"The Press Gazette", Hillsboro, Ohio 5/5/1942
Dempsey Redkey
Dempsey Redkey, 73, died suddenly at his home near Beaver's Mill Sunday night of heart trouble.
Mr. Redkey had been as well as usual Sunday and late in the afternoon had been at Beaver's Mill.
When he went to bed at his usual hour and awakened about 11 o'clock feeling badly, he got up and went to the kitchen and got a bit to eat. Returning to the bedroom he sat down on the edge of the bed and in a moment dropped over dead.
The time of the funeral had not been set Monday afternoon. Mr. Redkey is survived by his wife and ten children,
Byron of near Hillsboro; John of Wilmington; Thomas of Greenfield; Donald and Richard; Mrs. Charles Barnes of
HIllsboro; Mrs. Eva Moore of Bourneville; Mrs. Helen Lee of Chillicothe; Mrs. Florence Moore of Leesburg; and Mrs.
Sarah Carey of Fayetteville.

"The Press Gazette", Hillsboro, Ohio
5/8/1942
Dempsey Redkey, aged 73, suddenly passed away from a heart attack, at eleven o'clock, Sunday night at his home near Beaver's Mill. Mr. Redkey lived here most of his life,
preceeding his marriage to Mrs. Myrtle Jenkins. Funeral services will be held at the church here wednesday afternoon. Burial in the Greenfield Cemetery.

"The Press Gazette", Hillsboro, Ohio
5/2/1947
In Memoriam
In loving memory of our husband and father, Dempsey Sinclair Redkey, who departed this life May 3, 1942:
Five years ago today,
Dear, since you were called away,
How much that we have missed you
We will not try to say
We loved you, oh, we loved you,
Never shall your memory fade.
God called you home,
It was His will
But in our hearts, you linger still
Wife and children

"The Press Gazette", Hillsboro, Ohio
5/4/1948
In Memory
In loving memory of our dear husband and father, Dempsey Sinclair Redkey, who passed away May 3, 1942.
The month of May is here
The saddest month of all the year.
As years go by and time rolls on
It seems you are near, although you are gone.
Each thing we do, each place we go
We seem to feel your presence so.
For treasured thoughts of one so dear
Often brings a silent tear.
Thoughts return to things long past
Time rolls on but memory lasts.
Sadly missed by wife and children.