 West Hill Cemetery Sherman, Texas   Choice B. Randell 1857 - 1945 Anna M. Randell 1859 - 1913  Choice Marschalk Randell 16 April 1882 - 19 June 1883 s/o C.B. & A.M. Randell The Sunday Gazetteer February 18, 1909 EARLY DAYS IN DENISON Week Ending June 23, 1883 The infant son of Mr. and Mrs. C.B. Randell of Sherman, aged 14 months, died Tuesday. The Sunday Gazetteer Sunday, July 1, 1883 pg. 1 OBITUARY Died - In Sherman, Texas, at 9 o'clock p.m., Choice Marschalk, aged 14 months, infant son of C.B. and A.M. Randell. Our darling was a manly little fellow, brave, generous, and affectionate. His mind seemed entirely without fear, and his obedience to his grandma and parents was remarkable in a babe of so determined a will. From the first dawn of intellect in his baby mind he repaid with fervor the devotion of his good grandma, who lavished the love of a sorrow-scarred, tender heart on her little "Lily Boy" - her sweet, golden-haired "Beauty Boy." His mamma was never jealous of the love her baby boy had for his "Na," as he called his grandma, for she knew Baby loved equally well the mother who idolized him. Little Choice would often beg to be helped up on his brother's rocking-horse and would ride unassisted for a half hour or more. He was a great climber and delighted in mounting the sofa and other articles of furniture, and would give utterance to a triumphant "Now!" when after perserverance and patience he reached the desired elevated place. He was always fond of music, and particularly liked the song which his papa used to sing to him, beginning, "Oh, tis sweet in early day, then to climb the mountain side," and we could hear his deep, soft voice all through the day humming the chorus, "Ha, ha, ha!" We could never take anything from him by force, but he would always give up eveni his favorite playthings for a gentle, "please, good baby." Our baby had a good, if sensitive heart, and O, the grand man he would have made if he had been permitted to live to manhood. That noble, broad and high forehead would have been the home of great and brilliant thoughts, and that sweet mouth would have given them in mellow tones to the people among whom he must have been a shining star. Our baby's sickness was short, but very severe. His manliness and obedience were clearly seen during his week of suffering. The medicines prescribed for him were bitter and nauseating, and the sick darling would cry a little when he saw us preparing the hated doses, but when we would coax him lovingly and call him our "brave little man" the tired mouth would open and he would swallow the bitter stuff with a little shiver. But all those spoonfuls could not save him. There is an empty crib at our house now, and baby's buggy too, stands still and empty in a corner. The little bell rattle he held in his hand two days after he was taken sick, is put away in silence with the curls taken from his beautiful head. Our hearts are heavy and sore, and hungry for our baby and the sweet kisses he used to voluntarily give us so often. We sadly miss the touch of the dimpled hand; the music of the sweet call, "Papa," "Mamma;" and his hearty easily provoked laugh. But we must try to dry our tears and console our aching hearts by remembering the beautiful smile he gave us when he died, and that his bright, pure soul was a precious jewel worthy and wanted to adorn the abode of the Gentle Jesus, who said "Suffer the little children to come unto me." - - - Mamma BABY CHOICE No words or pen, can at the present hour, Do justice to my theme; yet love's sweet power Will guide my willing pen in its employ. The praises of our angel baby boy. He was a babe of promise bright and fair; With noble brow and yellow silken hair; And every other feature good and sweet, With little dimpled, perfect hands and feet. Sweet Baby Choice! his eyes were lovely blue - His skin a rival to the lily's hue. But all is gone! Swept by death's fatal wave Into the cold, the dark and silent grave! But when I think of "Lily Boy" and God! I humbly pass again beneath the rod, With true submission I must humbly bow - I know our baby's with the Saviour now. - - - Grandma West Hill Cemetery Susan Hawkins © 2024 If you find any of Grayson County TXGenWeb links inoperable, please send me a message. |