Ionia County MI Archives Obituaries.....Eldridge, Edgar Morris August 8, 1932
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Lake Odessa Wave - Times - August 18, 1932
          OBITUARY
   Edgar Morris, son of Harry and Alvira Eldridge, was born October 28, 1844, and
died at his home in Odessa, 
August 8, 1932, at the age of 87 years, nine months and 11 days.  December 15, 1867
he was united in 
marriage to Mary Ann Goodenough who departed this life January 23, 1930.  To this
union were born four 
sons, Jay and Morris of Odessa, Emery of Grand Rapids, and Ernest, who died at the
age of ten years.  
Besides the three sons he leaves to mourn their loss ten grandchildren, thirteen
great-grandchildren, one 
brother Reuben Eldridge of Sheridan and a large circle of other relatives and
friends.
  He was converted during the pastorate of the Rev. B. A. Hammond and became a
member of the Wesleyan  
church of which he was a member at the time of his death.
   He came with his parents to Michigan at the age of one year.  He was one of the
pioneers of Odessa, having 
lived at the present home for fifty seven years and has seen this part of the
country grow from a wilderness to 
what it now is.
   In the presence of his family death came and took him peacefully away Monday
afternoon after being 
confined to his bed for nine weeks.
       FATHER HAS FALLEN ASLEEP
Father was tired and weary.
Weary with toil and pain:
Put by his glasses and rocker.
He will not need them again.
Into Heaven's mansions he entered,
Never to sigh or to weep.
After long years with life's struggles
Father has fallen asleep.
 
Near other loved ones we laid him.
Low in the graveyard to lie,
And though our heart are near broken.
Yet we would not question "Why?"
He does not rest 'neath the grasses
Though o'er his grave they creep,
He has gone into the Kingdom,
Father has fallen asleep.

Rest the tired forever.
Dear wrinkled hands are so still.
Blasts of the earth shall no longer
Throw o'er our loved one a chill
Angels through heaven will guide him.
Jesus will still bless and keep.
Not for the world would we awake him.
Father has fallen asleep.

Beautiful rest for the weary.
Well deserved rest for the true,
When our life's journey is ended
We shall again be with you.
This helps to quiet our weeping.
Hark! angel's music so sweet,
"He giveth to His beloved,
Beautiful, beautiful sleep!"

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