GARSHWILER, Shelby H.
Date of death: 6 Nov 1892 – Bargersville, Johnson County Indiana
The Franklin Democrat, Friday, November 11, 1892, page 4
FROM OVER THE COUNTY.
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BARGERSVILLE.
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On Monday the 7th, occurred the funeral and burial of one of the most respected citizens of Bargersville, Uncle Shelby Garshwiler, who has been a long and honored citizen of this place. Uncle Shelby, was always found to be an old Christian soldier, ever ready to do the right. Funeral discourse was rendered by Elder T. M. Wiles, of Franklin at First Mt. Pleasant church. The remains were laid to rest in Mt. Pleasant cemetery. A host of friends are left to mourn his departure.
The Franklin Democrat, Friday, January 6, 1893, page 6 column 6
Gone But Not Forgotten.
Shelby H. Garshwiler, was born Jan 11, 1823, in Mercer county, Ky., and died at his home in Bargersville, Johnson county, Indiana, November 6, 1892, aged sixty-nine years, nine months and fifteen days. He was married to Miss Martha A. Luyster, February 19, 1846, and was the father of four children, William H. Garshwiler, Mrs. Amanda S. Dunn, and Mrs. Flora B. Vandivier, while Elizabeth E. departed this life in her eighth year, a bright spirit to welcome her Sainted Father to the “Ever Green Shore.” Mr. and Mrs. Garshwiler obeyed the gospel of Christ in youth and not only lived to honor, but to adorn their profession. Mrs. Garshwiler in her bereavement still lives, but sorrows not as those who have no hope. The lessons of Bro. Garshwiler, which the writer and other friends think should be preserved, may be stated as follows:
Cheerfulness marked his character in an eminent degree, none to come within the circle of his influence who was not made to feel the blessedness of this grace. His was a life of peace, strife was to him a deplorable vice, while peace was the angel of mercy blessing every home. He was preeminently a lover of children and in return they reciprocated his love. They loved his home, the walls of his house were made to echo with their merry laughter and all felt delighted to spend a day with uncle Shelby, as he was familiarly called. The writer has spent many happy hours in his society and always felt stronger for the conflict of life. Farewell dear brother till we meet again.
We miss thee from thy home dear father,
We miss thee from thy place;
A shadow o’er our life is cast;
We miss the sunshine of thy face;
We miss thy kind and willing hand,
Thy fond and earnest care;
Our home is dark without thee
We miss thee everywhere.
S. R. WILSON
Link to Shelby H. Garshwiler’s grave
Submitted by Mark McCrady and Cathea Curry