Hutchinson - Ida
Source: Crawfordsville Review 6 June 1896 p 8
Died – Miss Ida Hutchinson, near Waynetown departed this life June 3, 1896. The remains were interred at Oak Hill Cemetery June 5th.
Source: Crawfordsville Weekly Journal Friday, 12 June 1896
Again God in his infinite power has seen fit to call away from our midst another beloved sister, Miss Ida M. Hutchinson, born January 16, 1878, and departed this life at 4 o’clock on June 3, 1896, aged eighteen years, four months and seventeen days.
The funeral services were conducted at the home of the deceased by Rev. Smith and the remains were laid to rest in the Oakland Cemetery.
She has been afflicted with hasty consumption for over eleven weeks. Although her sufferings were great, she bore them with patience and without a murmur. When she realized her life would soon close she called her mother to her bed and said, “Mamma, I’ve going to leave you. I want Brother Smith to preach my funeral. Do not grieve after me mamma, I’m going. Good bye.” Saying these few words her life then sped to its home in Heaven where no sorrow ever comes. When her friends gathered around the coffin to take a last look of all that remained of the poor girl, they could not realize that she had lived and suffered death, but looked as one fresh from the hands of God waiting for the breath of life. It is hard to think that one just in the bloom of youth should be forced so early to lie down by the roadside to rest before half her journey on earth was completed. At school, dear girl, your playmates will sadly miss you. She was a kind and loving daughter and had a good word for everyone and as her playmates gaze at the vacant seat they realize that one is absent, but they will not forget her, and in years to come, her name will be cherished among her playmates. It will teach us the awful lesson that death is sure and life is uncertain. We will all endeavor to so live that we shall meet her in the great beyond.
She leaves a father and mother and four brothers and a host of relatives and friends to mourn her loss. Mourn not for we know that thou art gone to dwell with our dear Lord and what is your loss is her gain. May she rest in peace and may her pure white soul forever dwell with the good angel who took her by the hand and wandered away in the bowers of eternal summer.