PICKEL, Marcus - Putnam

Marcus A. Pickel, was born in Carpentersville, Putnam County April 2d, 1863, the son of Alexander and Mary Pickel and died Aug 14, 1928, aged 65 years, 4 months 12 days. April 8, 1884, he was united in marriage with Rose Dawson who still survives him, together with one son, Glen Pickel and one daughter, Mrs. Marguerite Hughes and two grandsons, Merrill Reid Hughes and Marcus Pickel. Two brothers, George and John Pickel and one sister, Mrs. Lina Collins. The measure of a life, its value and its influence upon a community is often arrived at from the viewpoint of some one ideal that has influenced the man’s actions more than all others. If there was an ideal that had prestige with “Bud” as everyone far and near knew him, it was that of honesty.  His integrity was unassailable. His business relations over a period of long years brought to him a host of friends who mourn his passing.  He was fortunate in possessing a personality that made him friends, friends who stood by him to the end, friends who are here today to pay their last respects.  His keen sense of humor was an outstanding feature of his life and made the pathway of his own life bright and contributed cheer and helpfulness to those with whom he came in contact.  He was devoted to his family and gave the best he had to make their lives happy and their appreciation of this fact was shown in the tender and patient manner in which they tried to relives his suffering in his illness. He believe in his fellow man and he believed in treating his neighbors and friends with that sympathetic fellowship that he loved them to accord him.  Life after all is a mystery and none of us can see where it begins and where it ends.  We love to think that it does not end, but is a transition or progression to higher things. “Bud” lived his life here, honestly, squarely and fairly as he passed on just the same way.  He has contributed much to the community.  His industrious way, his cheerful manner and his sterling qualities have left their imprint upon the community.  He will not be forgotten.  His conception of friendship and his attitude toward anything true, is best exemplified in this poem:   “I would rather have one rose from the garden of a friend than to have the choicest flowers when my stay on earth must end.  I would rather have one pleasant word in kindness said to me than flattery when my heart is still and life has ceased to be.  I would rather have a loving smile from friends I know are true than tears shed round my casket in this world I bid adieu!” – kbz