With a heavy heart we would drop a tear to the memory of Buford Fields, "Boots" to many of his friends and family. Last spring Boots went to New Mexico where he had the misfortune of losing a leg. At the time of his death he was in Minneapolis where he had gone to have an artificial limb made; when he took violently ill and was taken from his room to a hospital where he passed away in spite of the fact that the best medical skill was exerted to save him.
Rev. Miller, pastor of the Presbyterian Church at this place, conducted the funeral services at the Methodist Church, after which, the large number of friends and relatives were permitted to view the remains for the last time.
The Elk Lodge of Elk City, which he was a member, was well represented at the funeral and decked his grave with one of the most beautiful garland of flowers ever looked upon.
His death has brought the bitter cup of sorrow to the lips of friends and relatives. His was a heart of gold. He was one of nature's noblemen in its truest sense -- brave, generous, self-sacrificing, manly. His was the soul of honor and his friends and friendship were sacred to him. Buford Fields the subject of this simple memorial, was born in the state of Texas and spent practically all of his young life in this vicinity and, at the time of his death, was in his twenty-eighth year, having been born in 1887 in Decatur, Texas.
To the broken-hearted mother, brother and sisters, who sit in sorrow where his footsteps shall never again find echo, we extend the sympathy of one who loved him as a brother. When they have drained the cup may the peace that passeth all understand come to them from One who cares for each little sparrow that falls.
Cheyenne Star, October 22, 1914
Rev. Miller, pastor of the Presbyterian Church at this place, conducted the funeral services at the Methodist Church, after which, the large number of friends and relatives were permitted to view the remains for the last time.
The Elk Lodge of Elk City, which he was a member, was well represented at the funeral and decked his grave with one of the most beautiful garland of flowers ever looked upon.
His death has brought the bitter cup of sorrow to the lips of friends and relatives. His was a heart of gold. He was one of nature's noblemen in its truest sense -- brave, generous, self-sacrificing, manly. His was the soul of honor and his friends and friendship were sacred to him. Buford Fields the subject of this simple memorial, was born in the state of Texas and spent practically all of his young life in this vicinity and, at the time of his death, was in his twenty-eighth year, having been born in 1887 in Decatur, Texas.
To the broken-hearted mother, brother and sisters, who sit in sorrow where his footsteps shall never again find echo, we extend the sympathy of one who loved him as a brother. When they have drained the cup may the peace that passeth all understand come to them from One who cares for each little sparrow that falls.
Cheyenne Star, October 22, 1914
With a heavy heart we would drop a tear to the memory of Buford Fields, "Boots" to many of his friends and family. Last spring Boots went to New Mexico where he had the misfortune of losing a leg. At the time of his death he was in Minneapolis where he had gone to have an artificial limb made; when he took violently ill and was taken from his room to a hospital where he passed away in spite of the fact that the best medical skill was exerted to save him.
Rev. Miller, pastor of the Presbyterian Church at this place, conducted the funeral services at the Methodist Church, after which, the large number of friends and relatives were permitted to view the remains for the last time.
The Elk Lodge of Elk City, which he was a member, was well represented at the funeral and decked his grave with one of the most beautiful garland of flowers ever looked upon.
His death has brought the bitter cup of sorrow to the lips of friends and relatives. His was a heart of gold. He was one of nature's noblemen in its truest sense -- brave, generous, self-sacrificing, manly. His was the soul of honor and his friends and friendship were sacred to him. Buford Fields the subject of this simple memorial, was born in the state of Texas and spent practically all of his young life in this vicinity and, at the time of his death, was in his twenty-eighth year, having been born in 1887 in Decatur, Texas.
To the broken-hearted mother, brother and sisters, who sit in sorrow where his footsteps shall never again find echo, we extend the sympathy of one who loved him as a brother. When they have drained the cup may the peace that passeth all understand come to them from One who cares for each little sparrow that falls.
Cheyenne Star, October 22, 1914
Rev. Miller, pastor of the Presbyterian Church at this place, conducted the funeral services at the Methodist Church, after which, the large number of friends and relatives were permitted to view the remains for the last time.
The Elk Lodge of Elk City, which he was a member, was well represented at the funeral and decked his grave with one of the most beautiful garland of flowers ever looked upon.
His death has brought the bitter cup of sorrow to the lips of friends and relatives. His was a heart of gold. He was one of nature's noblemen in its truest sense -- brave, generous, self-sacrificing, manly. His was the soul of honor and his friends and friendship were sacred to him. Buford Fields the subject of this simple memorial, was born in the state of Texas and spent practically all of his young life in this vicinity and, at the time of his death, was in his twenty-eighth year, having been born in 1887 in Decatur, Texas.
To the broken-hearted mother, brother and sisters, who sit in sorrow where his footsteps shall never again find echo, we extend the sympathy of one who loved him as a brother. When they have drained the cup may the peace that passeth all understand come to them from One who cares for each little sparrow that falls.
Cheyenne Star, October 22, 1914
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