This post was contributed to the Crawford County Chapter of OGS by Kristina Stearley as part of the Florence Siefert Scrapbook in 2010.
The scrapbook is compiled from undated, unidentified newspaper clippings involving events in the lives of Crawford County citizens living in or having connections to New Washington, Tiro, Shelby, Sulphur Springs, Chatfield, Bucyrus, Ashland, Mansfield, and other areas. Only minimal spelling or punctuation corrections were made. Unreadable areas are shown by underlines, dots &/or question marks. This collection has been scanned, “optical character recognized” (OCR’d), proofed, then coded for HTML by volunteers of the Crawford County Chapter of the Ohio Genealogical Society. Since the copies are not of the best quality errors may have been made. Please contact us if you find corrections needing to be made or can verify any missing dates which could be added.
FREDERICK EMMET McNUTT – OBITUARY
Frederick Emmet, son of E. C. and Jane McNutt, was born Mar. 30, 1877 and died Dec. 26, 1897, aged 19 years, 8 months, 26 days. Fred was a remarkable boy, and was kind and courteous to all. At the time of his death he lived one mile east of Tiro, though he spent his boyhood near Goodwill. He leaves parents, one sister, one brother, with a large circle of friends to mourn his departure. Funeral services were held at the Lutheran church, in Tiro. Rev. Grau, officiating. Burial at the Oakland cemetery.
Sadly will his schoolmates miss him;
But remember, children dear,
He has only gone to Heaven.
And your turn may soon be here.
May you think whene’er you miss him,
That you’ll strive to better be;
And to treat your schoolmates kindly,
For they too may die as he.
Only those who lose their darlings,
Can in sympathy and love
Mingle tears with yours, as parents,
Give them back to God above.
But dear parents, sister, brother,
Know that he is now at rest.
With the God that gave, but took him
To his home among the blest.
I know that you sadly miss him,
Your home seems empty and sad.
You will listen in vain for his footsteps,
And voice, that would make you all glad.