Moore Surname Obituaries

Kaziah Moore

Virginia Enquirer, Sat, Jan. 3, 1884

Mrs. Kaziah Moore died Saturday morning, Dec. 27, at her residence. She was born near Wheeling, West Virginia, and was the mother of 13 children, 12 of whom survive her. She has 46 grandchildren and one great grandchild. She has resided on that farm over 50 years, and was nearly 72 years of age. The funeral services were conducted by Rev. J.E. Bunch at her home on Tuesday last at 11 o'clock. She was a highly esteemed citizen, and will be missed in the community. Her remains were taken to the Campbell graveyard, followed by a large procession of friends and relatives.
[a family member notes that she was buried in Powell Cemetery, Cass County, IL and was the wife of William Moore]

Contributed by: Crissy


Nettie Moore

Newspaper Unknown

With sadness we note the death of Miss Nettie Moore, who was taken just as she was blooming in usefulness. She passed away Sunday, Nov. 28, about half past one-o'clock, amid weeping friends and relatives. "Soothed by an unfaltering trust she approached he death like one who wraps their cloak about them and lies down to pleasant dreams," and conscious to the very last, resigned to the will of God, she gladly embraced death to release her from the suffering of her disease. In all her suffering patience was her characteristic. She was a faithful, devoted Christian, a dutiful child and trusty friend, loved and respected by all who knew her. The funeral took place at Petersburg, Rev. McFarland officiating. Her remains were taken to Rose Hill cemetery.

IN MEMORIAM
Here lies a flower so very fair.
Was nourished with the tenderest care.
Much brighter hopes none e'er will see,
Now ushered in eternity.

So delicate was this tiny bud
Just opening into life's great field,
Now lying still beneath the sod,
Leaves still a fragrance none can yield.

Oh, Master!! Thou an opening flower
Has called from this earth hence away;
She's flown now from this earthly bower
To fairer fields in bliss to stay.

We understand Thee not, our Master.
This providence we cannot learn,
Why in the bloom of youth she's taken
To that blissful home above.

Yet we know that thou art wisdom
Man's weak mind can't understand,
Though Thy mercy Thou art risen
To take us to that better land.

We resign ourselves in pity
To the hand of God, our kind;
Oh!! We'll miss thee always, Nettie,
But our loss is for thy gain.

Contributed By: Jeanie Lowe





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