Obituary of Harlan Newlin, Crawford County, Illinois Contributed for use in the USGenWeb Archives Copyright 2000 Jim Admire Note: I have no connection to this family. I'm just posting an Obit that was sent to me by Barbara Dix who is transcribing old news articles for the website. FUNERAL RITES FOR HARLAN NEWLIN In memory of Harlan Newlin, who departed this life July 19th will say to know him was to love him, the road was never to long or to bad for him to go in the hour of need at any home or place he could be of help in any way or at any time. At the bedside of the sick he was found giving cheer and words of comfort. In the neighbors field if help was wanted, or the woods for wood if one was in need of fuel, or grain of any kind if he had you didn't "come and get,"was his words. Love thy neighbor as thyself was his motto. He was industrious and hard working to the last. Besides helping two of his grandsons with a big acreage of corn, he was feeding over one hundred head of hogs. He was feeding when the stroke came. Not because he is gone do we say all of these good things of him, no he was not perfect, there never is one but that has some faults, but his good deeds and kindly smile out weighed all his faults in the writers mind. It can be truly said of him he preached his own funeral. He suffered intense pain but it left him in a peaceful sleep, only one thing missing, that good old smile was gone. He has been heard to say so many times don't worry, for worry has killed more people than alcohol. And always keep a stiff upper lip and you will come out all right. He always tried to appear free from worry but the last few years he felt his strength slipping, worry did come to his poor tired body but few knew it. He often said he wanted to live as long as he could but wanted to be the first of his own family to go and he got his wish with the exception of three grandchildren. Not many have lived to be his age and be the first to be called. He lived to see all of his immediate family laid to rest, father, mother, and five brothers and sisters.  He was the baby of the six chldren.  Had he lived until the 18 of the September he would have been 76 years old. He was the father of five children and all were at his bedside but one, she was kept away on account of sickness in her home and if possible she will miss him more, for he tried in all ways to make her lot easier for her with both help and words of cheer and comfort, to see her bowed with grief was one worry to him for all he never wanted to appear worried, he had expressed himself concerning her. All was done that loving hands could do but his body was too frail to stand the shock. He has only gone on before, one must go one must stay.  He had wondered what would he do, if he was left.  Our sympathy goes out to the loved one left at home. Long hours has she listened for that ever faithful step.  But know longer ones are to come.  But Gods will be done, she is not alone.  She was so uneasy if he was out of sight long for she knew he was failing fast, the hot weather has been to hard on him.  Soon as he sat down he was asleep, this was gradually creeping on.  It can be truthfully said a good man is gone. They need you, oh how they need you, A void in their aching hearts yet Cries aloud for the days that have vanished And sings of remorse and regret. But a  star arises in their horizon Its rays throw a light over their own And they see the day dawning when they to Will never again be left alone, Where you have gone they to will come. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- USGENWEB NOTICE: These electronic pages may NOT be reproduced in any format for profit or presentation by other organizations or persons. Persons or organizations desiring to use this material, must obtain the written consent of the contributor, or the legal representative of the submitter, and contact the listed USGenWeb Archivist with proof of this consent. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- File contributed for use in USGenWeb Archives by: Jim Admire