James R. Oglesby Family Bible
| Holy Bible in English; American Literary, Art & Supply Association, Crawfordsville, Ind., 1890. The Bible is now in the possession of the C. G. Brisee Genealogy Library, Irwin, Iowa. Marriage Certificate This Certifies that the rite of Holy Matrimony was celebrated between Edward F. Noel of Clarence, Mo. and Addie May Oglesby of Knox City, Mo. on August 10, 1902 at Helena, Mont. by Rev. Walter M. Jordan Marriages James R. Oglesby [&] Mollie E. Simpson was married February 17th 1874 Everett D. Carbis and Thelma M. Noel married July 16, 1926 Births James R. Oglesby Born Sept. 6th 1850 Mollie E Oglesby Born Oct. 7th, 1851 Wilbur S. Oglesby Born Nov. 19th 1874 Elijah H. Oglesby born Mar. 5th 1877 Lulu A. Oglesby Born July 16th 1878 Iambia Oglesby Born Dec. 15th 1879 Addie May Oglesby Born Nov. 11th 1881 James W Oglesby Born July 14th 1886 Walter R Oglesby Born Aug 17th 1891 Edward F. Noel Born July 16, 1876 Thelma May Noel Born May 21, 1903 James Franklin Noel Born Oct. 25, 1906 Everett D. Carbis Born Oct. 17, 1896 Deaths Iambia Oglesby died Jan, 17th 1881 James W. Oglesby Died July 30th 1888 James R. Ogelsby Died Mollie E. Oglesby Died Wilbur S. Oglesby Died Lucy Dillard 73 yrs Died February 23, 1930 Mrs. John Carbis 54 yrs Died Sept. 30, 1930 Lulu A. Adams 68 Died May 29, 1946 Addie May Noel 55 Died March 27, 1937 Elijah H. Oglesby Walter R. Oglesby |
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Obit
Death of Major Glover.
Major A. d. glover,
one of the best known
citizens of this
section died Sunday
night, at his home,
near Newark, and his
remains were laid to
rest in LaBelle
cemetery Tuesday.
His death was the
result of a stroke of
paralysis received on
Friday previous to his
death. A Newark
correspondent of the
Edina Sentinel gives
this version of the
sad affair:
"major A. D.
Glover, while feeding
some hogs last Friday
noon was stricken
with paralysis. when
found by one of his
sons he was leaning
against the fence.
The young man spoke
to him and received
no answer.
approaching him he
found he could not
move. Laying him on
the ground he called
his brother and they
removed him to the
house and sent for Dr.
Withers who
pronounced it
paralysis. He lingered
until Sunday night
about 9:30 o'clock
when he died. Major
Glover was one of our
best citizens and will
be greatly missed. He
served through the
war in the 3d Mo.,
Cavalry and was
known as a good
officer."
Major Glover was
of the late Hon. J. M.
Glover, and was an
honorable citizen,
good neighbor and
affectionate husband
and father, and his
sudden death is
greatly deplored by
all. Funeral services
were conducted by
Rev. H. D. Thompson,
of this city, under the
direction of the G. A.
R. of which order he
was an honored
member.
Death of Major Glover.
Major A. d. glover,
one of the best known
citizens of this
section died Sunday
night, at his home,
near Newark, and his
remains were laid to
rest in LaBelle
cemetery Tuesday.
His death was the
result of a stroke of
paralysis received on
Friday previous to his
death. A Newark
correspondent of the
Edina Sentinel gives
this version of the
sad affair:
"major A. D.
Glover, while feeding
some hogs last Friday
noon was stricken
with paralysis. when
found by one of his
sons he was leaning
against the fence.
The young man spoke
to him and received
no answer.
approaching him he
found he could not
move. Laying him on
the ground he called
his brother and they
removed him to the
house and sent for Dr.
Withers who
pronounced it
paralysis. He lingered
until Sunday night
about 9:30 o'clock
when he died. Major
Glover was one of our
best citizens and will
be greatly missed. He
served through the
war in the 3d Mo.,
Cavalry and was
known as a good
officer."
Major Glover was
of the late Hon. J. M.
Glover, and was an
honorable citizen,
good neighbor and
affectionate husband
and father, and his
sudden death is
greatly deplored by
all. Funeral services
were conducted by
Rev. H. D. Thompson,
of this city, under the
direction of the G. A.
R. of which order he
was an honored
member.
Obit
In Memoriam.
Gussie E. McPike,
daughter of J. D. and
Rasa McPike, was
born July 10, 1881;
died Aug. 5, 1897.
The subject of this
obituary was
personally known to
the writer. She was
unusually bright and
gifted, and all who
knew her adored her
for her many
admirable traits of
character. As a
daughter she was
dutiful and kind, as a
sister, she was
generous, considerate
and loving. To her
associates and
companions, she was
forgetful of self, ever
ready and doing
everything in her
power for their
comfort and
happiness. Indeed,
she was her father's
pride, her mother's
joy and an object of
the tenderest
devotion upon the
part of her brothers
and sisters.
During the
meeting at Newark,
Knox county, Mo., in
November, 1895, she
was converted to
Christ and united with
the Newark Baptist
church, since which
time she has lived a
true christian life. As
her pastor, I never
met her but what I
received some word
of comfort or cheer
for my work. I miss
her greatly. She was
always anxious about
the conversion of her
associates. Such a
sweet and lovable
disposition, such a
true and earnest
christian will not be
forgotten by the
friends on earth and
will be rewarded by
her Friend in heaven.
She entered
LaGrange College,
September, 1896.
Here she enlarged her
circle of friends and
acquaintences,
endeared herself to
her teachers, and was
loved and esteemed
by all. In March 1897,
she was taken down
with consumption.
She was sick about
seventeen or
eighteen weeks.
During this time she
was never able to sit
up, and no one ever
heard her murmer or
complain. She bore
her sufferings with so
much patience.
Loving hands of
mother, father, sister,
brother and kind
friends did all in their
power to alleviate her
suffering, but there
was no relief but
death. She was
conscious to the very
last. She knew all of
her relatives and
friends, talked to
them and asked for
her mama not to cry
so hard for her. Then
she asked for prayer
for herself. She
seemed calm and
resigned as the death
angel closed in upon
her, and as she drew
her last breath she
spoke these words:
"Upon the mountains,
play it." It is
supposed she meant
some song, but could
not tell. Possibly as
her eyes were opened
to the other world,
and beholding the
gold capped hills of
eternity, it was
suggested. The writer
preached her funeral
at the LaBelle Baptist
church. Text; "If
Christ be not risen,
then is our preaching
vain, your faith is
also vain; ye are yet
in your sins." The
house was crowded,
and many were the
tears which fell as
this large audience
viewed for the last
time all that was
mortal of Gussie.
Father, mother, two
sisters and a brother
are left behind. They
are left to look upon
the vacant chair and
feel the loneliness of
their sad hearts. But
the God who gave
has taken away and
He will comfort their
hearts and lives.
J. H. Clay
Palmyra Herald and
LaGrange Indicator
In Memoriam.
Gussie E. McPike,
daughter of J. D. and
Rasa McPike, was
born July 10, 1881;
died Aug. 5, 1897.
The subject of this
obituary was
personally known to
the writer. She was
unusually bright and
gifted, and all who
knew her adored her
for her many
admirable traits of
character. As a
daughter she was
dutiful and kind, as a
sister, she was
generous, considerate
and loving. To her
associates and
companions, she was
forgetful of self, ever
ready and doing
everything in her
power for their
comfort and
happiness. Indeed,
she was her father's
pride, her mother's
joy and an object of
the tenderest
devotion upon the
part of her brothers
and sisters.
During the
meeting at Newark,
Knox county, Mo., in
November, 1895, she
was converted to
Christ and united with
the Newark Baptist
church, since which
time she has lived a
true christian life. As
her pastor, I never
met her but what I
received some word
of comfort or cheer
for my work. I miss
her greatly. She was
always anxious about
the conversion of her
associates. Such a
sweet and lovable
disposition, such a
true and earnest
christian will not be
forgotten by the
friends on earth and
will be rewarded by
her Friend in heaven.
She entered
LaGrange College,
September, 1896.
Here she enlarged her
circle of friends and
acquaintences,
endeared herself to
her teachers, and was
loved and esteemed
by all. In March 1897,
she was taken down
with consumption.
She was sick about
seventeen or
eighteen weeks.
During this time she
was never able to sit
up, and no one ever
heard her murmer or
complain. She bore
her sufferings with so
much patience.
Loving hands of
mother, father, sister,
brother and kind
friends did all in their
power to alleviate her
suffering, but there
was no relief but
death. She was
conscious to the very
last. She knew all of
her relatives and
friends, talked to
them and asked for
her mama not to cry
so hard for her. Then
she asked for prayer
for herself. She
seemed calm and
resigned as the death
angel closed in upon
her, and as she drew
her last breath she
spoke these words:
"Upon the mountains,
play it." It is
supposed she meant
some song, but could
not tell. Possibly as
her eyes were opened
to the other world,
and beholding the
gold capped hills of
eternity, it was
suggested. The writer
preached her funeral
at the LaBelle Baptist
church. Text; "If
Christ be not risen,
then is our preaching
vain, your faith is
also vain; ye are yet
in your sins." The
house was crowded,
and many were the
tears which fell as
this large audience
viewed for the last
time all that was
mortal of Gussie.
Father, mother, two
sisters and a brother
are left behind. They
are left to look upon
the vacant chair and
feel the loneliness of
their sad hearts. But
the God who gave
has taken away and
He will comfort their
hearts and lives.
J. H. Clay
Palmyra Herald and
LaGrange Indicator
Letter
Race Tracks, Mont. Apr 23th/83
Mrs. Mollie Oglesby;
Dear Cousin
This morning, finds me seated to inform you of
the sad, sad, news. that of your Dear Father
Poor Old soul he's gone to rest. He died
Saturday afternoon just half-past four Oclock.
The good Lord called him a way, and now he's
resting with the "Angels" in heaven. The Lord
giveth and the Lord taketh away.
Poor man he was perfectly willing to go,
asked the question why it was that he had to
stay so long and suffer so much, he just prayed
for the good Lord to come and take him away.
he called for all his children they were all with
him when he died But you poor Girl & feel sorry
for you, But you have one consolation and that
is this, you must try to follow in his footsteps so
when you too, are called away, may be prepared
to meet him in that beautiful world above.
whare thare are no sorrow, and whare death
never comes. He looked natural and perfectly
nashional untill the last breath left him. Knew
evrybody and talked to them. He was put away
neat & nice had a nice suit of black cloes on & a
nice coffin he was buried in a nice grave-yard
The Deer Lodge Cemetery, it is a beautiful place
up on a hill, it will be always taken care of,
thare was a large crowd out at the berring.
All that knew him came to see him berried. A
Presberian preecher was at the grave and made
a few remarks and a splendid prayer. Blessed
are they who die in the Lord.
Now I know you will feel sad to hear such
news but that is a debt we all haft to pay and
we dont know how soon.
Mollie, you must write a long letter to your
Dear Old Mother for she is Anxious to hear from
you all, They all send their love to you all,
Hoping this will find you all well.
I remain your Cousin
Mollie E. Simpson
Good bye
Race Tracks, Mont. Apr 23th/83
Mrs. Mollie Oglesby;
Dear Cousin
This morning, finds me seated to inform you of
the sad, sad, news. that of your Dear Father
Poor Old soul he's gone to rest. He died
Saturday afternoon just half-past four Oclock.
The good Lord called him a way, and now he's
resting with the "Angels" in heaven. The Lord
giveth and the Lord taketh away.
Poor man he was perfectly willing to go,
asked the question why it was that he had to
stay so long and suffer so much, he just prayed
for the good Lord to come and take him away.
he called for all his children they were all with
him when he died But you poor Girl & feel sorry
for you, But you have one consolation and that
is this, you must try to follow in his footsteps so
when you too, are called away, may be prepared
to meet him in that beautiful world above.
whare thare are no sorrow, and whare death
never comes. He looked natural and perfectly
nashional untill the last breath left him. Knew
evrybody and talked to them. He was put away
neat & nice had a nice suit of black cloes on & a
nice coffin he was buried in a nice grave-yard
The Deer Lodge Cemetery, it is a beautiful place
up on a hill, it will be always taken care of,
thare was a large crowd out at the berring.
All that knew him came to see him berried. A
Presberian preecher was at the grave and made
a few remarks and a splendid prayer. Blessed
are they who die in the Lord.
Now I know you will feel sad to hear such
news but that is a debt we all haft to pay and
we dont know how soon.
Mollie, you must write a long letter to your
Dear Old Mother for she is Anxious to hear from
you all, They all send their love to you all,
Hoping this will find you all well.
I remain your Cousin
Mollie E. Simpson
Good bye