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- December 24, 1902 ~ Myrtle L. Morrison, age 25 years, Married, Housekeeper, born in New York, Daughter of Joseph A. Clark born in New York, and Abbie M. Cronk born in New York, Died in Pulaski of atrophy of the liver.
Newspaper Obituary - Wednesday, December 31, 1902 Pulaski Democrat - Pulaski, New York - Local Notes - Mrs. Myrtle Morrison, wife of Jacob Morrison, died at her home on Rome Street, Wednesday afternoon illness of several weeks. Besides her husband she leaves her mother, Mrs. J. A. Clark and a sister, Mrs. Herbert Morrison.
Newspaper Obituary - Wednesday, January 7, 1903 Pulaski Democrat - Pulaski, New York - After an illness of several weeks, Myrtle Clark, wife of J. S. Morrison, died at her home in Rome street, December 24, 1902. The funeral services were conducted at the house, December 27, 1902, at ten o'clock and at the M. E. church at eleven o'clock by Rev. S. O. Barnes, assisted by Rev. C. H. Guile, of Saquoit, her former pastor. The deceased was born in Albion. February 28, 1878 and resided there until eleven years of age, when her parents moved to Pulaski, where she has since lived. She united with the M. E. church of Pulaski at the age of thirteen, of which she has been a faithful member. She was a great sufferer and during her illness displayed her faith in her Heavenly Father. The last night she lived, when death was so near, she sang in a clear voice, "Jesus Lover of My Soul" and a little later, "Light After Darkness." When the end came she fell asleep to wake no more in this world, but in a brighter, better home where no goodbyes are spoken and where all is joy and peace. She leaves to mourn her loss a husband, Mr. J. S. Morrison, a mother, Mrs. J. A. Clark and sister, Mrs. Herbert Morrison.
Newspaper Obituary - Wednesday, January 21, 1903 Pulaski Democrat - Pulaski, New York - Mrs. J. M. Morrison - In the death of Mrs. Myrtle Clark, wife of J. M. Morrison, we have lost a faithful and venue fellow worker, who since early youth has given liberally and cordially of her time, her means and her thought for the furtherance of the work for humanity that binds us together as an organization. Nothing that was within her power was too hard or too much trouble. In all her relations in life as well as in her accommodation with us she has shown the same painstaking fidelity and devotion to a high ideal of right and duty. We extend to those bound to her by still closer ties, her young husband in his sore bereavement, her lately widowed mother and her dearly loved sister, our tender sympathy in this crushing sorrow. May we all realize more and more clearly that death cannot touch the real self, but only its earthly house. For the friends whose absence we mourn with such weary, unavailing tears, there is a temple of God, a house not made with hands eternal in the Heavens. They are treasures not lost, but only laid up for us for a little while beyond the reach of harm, of pain, of want or sorrow. The memory of her good, true, useful life, her brave endurance of suffering and her cheerful patience through all her long and trying illness, movie a help and an inspiration to all who knew her, and so being dead she yet speaketh. Mary E. French, Alta M. Austin, Com. Sons of Temperance.
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