Obituaries

 

 

Walter Freiburghaus

 

Earl Everett (2 articles)

 

source: Fayette County Leader, October 24, 1918, pg. 1

 

EARL EVERETT DIES FROM PNEUMONIA

Was Brought Here From Camp Funston Where He Was Stationed.

Another of the soldier boys of the county was brought to Fayette this week, a victim of pneumonia, supposed to have resulted from an attack of Spanish influenza.  He was Earl Everett, son of Mr. and Mrs. Harlow Everett of Albany, who died in Camp Funston last week.

He was born in Clayton county, Aug. 1, 1893, and died October 15, 1918, being 25 years, 3 months and 14 days old.  He was called to defend the Starts and Stripes August 26th, and was a member of Co. 17 164th Depot Brigade.

A private funeral was held at the home Monday afternoon at three o'clock, and interment was made in Lima cemetery.  He leaves to mourn his loss, father, mother, sister and two brothers, besides a host of friends.

Thus steadily and ceaselessly the golden stars are appearing to represent those who do not fear to do their duty to their country, whether the call leads them across the water to the battlefield or to less conspicuous but not less glorious fulfillment of that duty at home.

A TRIBUTE.

Dear Earl - It was just the other day

We held your hand and said good-bye;

Your country called, you hastened to obey;

We breathed a prayer, and turning with a sigh,

We saw upon a field of white

A star of deepest blue;

And knew 'twas to make a great wrong right

Your country needed you.

 

And day by day, that star of blue

Has filled our hearts with pride:

As we tho't of our boy, a soldier true,

His country was not denied

But oh - dear Earl  can it be the blue

So soon has changed to gold?

Whose glittering brightness tells that you

Have sacrificed all that life can hold.

 

In manhood and honor the price you have paid;

We leave it with Him who understands;

'Tis His to avenge the wrong been made

Either in this or in other lands.

We leave it with Him - dear one, farewell;

He can bind up our hearts with His love;

And that glittering star day by day will tell -

You are waiting for us in that Home.

 
 
 
 
 

 

-transcribed and submitted by Jeanie Belding for Iowa in the Great War