Hall - Nellie
Source: Crawfordsville Weekly Journal,12 October 1894 Died at her home near Yountsville, Nellie, the 4-year-old daughter of Geo. and Dell hall. Funeral Sunday afternoon at 2 o'clock. The services were conducted by Rev. S.B. Grimes.
Yountsville Items -- Nellie, the 4-year-old daughter of George W. Hall and wife, was laid to rest in Oak Hill cemetery on Sunday. The services were conducted by Rev. Grimes, assisted by Rev. Brown. H.R. Yount and wife. Walter Yount and Mrs. Mary Lebo sang. Mr. and Mrs. Hall have the sympathy of all in their bereavement . Crawfordsville Weekly Journal,Crawfordsville, 19 October 1894 In Memory of Nellie Hall At the funeral services which were largely attended, October 7, 1894, the following remarks were made by Rev. Grimes, "Dear Friends - It is with feelings of peculiar sadness, even helpless and yet with very great willingness. I render this service. I have rarely been called upon for such a service in connection with one who had come so close to my heart. Nellie, darling little daughter of George and Della Hall, was born Dec. 14, 1890, and died Oct. 5, 1894, at the end of six days of great suffering." - transcribed by Kim H Note: Article is 2 column's long - transcribed by Kim H
Source: Crawfordsville Daily Journal Saturday 6 October 1894
Died at her home near Yountsville, Nellie, the 4 year old daughter of Ger. F. and Dell Hall. Funeral tomorrow afternoon at 2 o’clock. The services will be conducted by Rev. S. B. Grimes. -s
Source: Crawfordsville Daily Journal Monday, 15 October 1894
At the funeral services, which were largely attended Oct. 7, 1894, the following remarks were made by Rev. S. B. Grimes:
Dear Friends:--It is with feelings of peculiar sadness, even helpless, and yet with very great willingness, I render this service. I have rarely been called upon for such service in connection with one who had come so close to my own heart.
Nellie, darling little daughter of George and Della Hall, was born Dec. 14, 1899, and died Oct. 5, 1894, at the end of six days of great suffering.“Baby Nellie,” as she used to call herself, or little “Tot,” as called by her parents and those intimate with the family, was a bright and loving little child. It was impossible, I think, for anyone to know her without at once, being captivated by her beauty, her sweetness of disposition and lovely manners. She was, indeed, a little jewel of the rarest kind. During her four brief summers she was a constant joy to the household; the bright smiles of babyhood, the innocent prattle of her childish tongue, and patter of her little feet, all her cunning words and ways, what a source of comfort to the fond parents, and what a consolation these in memory will be to your grieved and stricken hearts. No other can tell your love or measure your loss. Your neighbors and relatives gather today to sympathize with you in your sorrow. They have loved and seen your love for the darling little one.
All parents love their children, but we have rarely, if ever, seen affection so strong as existed for this bright little dear. Like a tender vine she had twined herself closely about your hearts. In the morning she gave you a bright greeting. She lent her little hands, so young and tender, to assist you. When mamma was sick she would trot off with her little bucket down to the spring to get a cold drink of water for her; would tell her how she would relive them of work when she got to be a big girl; and though so young, only a week ago yesterday she helped wash up the breakfast dishes. Her papa will remember how fond she was to go in the buggy with him, and wrapped up his life in hers. She would run down to the barn to meet him if he had been away, and trot along behind him back to the house; and how often at these times she would say, “Papa, don’t you hear the pat-pat-pat of Nellie’s little feet coming on behind you?” and “Never mind, when I get big papa can sit and pat his foot and read the papers and I will milk the cows for him.” At night she would say her little prayers, always remembering papa and Mamma and brother Ray, and little sister baby Hazel. Grandmamma and all her aunts and uncles and cousins and all the members of the household, mentioning all by name and asking God to take care of everyone.
Young as she was, how she loved music and flowers, and everybody and everything.
I and mine feel with you the loss today, for we, too, loved Nellie. Her beautiful little picture is one among the most prized of the many we gather from place to place and from whom we have had to part.
I well remember last winter after she had been with papa and mamma to the parsonage and promised us her picture, she brought it to church the night Bro. Hargrave preached. As soon as I got up to speak at the close of the sermon, she slid off her mamma’s lap and wanted to bring me the picture at once. She came up and waited by me at the altar rail until the service closed, blessed little one. Who could help loving her? And when I came to call, how glad she was to see me. At one time she looked in from another room but could not be persuaded to come in until mamma had put a clean dress on her and combed her hair; and when she came in she didn’t call attention to the clean dress as other little folks so often do, and appeared not to want me to notice the change. So womanly and intelligent beyond her years! I think I voice not my own feelings only but that of everyone who knew her, when I say to know her was to love her fondly. But you, dear parents, how great was your love and how greatly you shall miss her in the days to come.