On Sunday morning our friend and neighbor, Mrs. F. M. Groves, went to sleep. She was sick ten days of typhoid fever and the illness was made fatal by weak heart action.
All the loving hands, trained nursing, and medical skill could do failed. Then added to the sorrow of ten days before this, the death of mother, which is the saddest known thing.
Mrs. Groves was 44 years old, a loving, faithful wife and mother, a consecrated Christian. Her funeral services were held in the school auditorium at Ranchvale on Monday afternoon by Bros. Hatfield and Freeman, and burial followed in the Clovis cemetery. She was laid to rest by the grave of her son, Sam, who preceded her ten days. A large procession of relatives and friends followed her to her last earthly home.
On Sunday morning our friend and neighbor, Mrs. F. M. Groves, went to sleep. She was sick ten days of typhoid fever and the illness was made fatal by weak heart action.
All the loving hands, trained nursing, and medical skill could do failed. Then added to the sorrow of ten days before this, the death of mother, which is the saddest known thing.
Mrs. Groves was 44 years old, a loving, faithful wife and mother, a consecrated Christian. Her funeral services were held in the school auditorium at Ranchvale on Monday afternoon by Bros. Hatfield and Freeman, and burial followed in the Clovis cemetery. She was laid to rest by the grave of her son, Sam, who preceded her ten days. A large procession of relatives and friends followed her to her last earthly home.
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