(Submitted by Request)
Our city was again invaded by death Wednesday, October 10th, and a good woman, Mrs. E.H. DeGrotte, was called to her reward.
Before her marriage, she was Miss Frances Ellington, the daughter of John and Nancy Ellington. She was born May 11th, 1860, and was married to E.H. DeGrotte June 8th, 1876. They, therefore, lacked only two years and eight months of coming to the golden rule year along the jury of wedded life. During the long years together she blessed him, and was ever true and faithful. She was a woman of worth. She embodied those qualities which constitute true womanhood. The graces of Christian character expressed themselves in the outgoings of her life. Where she walked she dropped no thorn to prick tender feet. She was clothed with gentleness and never with that which nettles sensitive souls. She was modest, unassuming, quiet. She limited herself largely to the task and high calling of women as it is related to the home life. She did not care to break away from the God appointed sphere of home maker, but was content to confine herself to the holy and sacred mission of wife and mother.
It was here she found her joy. To spend and be spent for those who were so closely bound up with her in the bundle of life seemed to be her mission. She loved her children, and they will rise up and call her “blessed” because of her beautiful devotion to them.
She had not been well for some time, but was a patient sufferer, and committed everything to the keeping of her Father in heaven. In the quiet and communion with Him she found strength and comfort.
She had been a faithful member of the Methodist church since her young girlhood.
Cowper says, “It is well with them who can stand a tip toe on the mountain top of human life, look down with pleasure upon the valleys they have passed, and sometimes stretch their wings in joyful hope of a happy flight into eternity.”
It seems that it was thus with her. After she had made the ascent of the mountain of human life, she looked down upon the valleys of childhood and young womanhood, then upon the mountain climb in the holy companionship of a God ordained institution and then from life’s lofty peak she stretched her wings for a happy flight into eternity.
Peace to her memory.
--F.M. Moores
From page 4 of The Reidsville Review, Oct. 15, 1923
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