GRUBBS, John H.

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OBITUARY.

John H. Grubbs, was born May 5, 1864. Died, February 13, 1894. Aged 29 years, 9 months and 7 days.

There are times when death takes a friend we are at a loss for words to ex­press our grief, our loss, and in speaking of John whilst he is dead, the heart aches and tears will come. Oft we do not know the value of a friend until death claims him. John was a kind obedient boy, a manly young man, always cheering in his every make up, full of good will to all and malice toward none, a true Christian, a disciple of the lovely Nazarene, a heart full of sweet music and a voice to charmingly sing for others. And adept in instru­mental music as well as vocal. He was a charming agreeable companion, not only for the young, but for the old, carrying them back to childhood days and its sweet memories. He was a noble son of a kind father and mother. His dear mother preceded him to the glory land some four years ago, and John often spoke of the sweet remem­brances of his mother, her noble char­acter, her mother’s heart so full of that love for her boys and family. John was so kind and true to his paralyzed father, practicing self-denial for the comfort of father to the exclusion of everything else. With the young people he was a special favorite and many a happy hour with music, social chat and other in­nocent amusements. John was always a favorite. In business he was honesty itself and his word was always accepted as truth. The thirty brief years he builded [sic] a good round character, first in the home, kind to parents, sister and brother, then to neighbors and associates; then in the Sabbath School, being superintendent a long time, active in church work, in the Christian En­deavor. In politics a Democrat, but con­siderate for other’s beliefs. An efficient member of the famous Military Band, in every relation he was a favorite making friends all the time, and now ’tis ended so far as John is concerned in life, the flesh, still he will live with our people, growing as the years roll by. His father says in his blinding tears and heart aches: “John had hosts of friends and how can I give him up but father’s loss is my boy John’s gain.” So today we stand by his remains and in the presence of weeping relatives and friends, leave it with The Savior of mankind, looking up saying. “Thy will be done, not ours. The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away.” All is well, and it is hoped his brief life may keep inspiration in many a heart and keep the boys and girls in the right by re­membering John’s consistent life.

The K. of P. lodge of which he was an able brother had charge of the burial services. The Christian Endeavor, the Sabbath School of the Christian church of which John was superintendent for three years, the young friends of our community and The Whiteland Band, each gave very appropriate floral offer­ings, so neatly and tastefully arranged by our florist, Bert Smith. These flowers were only a faint expression of the flowers of love and fragrance of the hearts that wanted to remember the manly boy, John H. Grubbs.

Rev. Oviatt, with feelings of grief in tears pronounced the funeral sermon. Text, 2 Hebs, 2 chapter, 6-7 verses. All the ministers in town aided, and the Methodist church was crowded to its utmost. The K. of P. lodge about 150 were in attendance, and the Whiteland Military Band rendered some three very appropriate pieces, and played the funeral march to his last resting place the grave, and we say farewell until we meet some day at Jesus’ feet.   D. W.

Link to John H. Grubbs’s grave

Submitted by Mark McCrady and Cathea Curry