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- Ida J. Davis Olmsted - July 5, 1856 - April 6, 1915. Daughter of Loren B. and Julia A. Wright Davis. Wife of Arthur Erastus Olmstead.
Newspaper Obituary - Wednesday, April 14, 1915 Pulaski Democrat - Pulaski, New York - Mrs. Ida J. Olmstead - To look upon death from a Christian perspective it appears nothing more than the working of a beneficent law given to the human family by a merciful Creator, to bring liberty and life, when the physical part of man's nature can no longer do its appointed work. It is not the ending, but the beginning of one's real life, and the transaction brings about an exchange of the weapons of warfare, for the crown of victory. It is the passing through a vestibule, dark and cheerless, where the room is dusky and narrow, into another that is commodious, illuminated and full of splendor, containing all the elements of a perfect home. “Entered into rest,” and “at home with Christ,” are the thoughts suggested, by the departure of Mrs. Ida J. Olmstead, which occurred at her home in the village of Orwell, Tuesday afternoon, April 6, 1915. She was born in the town of Ovid, Michigan, July 5, 1856, being the daughter of Lorin and Julia Wright Davis. Her marriage to Arthur E. Olmstead occurred September 14, 1876, the ceremony being performed at the bride's home at Clinton, Michigan, after which she made Orwell her future home. Two children blessed their union, Orimel B., of Pulaski and Fred L. of Orwell, who with their father survive her. Her obsequies were held at her late home Saturday afternoon, April 10. Her pastor, Rev. T. T. Davies officiating. Interment in the family lot at Evergreen Cemetery. The floral tributes were numerous and beautiful and many a heart was touched by a sense of personal loss by her departure. Mrs. Olmstead was trusted and loved by a large circle of friends and acquaintances. She endured her long-suffering with Christian fortitude, never dwelling upon the gloom that sickness brought in its wake, but rather upon the sunshine, that would still be hers some future day. Her home life was one of harmony and peace. She was concerned in everything that concerned the best welfare of her home and village. A member of the W.R.C. and at one time its president. Her interest was deep and sincere in the G.A.R. as it was in the church of which she was a faithful member. The Missionary Society received from her constant and hearty support. And so for her, there was no sting in death, And so the grave had lost its victory. It was but crossing with bated breath, And white set fate, a little strip of sea, To find her loved ones waiting on the shore, More beautiful, more precious than before.
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