From: Sherri Hall [ldrbelties@earthlink.net]
Sent: Saturday, November 08, 2003 10:50 PM
To: KY-FOOTSTEPS-L@rootsweb.com
Subject: [KYF] OBIT: Laura A. Perkins, 1895, Metcalfe Co.

Submitted by Sandi Gorin
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"Mrs. Laura A. Perkins was born in Monroe county, Ky., April 23, 1873, and
died at the home of her father, Squire J. H. McMurtrey, at Summer Shade,
Ky., February 17th, 1896. The deceased spent the greater part of her life at
Summer Shade, and was educated in the schools of that village. Possessed of
a generous and social nature, she grew up loved and respected by all who
knew her, and the place made vacant by her death will be hard indeed to
fill. About six years ago she made a profession of religion and united with
the Baptist church, of which church she was a consistent member until death.
Jan. 11, 1894 she was united in marriage with Charles A. Perkins. The death
angel carried away their only child, a babe of four months, about a year
ago. About a year ago her health began to fall; her final illness lasted
eight weeks. Though she suffered much, she bore her afflictions with
Christian fortitude and submission, and expressed herself as fully assured
of a bright reward beond cares and sufferings of this life. The last several
weeks of her illness were spent at the home of her parents, that she might
better receive the tender care of her mother and sisters. Her remains were
laid to rest in Summer Shade cemetery, in the presence of a large
congregation of sorrowing relatives and friends, Feb. 18th. She leaves a
bereaved husband, father and mother, sisters and brothers, and a large
circle of friends to mourn her early departure.

"Sister, tho wast mild and lovely,
Gentle, tho wast mild and lovely,
Pleasant as the air of evening,
When it floats among the trees.
Peaceful be that silent slumber,
Peaceful in the grave so low;
Tho no-more will join our number,
Tho no more our songs shall know.
Dearest sister, ___________ left us,
Here thy loss we deeply feel,
but 'tis God that _____________bereft us;
He can all our sorrows heal.
Yet again we hope to meet thee,
When the day of life is fled;
Then in heaven with joy we'll greet thee,
Where no farewell tear is shed."
(C. E.)

Glasgow (KY) Weekly TImes, 25 March 1895.

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