OBITURARY SUNDAY Remembering Anna Woodmansee Millsap Passed Away in 1904

This is the obituary of my great great grandmother on my father's mother's side.

The Lamoni Chronicle (Iowa)
July 28, 1904

MILLSAP. - Mrs. Ann MILLSAP died at her home at Syracuse, Kansas, July 2, 1904, aged 62 years, 11 months and 22 days.
She was the oldest daughter of James and Rachel WOODMANSEE, was born in Jackson county, Indiana, July 10, 1841. She came with her parents to Lee county, Iowa, remaining there one year. In the fall of 1849 they came to Decatur county and settled west of Decatur City, near the Woodmansee bridge, September 1.

She was married to Armeneous MILLSAP. To this union was born eleven children, the oldest dying in infancy. Five sons and five daughters are living; Mrs. Adam ZION, Wilton, Minn.; Mrs. Del FERGUSON, Hope, Idaho; George of Fellsburg,
Kan.; John of Wyonoka, Okla.; Mrs. Charles PFIESTER, Great Bend, Kan.; Frank, Arthur, Carl and Ora, all of Syracuse, Kan. She leaves a husband, twenty-two grandchildren, three brothers and two sisters. They are: John WOODMANSEE, Leon, Rebuen of Indianola, George of near Decatur, Mrs. J. W. MCLAUGHLIN of Decatur, and Mrs. W. H. GRAYSON of Redding.

She united with the Christian Church when quite young, and has lived a consistent Christian until death. The husband has lost a faithful companion of nearly forty-seven years, the children a kind and loving mother. She has been a great sufferer for several years, but has bore her suffering with patience and christian fortitude.

Loving mother, thy work's all done,
Beautiful soul into glory gone.
Beautiful life with its crown now son,
God giveth rest.
Rest from all sorrows and watching and fears,
Rest from all possible sighings and tears;
Rest through God's endless, wonderful years,
At home with the blest.

Beautiful spirit, free from all strain.
Ours they heartache, the sorrow and pain;
Thine is the glory and infinite gain.
They slumber is sweet.
Peace on the brow, and the eye-lids so calm;
Peace in the heart, 'neath the white folded palm;
Peace dropping down like a wondrous balm,
& gt;From the head to the feet.

It was so sudden, our white lips said.

How we will miss her, our darling dead;
Who'll take the place of the precious one fled?
But God knoweth best.
We know he watches the sparrows that fall-
Hears the sad cry of the grieved hearts that call.
Friends, husband, children,-he loveth them all-
We can trust for the rest.

Copied by Stacey McDowell Dietiker
June 9, 2003
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