Herald Of Truth , Vol. XXIX, No. 9, May 1, 1892, page 141, 142, 143
KILLED INSTANTLY BY A CYCLONE IN CHASE CO., KANSAS
On the 31st of March 1892, Theodore Blosser, aged 26 years, 6 months and 11 days. His wife, Salome Blosser, aged 22 years, 6 months and 14 days, and their only child, Conrad, aged 1 year, 5 months and 24 days. Their bodies were brought to McPherson Co., a distance of forty miles, and buried in the Holdeman graveyard. Funeral services were held at the home of Theodore's father, Abraham Blosser. Text 2 Cor. 5:1--10, dwelling especially on the 1st verse, "For we know, that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens" We have bright evidenees* that the departed ones could truthfully repeat these words of Paul. Not long since when in conversation with one of her neighbors concerning the faith, Salome said she was so glad she had always been obedient to her parents, and that she had embraced the faith in early youth. "Now", said she, "I have the witness within me that if the Lord should call me away I have the assurance of eternal life" Theodore united with the church when quite young, and was always very zealous for the cause. A neighbor, at whose place he did his last day's work, was much impressed with the prayer he offered at the noon-day meal. It was his custom to have family worship every evening, and we have reason to believe that it was not neglected this last evening of their life here. However, Salome's parents, John A. Holdeman's, were greatly concerned about the spiritual condition of their children when they were called away so suddenly that night at eleven oíclock, and as there was no way of ascertaining this from earthly sources, they came before God in prayer, and the result was a peaceful and quieting assurance that their dear ones were at rest. The house in which the unfortunate family lived belonged to Levi Holdeman, and was so completely demolished that there is hardly a trace of it to be found anywhere. The bodies were found on the ploughed ground not far apart, about twelve rods from the place where their home had once stood. They lay there all night, exposed to the fury of the elements. When J. A. Holdeman discovered next morning that the house was gone, he hurried over to look for their missing loved ones. He passed near by them without at first recognizing them, as the wind and rain had almost covered them with mud, that they did not look like human forms. The discovery of the bodies was to him the most shocking and heart-rendering part of the sad affair, and the poor father feared for a time that he was losing his reason. Theodore's skull was crushed and driven downward into the head; his face was turned backward and his left arm was fractured. Salome was in a recumbent posture with the head lying sideways covered in the mud. Something had passed through her head, carrying away the brain and leaving an opening large enough to insert the hand. Little Conrad had only a few scratches upon his little form. One scar on the skull had evidently been his death blow. He was placed in his mother's arms in the same coffin. Their faces as they lay in the coffins, looked as if they were peacefully sleeping that sweat sleep from which none ever wake to weep.
Servants of God, well done!
Rest from your loveíd employ;
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter your Master's joy.
The voice at midnight came;
You started up to hear;
A mortal arrow pierced your frame,
When none, but God was near:
Your spirits, with a bound,
Left their incumbering clay;
Your tents, at sunrise, on the ground,
A mangled ruin lay.
The pains of death are o'er,
Labors and sorrowing cease;
And life's short warfare is no more,
Your souls now rest in peace. R. J. H.
KILLED INSTANTLY BY A CYCLONE IN CHASE CO., KANSAS
On the 31st of March 1892, Theodore Blosser, aged 26 years, 6 months and 11 days. His wife, Salome Blosser, aged 22 years, 6 months and 14 days, and their only child, Conrad, aged 1 year, 5 months and 24 days. Their bodies were brought to McPherson Co., a distance of forty miles, and buried in the Holdeman graveyard. Funeral services were held at the home of Theodore's father, Abraham Blosser. Text 2 Cor. 5:1--10, dwelling especially on the 1st verse, "For we know, that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens" We have bright evidenees* that the departed ones could truthfully repeat these words of Paul. Not long since when in conversation with one of her neighbors concerning the faith, Salome said she was so glad she had always been obedient to her parents, and that she had embraced the faith in early youth. "Now", said she, "I have the witness within me that if the Lord should call me away I have the assurance of eternal life" Theodore united with the church when quite young, and was always very zealous for the cause. A neighbor, at whose place he did his last day's work, was much impressed with the prayer he offered at the noon-day meal. It was his custom to have family worship every evening, and we have reason to believe that it was not neglected this last evening of their life here. However, Salome's parents, John A. Holdeman's, were greatly concerned about the spiritual condition of their children when they were called away so suddenly that night at eleven oíclock, and as there was no way of ascertaining this from earthly sources, they came before God in prayer, and the result was a peaceful and quieting assurance that their dear ones were at rest. The house in which the unfortunate family lived belonged to Levi Holdeman, and was so completely demolished that there is hardly a trace of it to be found anywhere. The bodies were found on the ploughed ground not far apart, about twelve rods from the place where their home had once stood. They lay there all night, exposed to the fury of the elements. When J. A. Holdeman discovered next morning that the house was gone, he hurried over to look for their missing loved ones. He passed near by them without at first recognizing them, as the wind and rain had almost covered them with mud, that they did not look like human forms. The discovery of the bodies was to him the most shocking and heart-rendering part of the sad affair, and the poor father feared for a time that he was losing his reason. Theodore's skull was crushed and driven downward into the head; his face was turned backward and his left arm was fractured. Salome was in a recumbent posture with the head lying sideways covered in the mud. Something had passed through her head, carrying away the brain and leaving an opening large enough to insert the hand. Little Conrad had only a few scratches upon his little form. One scar on the skull had evidently been his death blow. He was placed in his mother's arms in the same coffin. Their faces as they lay in the coffins, looked as if they were peacefully sleeping that sweat sleep from which none ever wake to weep.
Servants of God, well done!
Rest from your loveíd employ;
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter your Master's joy.
The voice at midnight came;
You started up to hear;
A mortal arrow pierced your frame,
When none, but God was near:
Your spirits, with a bound,
Left their incumbering clay;
Your tents, at sunrise, on the ground,
A mangled ruin lay.
The pains of death are o'er,
Labors and sorrowing cease;
And life's short warfare is no more,
Your souls now rest in peace. R. J. H.
Herald Of Truth , Vol. XXIX, No. 9, May 1, 1892, page 141, 142, 143
KILLED INSTANTLY BY A CYCLONE IN CHASE CO., KANSAS
On the 31st of March 1892, Theodore Blosser, aged 26 years, 6 months and 11 days. His wife, Salome Blosser, aged 22 years, 6 months and 14 days, and their only child, Conrad, aged 1 year, 5 months and 24 days. Their bodies were brought to McPherson Co., a distance of forty miles, and buried in the Holdeman graveyard. Funeral services were held at the home of Theodore's father, Abraham Blosser. Text 2 Cor. 5:1--10, dwelling especially on the 1st verse, "For we know, that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens" We have bright evidenees* that the departed ones could truthfully repeat these words of Paul. Not long since when in conversation with one of her neighbors concerning the faith, Salome said she was so glad she had always been obedient to her parents, and that she had embraced the faith in early youth. "Now", said she, "I have the witness within me that if the Lord should call me away I have the assurance of eternal life" Theodore united with the church when quite young, and was always very zealous for the cause. A neighbor, at whose place he did his last day's work, was much impressed with the prayer he offered at the noon-day meal. It was his custom to have family worship every evening, and we have reason to believe that it was not neglected this last evening of their life here. However, Salome's parents, John A. Holdeman's, were greatly concerned about the spiritual condition of their children when they were called away so suddenly that night at eleven oíclock, and as there was no way of ascertaining this from earthly sources, they came before God in prayer, and the result was a peaceful and quieting assurance that their dear ones were at rest. The house in which the unfortunate family lived belonged to Levi Holdeman, and was so completely demolished that there is hardly a trace of it to be found anywhere. The bodies were found on the ploughed ground not far apart, about twelve rods from the place where their home had once stood. They lay there all night, exposed to the fury of the elements. When J. A. Holdeman discovered next morning that the house was gone, he hurried over to look for their missing loved ones. He passed near by them without at first recognizing them, as the wind and rain had almost covered them with mud, that they did not look like human forms. The discovery of the bodies was to him the most shocking and heart-rendering part of the sad affair, and the poor father feared for a time that he was losing his reason. Theodore's skull was crushed and driven downward into the head; his face was turned backward and his left arm was fractured. Salome was in a recumbent posture with the head lying sideways covered in the mud. Something had passed through her head, carrying away the brain and leaving an opening large enough to insert the hand. Little Conrad had only a few scratches upon his little form. One scar on the skull had evidently been his death blow. He was placed in his mother's arms in the same coffin. Their faces as they lay in the coffins, looked as if they were peacefully sleeping that sweat sleep from which none ever wake to weep.
Servants of God, well done!
Rest from your loveíd employ;
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter your Master's joy.
The voice at midnight came;
You started up to hear;
A mortal arrow pierced your frame,
When none, but God was near:
Your spirits, with a bound,
Left their incumbering clay;
Your tents, at sunrise, on the ground,
A mangled ruin lay.
The pains of death are o'er,
Labors and sorrowing cease;
And life's short warfare is no more,
Your souls now rest in peace. R. J. H.
KILLED INSTANTLY BY A CYCLONE IN CHASE CO., KANSAS
On the 31st of March 1892, Theodore Blosser, aged 26 years, 6 months and 11 days. His wife, Salome Blosser, aged 22 years, 6 months and 14 days, and their only child, Conrad, aged 1 year, 5 months and 24 days. Their bodies were brought to McPherson Co., a distance of forty miles, and buried in the Holdeman graveyard. Funeral services were held at the home of Theodore's father, Abraham Blosser. Text 2 Cor. 5:1--10, dwelling especially on the 1st verse, "For we know, that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens" We have bright evidenees* that the departed ones could truthfully repeat these words of Paul. Not long since when in conversation with one of her neighbors concerning the faith, Salome said she was so glad she had always been obedient to her parents, and that she had embraced the faith in early youth. "Now", said she, "I have the witness within me that if the Lord should call me away I have the assurance of eternal life" Theodore united with the church when quite young, and was always very zealous for the cause. A neighbor, at whose place he did his last day's work, was much impressed with the prayer he offered at the noon-day meal. It was his custom to have family worship every evening, and we have reason to believe that it was not neglected this last evening of their life here. However, Salome's parents, John A. Holdeman's, were greatly concerned about the spiritual condition of their children when they were called away so suddenly that night at eleven oíclock, and as there was no way of ascertaining this from earthly sources, they came before God in prayer, and the result was a peaceful and quieting assurance that their dear ones were at rest. The house in which the unfortunate family lived belonged to Levi Holdeman, and was so completely demolished that there is hardly a trace of it to be found anywhere. The bodies were found on the ploughed ground not far apart, about twelve rods from the place where their home had once stood. They lay there all night, exposed to the fury of the elements. When J. A. Holdeman discovered next morning that the house was gone, he hurried over to look for their missing loved ones. He passed near by them without at first recognizing them, as the wind and rain had almost covered them with mud, that they did not look like human forms. The discovery of the bodies was to him the most shocking and heart-rendering part of the sad affair, and the poor father feared for a time that he was losing his reason. Theodore's skull was crushed and driven downward into the head; his face was turned backward and his left arm was fractured. Salome was in a recumbent posture with the head lying sideways covered in the mud. Something had passed through her head, carrying away the brain and leaving an opening large enough to insert the hand. Little Conrad had only a few scratches upon his little form. One scar on the skull had evidently been his death blow. He was placed in his mother's arms in the same coffin. Their faces as they lay in the coffins, looked as if they were peacefully sleeping that sweat sleep from which none ever wake to weep.
Servants of God, well done!
Rest from your loveíd employ;
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter your Master's joy.
The voice at midnight came;
You started up to hear;
A mortal arrow pierced your frame,
When none, but God was near:
Your spirits, with a bound,
Left their incumbering clay;
Your tents, at sunrise, on the ground,
A mangled ruin lay.
The pains of death are o'er,
Labors and sorrowing cease;
And life's short warfare is no more,
Your souls now rest in peace. R. J. H.
Inscription
Killed by a tornado in Chase Co. March 31, 1892.
