TEAGUE, Fannie Ephlin
Source: (Parke GenWeb project) Rockville
Republican May 27, 1914, pg. 3. (Submitted by Anita Ellis)
“Fannie Catherine, eldest daughter of Alexander and Polly EPHLIN, was born in Sugar Creek township, Parke county, Ind., May 22, 1848 and died at her home near Marshall, Ind., May 18, 1914, age 65 years, 11 months and 26 days. During Wm. Smith’s great revival meeting at Linebarger’s chapel in 1867, she was converted and joined the church but after the Baptist church was built at Marshall she with her husband moved their membership to that place to which church she was very much devoted and was always found in her place unless prevented by some unavoidable circumstance. On August 25, 1875, she was united in holy bonds of matrimony, to E. R. TEAGUE. To this union were born two sons, Edgar of Rockville and Ernest of Marshall. We feel that we can truly say that there never was a more loving and indulgent wife and mother for nothing could add more to her pleasure than to be doing something for her family and perhaps they never realized the love and sacrifice that mother had made until they say her sweet life fast ebbing away and then her kindness, love and devotion was surely returned as they so tenderly watched by her bedside with such vigilance and care and could scarcely close their eyes for a little rest for fear there might be something they could do which would add to her comfort. The sons’ wives, Merza and Mina, whom she dearly loved, were no less devoted, for no daughters could have given their mother better care. She leaves to mourn her loss a loving husband, two sons and their wives and a dear little granddaughter, Catherine, her namesake, whom she almost idolized, one sister, Mrs. W. M. McIntyre of Marshall and one brother, Josiah Ephlin of near Annapolis besides a host of relatives and friends. She was a devoted wife, a loving mother and a kind neighbor. Everything was done that human hands and medical skill could do but to no avail, as much as the loving husband and the dear children, clinging to her very life seemingly, tried to keep her. The boatman with his oar Ferried to the other shore. We cannot understand God’s mysteries, But f we would push afar the gates of life And stand within and all God’s workings see, We could interpret all this doubt and strife, And for each mystery could find a key. But not today’ then be content, poor heart! God’s plans like lilies pure and white unfold, We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart, Time will reveal the calyxes of gold. And if thru patient toil we reach the land, Where tired feet with sandals loose may rest; When we shall clearly know and understand, I think that we will say, God knew the best. Funeral services were held Wednesday.” -