WILSON, Oscar
Source: Monon News Friday March 12, 1915 p 1
After many weary months of suffering patiently endured, Oscar Wilson answered the death call at the family home southeast of town Friday morning. He was the youngest of the family and a favorite with all who knew him. To add to the gloom and sorrow of the grief stricken family,. The father, who has been in poor health for sometime was overcome by the shock and his condition was alarming until medical treatment afforded him relief. Sadness on account of the boys death was not confined to near relatives whose heart was deeply touched by the occurrence, and their sympathy was shown by words and deeds of kindness in behalf of the bereaved. Oscar Marshal Wilson, youngest son of George and Eliza Wilson was born Nov 6, 1898 in Putnam County near Greencastle, Ind and departed this life March 5, 1915 aged 16 years, 3 months 29 days. He was taken sick early in November but has been a patient sufferer all through his sickness, always hopeful that he would get well. He leaves to mourn his loss, a loving father and mother and three brothers, Dakota C; Ruel E; and General H and one sister, Mrs. Etta Widner, another sister having preceded him in death and a host of relatives and friends. He was always a loving and obedient son and his untimely death leaves a vacancy in this home which can never be filled. The family desire to thank the many friends and neighbors for the kindness bestowed upon them in t his sad hour. Oscar, our dear boy has left us, Whom we loved and cherished dear, Can we help but feel so lonely Since dear Oscar is not here? A bitter grief, a shock severe, to part with one we loved so dear. Our loss is great we will not complain, but hope in heaven to meet again. Calmly sleep, dear Oscar, Thy loving smile we miss, Thy soul is with the Angels, in the choir of heavenly bliss. No more thy loving face, Will light the gloom of home, Yet in memory we see, While in sorrow we’re alone. Gone over the river so dark and cold, Through the pearly gates to the City of God. Gone from the shadowy paths he trod, To his heavenly home in the City of God. – kbz