ALEXANDER, Stephen Douglas
Source: Covington Republican Friday 19 May 1922 p1
S.D. Alexander, age 58, a well known citizen of Kingman and for many years a local businessman, died suddenly of heart trouble at his home Saturday morning about 2 o’clock. He had gone to a band concert at the opera house which he owned on Friday night and was in good health when he returned home. As he was preparing for bed he became ill. A physician was summoned but he died a few seconds afterward. Mr. Alexander was well known in Kingman, having lived there for years. He leaves to mourn him a widow, one son, Raymond Alexander of that place, and one granddaughter, Pearl Alexander. Funeral services were held at the Methodist Church Sunday afternoon. Burial was at the Frankfort cemetery at Frankfort.
Source: Grace Alward Newnum's collection of obituaries - loaned to me by my good genealogy pal, Betty Dotson
On Nov 23, 1861, in Butler Co Ohio, a little sunbeam came to brighten the home of John and Ann Alexander. The fond parents christened their little son Stephen Douglas. Early in childhood he moved with his parents to a farm near Kilmore, Indiana, where he grew to manhood. When twenty one he located in Kilmore and engaged in the mercantime business there which vocation he followed until 10 years ago when he retired. On Sept 15, 1887, he united in marriage to Anna A. Miller, and when a few years later, a little son came to bless their home his joy knew no bounds. As the child grew to manhood the father's interest in him grew, for Raymond was their only child. And as to comforts of life he was never satified until Raymond's desires were granted. It was in August 1917 when a little daughter was born in Raymond's house that Mr. Alexander's joy seemed complete. No one watched with more anxiety than did he for the time when she would be old enough to toddle by his side. And when the time came their devotion was heavely to see. No business was too urgent, no excitement too great but that Daddy Doug as the baby called him found time to wait for a kiss from Kathryn Pearl. When papa, mama or grandma were too busy to hear her childish whims, Daddy Doug always heard and headed. Thus it came one of Kathryn Pearl's most common expressions, "My Daddy Doug will." After two years at Kilmore the family moved to Kingman where they engaged in the mercantile business and so successfully served the people so many years winning for themselves hosts of friends. Mr. Alexander was a man who loved his home and since his retirement spent much of his time there with his good wife to whom he was so truly devoted. He always felt that the best was none too good and strongly approved of any move for the betterment of the town or community. Once a friend he was always a friend and every Christmas a check signed by him found its way into dozens of homes. He was a peace loving man, always careful to avoid anything that might implicate him in any disagreement. In 1912 he with his wife united with the ME Church at Kingman where he has been a devoted member since. When his aged mother became afflicted he brought her immediately to his own home where he and his wife tenderly cared for her until the Savior called. He was a fond lover of company and no one could be more highly entertained or made to feel more welcome than in the home of S.D. Alexander. Although his health had been failing for several years, he was a man who did not complain or refer to his ailment he was always patient and hopeful and remained so until the Master called when with a smile, for his loved ones he answered the summons and peacefull passed into the Great Beyond from which no traveler ever returns. He leaves to mourn for him his love and devoted wife, his son, Raymond, wife and daughter all of Kingman one sister, Mrs. Hannah Penticost, a brother, Clinton both of Frankfort, two half brother WJ of Frankfort and Alfred of Wiscons, with other relatives and a host of friends, one half sister, Nancy, also two brothers, VB and Benj having preceded him in death. And so we feel that there's a sun in the morning breeze. A sigh in the evening air. All nature seems hushed in sadness when we think of one so good, being taken from home and loved ones. We cannot understand but He who directs our lives knows best and we can only say, "it will be done!"
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