Payette County ID Archives Obituaries.....Gardner, Francis B. 1919 ************************************************ Copyright. All rights reserved. http://www.usgwarchives.net/copyright.htm http://www.usgwarchives.net/id/idfiles.htm ************************************************ File contributed for use in USGenWeb Archives by: Cheryl Hanson ihansonb@fmtc.com December 12, 2005, 10:50 pm Payette Enterprise 7-3-1919 Payette Enterprise Payette, Idaho Thursday, July 3, 1919 OBITUARY Francis B. Gardner was born near Rock Island, Illinois in 1857 and died at his home on the farm north of Payette, June 26th, 1919, aged 62 years, 3 months and 26 days. He leaves a wife and seven children all of whom were present at the funeral, except one son who resides in Colorado and was unable to come. The sudden death of Mr. Gardner came as a great shock to his family and many friends. He was in his usual health, and was stricken while at work in the yard near the home. Mr. Gardner was a member of the Christian church, having joined with that body in Colorado. He was a great home man, and a kind neighbor. He will be greatly missed by all. The funeral was by auto from the home Sunday, afternoon (several unreadable words) church at 4 o'clock. The services were conducted by Rev. N. H. Farnham of the Church of God. The E. E. Parsons' Quartette rendered very appropriate hymns. The remains were laid to rest in Riverside. The family has the sympathy of the community in their bereavement. Tho, the sun shines just as brightly, As in the days gone by, In our home there is a shadow, Clouded seems our summer sky. Tho, the birds are singing sweetly, And the breezes gently blow, We can hardly catch their music, Or their sweet influence know. Father, how we all shall miss you, While we know that you are gone, To the land whence no returning. We can only follow on. No more we await your coming, Hear your footsteps at the door, Listen for your call at evening, As we did in days of yore. Yet while we are bowed in sorrow, And with tears our eyes are dim, We would list the savior's message, And as children come to him. God He was and came to suffer, That our suffering he might share, Tasted death -- that cup so bitter-- All our bitterness to bear. Father, all your work is ended, And your weary form laid low, Rest, dear one, and wait our coming, When our call come soft and low. File at: http://files.usgwarchives.net/id/payette/obits/g/gardner792nob.txt This file has been created by a form at http://www.genrecords.net/idfiles/ File size: 2.6 Kb