The following poem, written in his memory, was written by a grand daughter, Ruth Latchaw Wentling.
Grandpa has gone to his old highland home,To the land of the heath and heather,To the land of hills, of the rocks, and of homeWhere its always bright sunny weather.Our Grandpa has sailed on his Captain's own ship,To the shores of the rugged isle,Where his angel manned ship will soon find the old port,Without need of the sails nor the dial.Grandpa once crossed the blue and beloved sea,To the land of his bonnie wee lass, There he lived, and loved all, and helped all to the end, Regardless of wealth or class.But his soul has now sailed o'er a greater sea,O'er the beautiful sea of lifeTo the port of fair Heaven that waits cross the seaFor the brave who have weathered the strife,The Great Captain has called His own faithful one home,Cross the sea of sweet calmness and peace,Where he rests with the Maker of ships and men,In the land where the winds never cease.Our Grandpa has gone to his old highland home,To the land of the heath and the heather,Where he waits for the dear one he leaves across the sea Who will meet him in heavenly heather.
The following poem, written in his memory, was written by a grand daughter, Ruth Latchaw Wentling.
Grandpa has gone to his old highland home,To the land of the heath and heather,To the land of hills, of the rocks, and of homeWhere its always bright sunny weather.Our Grandpa has sailed on his Captain's own ship,To the shores of the rugged isle,Where his angel manned ship will soon find the old port,Without need of the sails nor the dial.Grandpa once crossed the blue and beloved sea,To the land of his bonnie wee lass, There he lived, and loved all, and helped all to the end, Regardless of wealth or class.But his soul has now sailed o'er a greater sea,O'er the beautiful sea of lifeTo the port of fair Heaven that waits cross the seaFor the brave who have weathered the strife,The Great Captain has called His own faithful one home,Cross the sea of sweet calmness and peace,Where he rests with the Maker of ships and men,In the land where the winds never cease.Our Grandpa has gone to his old highland home,To the land of the heath and the heather,Where he waits for the dear one he leaves across the sea Who will meet him in heavenly heather.
Family Members
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James H. Laurie
1832–1846
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Robert Laurie
1833–1878
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Helen Morin Laurie
1835–1837
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William Smith Laurie Jr
1837–1892
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Helen Laurie
1839–1921
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John Laurie
1841–1923
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Francis Wilson Laurie
1843–1897
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Harry Alexander "Harry" Laurie
1845–1924
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James Laurie
1847–1924
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Thomas Laurie
1849–1895
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Samuel Laurie
1850–1851
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David Laurie
1852–1931
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Mary Elizabeth Laurie
1853–1854
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Annie Laurie Allen
1882–1968
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George William Laurie
1883–1956
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Mary Ellen "Nellie" Laurie Latchaw
1885–1980
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Francis Murl "Frank" Laurie
1887–1939
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Effie Grace Laurie Wolf
1889–1933
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Flossie Elizabeth "Tudie" Laurie Harrison
1889–1964
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Robert Alexander Laurie
1892–1967
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Grace Mable Laurie Lambert
1894–1964
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James Martin Laurie
1896–1984
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Lusetta Jean Laurie Williams
1898–1986
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Bruce Madison Laurie
1900–1976
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Infant Son Laurie
1903–1903
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