Beloved 15-Year-Old Died Nov. 14, 1924

Dorothy VonCannon, 15

At dawn on November 14th came an end to our smiles and in their stead was placed a conspicuous grim of sorrow and grief. The death angel came to the home of Mr. J.B. VonCannon, West End, N.C., and closed the eyes of her that smiled and left her sweet voice dumb.

She was not an ordinary child but far above average not only in her school work but her play. Her social standing, her devotion to God. In school Dorothy was loved and admired by pupils and teachers alike. Her future was so bright. Her average grade in school was above 90, and her attendance at church was more perfect. For four years and ten months she never missed a Sunday. She was 15 years of age but was only young in years. She seemed to outline life’s journey with “efficiency, purity, and devotion to God” as guides. This was a flower too pure for earth but may her brilliant light, which was supported by her unspeakable determination, her superiority of work, loving smiles, never be extinguished form us but may its radiant beams burn with an afterglow which will illuminate our paths here on earth.

We miss the tender smiles and loving hands of “Dot,” although the grave may rob us of her body it cannot rob us of her memory. It is embalmed upon our hearts and photographed upon our souls forever. “The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.”

--T.F.

From the page 8 of The Southern Pines Pilot, Friday, Nov. 28, 1924.

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To My Little Sister Dorothy

I love you, Dorothy, all the while

My heart is too full, it’s hard to bear;

There was a place and to spare for your sweet smile,

Your dear bright face and your golden hair.

The time will come at last it will

When God’s hand will beckon me unaware

From this world in the year’s long still;

I’ll leave my duties, sorrows and cares,

Then I’ll live with God and be with you.

So let the years pass—and they may be few—

Hush! I give you these violets to keep;

I shut them in your sweet cold hand,

With them this secret—but you are asleep;

You will awake though remember and understand

She is not dead; she just seems that way.

--Mrs. O.L. Sutphin

From the page 8 of The Southern Pines Pilot, Friday, Nov. 28, 1924.

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