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- Mabel Maude “Maude” Nelson - March 24, 1875 - May 27, 1930. Daughter of Franklin and Catherine Crise Weimer. Wife of Albert D. Nelson.
Newspaper Obituary - Thursday, June 5, 1930 Sandy Creek News - Sandy Creek, New York - Maude Weimer Nelson - The experience of watching for wearisome months with aching hearts at the bedside of those we love as life itself is not an uncommon experience in human life. Who can forget the anguish of soul as it became more evident as the days passed by that the body was growing weaker and that the form so dear to us was being drawn by an invisible hand to somewhere beyond our ken. The luster leaves the eye, the pulse becomes feeble, the pallor that speaks of dissolution is present and we look through tearful eyes upon the form that we loved passing into a state of stillness and repose. We speak, but they answer not. We weep, but they respond not. They are yonder, and we are here, separated from each other by a chasm that is so wide and dark that we cannot span it. Whither have they gone? Are they still with us, or are they so far away that we cannot hope to “touch again the vanished he and, and hear the sound of the voice that is still.” Who in the hour of sorrow as he stood in the silent room, bending over the precious form of the departed has not asked himself whither the spirit of his dear one had gone. There is but one reasonable answer. The spirit has returned to God who gave it. “Not lost, but gone before.” Maude Weimer Nelson was born at Beach City, Ohio, on March 24, 1875. She died at Orwell, New York, May 27, 1930. Her parents were Frank and Catherine Weimer. The family group included seven children. Brothers, Lyndon and George, live at Dayton, Ohio; Leland Stanford at Beaver Dam, Wisconsin; one sister, Mrs. Edythe Fry, lives at Floral Park, Long Island and Mrs. Grace W. Rickert at Connersville, Indiana. Another sister, Mrs. Lucetta W. Hawkins died several years ago. Besides these she leaves a large relationship in Ohio and a host of friends in all places in which she has had her home. Mrs. Nelson had the opportunities of a liberal education and for eleven years she was a teacher in public schools. Her last work was in the city of Youngstown, Ohio. On August 26, 1908 she was united in marriage with Albert D. Nelson, Captain of United States Coast Guard, stationed at Fort Niagara. In 1923 Captain Nelson retired from service and they moved to Orwell, New York. She was a member of the Presbyterian church at Youngstown, New York, Eastern Star, Ransomville chapter at Ransomville, New York; Rebekah Lodge at Orwell, New York; W.C.T.U. at Orwell, New York; Home Missionary society at Orwell. She was richly happy in her home and in love and patient devotion of her husband, who survives her. In-home, in church, in school and in the community, she set a good example which family and friends are glad to recognize, to remember, to cherish and to emulate. The world is better in that she lived. During the latter years of her life, spent at Orwell, she endeared herself to a large circle of friends, who by knowing her loved her. She entered whole-heartedly into all the activities of the community, and her influence was felt on the side of things worthwhile. Her pleasing personality opened to her many doors of service and made her presence a benediction. Her gifts for leadership were evident by which she achieved noble results in the social and religious life of the people among whom she lived. Her sufferings were long and painful, but she endured as one seeing the invisible. She entered her Gethsemane, aware of the bitter cup it had to offer, yet free from resent and murmur, because she believed that there was a kind Father at the heart of things, doing all things well. Memorial service was held Thursday afternoon May 29, 1930, at Union Church, Orwell, a large number of mourning friends being present. Rev. Charles Shumway and Rev. T. T. Davies, Sandy Creek, officiating. Burial in Evergreen cemetery, Orwell. A wreath of fragrant and beautiful flowers paid their silent but eloquent tribute to the memory of the one whose life had been a blessing and whose death had been victorious. “Some say we shall not meet again And scoff at us who dream; If they be right this world of men Her neither plan nor scheme. If this is all of life to be Then love itself is vain, And every hour of ecstasy Breeds bitterness and pain. I know not how, nor wear, nor when, But to this faith I cling - That after death the soul again Resumes it journeying. And somewhere in the new realms above Life spins a golden cord, Where in eternal peace and love The family is restored.”
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