SMITH, Sarah Jane Hershberger
Source: The obituary is from a collection of newspaper (paper names not recorded) obituaries saved, by Fauniel Hershberger, during the 1950's, 60's, 70's and 80's. She was a life long resident of Fountain County Indiana. The collection is now housed at Crawfordsville District Public Library.
Sara Jane Smith, daughter of Adam and Harriett Myers Hershberger, was born April 11, 1875, east of Harveysburg. She departed this life April 21, 1959, at St. Anthony‘s Hospital in Terre Haute, at the age of 84 years and 10 days. Early in her life she was united with the United Brethren Church at Harveysburg, it later being removed to Kingman where she remained a member until her death. She was also a member of the Royal Neighbors of America. She was married to John W. Smith of Yeddo in February 1904. To this union was born a daughter, Ruby. She was preceded in death by her husband, John Smith in 1933, a brother John Hershberger, a sister, Ora Mae Barker, a half sister, Mrs. Lizzie Hamm, a half brother, William Hershberger, four stepdaughters, Daisy Newnum, Goldie Newnum, Hazel Kelley and Lela Hamm and one stepson, Harley. She leaves to mourn her loss a daughter, Mrs. William Grady of Covington, a nephew, Morgan Barker of Willow Hill, Illinois, whom she reared from infancy, a grandson Air Force Capt. Robert E. Grady, Lake Charles, Louisiana, seventeen stepgrand children, many nieces and nephews and cousins as well as many loving neighbors and friends. She will best be remembered for her long life of devotion and service to others, and we like to think of her entering the beyond as expressed in the words of the following poem found among her keepsakes:
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep,
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark.
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
(Crossing The Bar, by Tennyson)
--typed by Walt W