SHANK, Flora Elizabeth (Montgomery)

LOCAL AND PERSONAL.

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Mrs. H. A. Shank living be­tween Trafalgar and Morgantown was taken suddenly ill last Friday morning with a sinking chill and died a few hours afterwards. She leaves a husband and five children. The funeral was held Sunday at Bethlehem church attended by a large number of sympathizing fri­ends.

The Franklin Democrat,Friday, December 23, 1892, page 6 column 1

FROM OVER THE COUNTY.

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TRAFALGAR.

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Mrs. Flora Shanks [sic] died last Friday night. Her death was caused by a sink­ing chill. Mrs. Shanks was 35 years of age, was the mother of five bright children. She was buried last Sunday in the cemetery at Morgantown.

The Franklin Democrat, Friday, January 6, 1893, page 3 column 1

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OBITUARY

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Flora E. Shank, daughter of Duncan and Tillas Montgomery, was born April 13, 1857, and was united in marriage to Henry A. Shank, December 24, 1876. In the month of May 1883, she united with the Christian church at Samaria, Indiana, and lived a consistent Christian until December 16, 1892, when God in his infinite wisdom saw fit to remove her from our midst. By her death the church loses one of its most note-worthy members, and this community one of its most highly esteemed ladies. Mrs. Shank was possessed of an industrious spirit. We always found her attending strictly to her home duties first, and when these were done, she was willing to aid those around her. No woman so possessed the hearts of those around her as did the five children, four girls, and one boy, who are left mo­therless. Allow us to tender them our sympathy in their sad bereavement and recommend to them the Divine consolation that their loss is her eternal gain, and admonish them to remember that though earth is made more drear, Heaven is richer by this dispensation of Divine Providence.

Put by her work, and empty chair,
Fold up the garment she used to wear;
Let down the curtain and close the door,
She will need the garnish light no more;
For the task assigned her under the sun
Is finished now, and the guerdon won.

Weep for the days that will come no more,
For the sunbeam flown from heart and door.
For a missing step, for a nameless grace
Of a tender voice and loving face.
But not for the soul whose goal is won,
Whose infinite joy has just begun–
Not for the spirit enrobed in light.
And crowned where the angels are tonight.

MORGANTOWN, IND. Jan 4, 1893. H.

Link to Flora Elizabeth (Montgomery) Shank’s grave

Submitted by Mark McCrady and Cathea Curry