o216 Obit of Mary Ann Franklin Osborne - Grady County, Oklahoma Submitted by: Sandi Carter SandKatC@aol.com 9 Apr 2000 ==================================================================== USGENWEB NOTICE: In keeping with our policy of providing free information on the Internet, data may be used by non-commercial entities, as long as this message remains on all copied material. These electronic pages may NOT be reproduced in any format for profit or for presentation by other persons or organizations. The submitter has given permission to the USGenWeb Archives to store the file permanently for free access. Persons or organizations desiring to use this material for purposes other than stated above must obtain the written consent of the file contributor. ====================================================================== The Verden News December 7, 1923 Death, as night, comes when it will, Fades the lisit and all is still. Mary Ann Franklin was born July 15, 1904, in Grady Co., Tuttle, Okla. She was converted and joined the Presbyterian church at the age of eleven years of which she was a member at her death. She was married to Randolph Osborne November 15, 1920. To this union was born one child. Mary Ann departed this life December 2, being 19 years, 4 months and 17 days old. She leaves a husband, daughter, father, mother, three sisters, three brothers, and a host of relatives and friends to mourn her departure. Her sister, Mrs. E. L. Platz of Shoshone, Idaho, was unable to attend the funeral. The services were conducted at the Methodist church Tuesday morning at 11 o'clock. The burial was made at the Verden cemetery, sorrounded by relatives and friends and was a fitting end to her "Perfect Day." The many beautiful floral offerings fulfilled the purpose for which they were sent. Among us she ranked as a woman of culture, refinement and sympathy. She was a loving daughter, a faithful wife, a devoted mother and a true friend. By her departure we have all lost - but baby Yvonne has lost that which can never by regained, "the fairest of jewels, her mother." Strange we never miss the music until the sweet voiced bird has flown, strange we never prize the violet until its lovely flower is gone. Strange that summer sun and sunshine never seem one half so fair as when winter's snowy pinion scatters white down on the air. And now may "He who tempers the wind for the shorn land watch, comfort and guide them till they too, shall pass from the known to the unknown and join her in that 'house not made with hands' where sorrow and death shall not enter, but forever and ever shall be a home of happiness and pleasure untold and life everlasting." A Friend Submitted by Sandi Carter Niece of Mary Ann Franklin Osborne