will be brought back to Gonzales afternoon for interment in the Masonic cemetery beside that if his mother. Deceased was an exceptionally bright and promising young man and was highly esteemed by all who knew him. The funeral will take place at 11 o'clock tomorrow morning.
Obit-Gonzales Inquirer Aug. 27, 1903
The remains of Mr. Claude Green, who died yesterday morning at his fathers home near Harwood, were interred this morning in the Masonic cemetery at this place at 10 o'clock. The funeral services were conducted by Rev. Thomas Gregory. The Inquirer has heard many expressions as to the sterling worth of the young man from those who knew him.
Gonzales Inquirer Sep. 28, 1903
In Memory of Claude Green
One day a bright and shining angel
came,
And threw her shadow o'er
The smiling face of our darling
Claude,
Who seemed waiting at Heaven's door.
"I've come for you my darling
"To bear your spirit away
"To dwell with me, in the mansions
of light,
In the realms of eternal day."
And though your hearts were break
ing,
As you folded him to your heart
And saw life's tide slowly ebbing,
And knew that you must part
With sweet angelic whispers,
And a smile, in his precious eyes.
"I'm coming, Mamma," he whis
pered.
And she bore his spirit to the skies.
And now, he is sweetly resting
His head on her sainted brest.
Around him a hale of glory,
In the mansions of the blest.
Dear ones, I know you will miss
him.
But the casket is only 'neath the sod,
While the soul is a precious jewel, That adorns the throne of God.
There-Earth's vanities cannot tar
nish
It's bright and brilliant line
Or sorrow dim the luster
Of his spirit sweet and pure.
We must bow in meek submission
To the will of our infinite, God.
And know, that each of His children
Must feel the weight of the rod.
He is waiting at Heaven's portal,
He is smiling on each of you.
May the sweetest peace and comfort
Be given your hearts, warm and true.
A Friend
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laude S Green
Son of W.P. & M.B. Green
Born Jan. 16, 1885
Died Aug. 26, 1904
A young life ended in rosey sunset
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