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Note: N6408 Newspaper unknown, Date unknown (died October 09, 1918)
Miss Lou Minor Dead
Miss Lou H. A. Minor, one of the eldest citizens of Prairieville township passed away at Eolia Wednesday afternoon at the age of 87 years after a short illness.
For a number of years she had been in declining health, but was able to be out most of the time. She was always cheerful in her suffering. Miss Minor was born in Virginia and back in the seventies came to this county to make her home with relatives. She was a woman of rare culture, a good talker, thinker and writer of some note. She was a splendid christian woman and universally loved and respected by all who knew her, and her loss will be mourned by all who knew her.
She was a sister of the late Samuel O. Minor and Judge N. P. Minor of this city and she leaves a number of nephews and nieces here and in other parts of the country and a number of relatives in the old dominion.
Her funeral was held yesterday at Old St. John's Episcopal Church at Prairieville, of which she had been a life time member and her remains laid to rest beside those of her family who had preceded her to the grave. The funeral was conducted by her pastor, Rev. Jno. Davis, of Hannibal, Mo.,
A number of relatives and friends from this city attended the funeral.
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Note: N6409 Twice-a-Week Times (Louisiana, Missouri), 1 November 1918
Obituary of Louisa H.A. Minor
God's promise to Abraham, "Thou shalt go to thy fathers in peace; thou shalt be buried in a good old age," was truly united in the passing away on last Wednesday of "Aunt Lou" as she was lovingly known. Death crept upon her so slowly, so painlessly, that it must have been granted to her to experience the words of Pope's beautiful hymn which were almost the last words from her lips:
"The world recedes; it disappears,
Heaven opens; on my eyes; my ears
With sound seraphic ring.
Lend; lead your winds! I mount! I fly!
O, grave, where is thy victory?
O, death, where is thy sting?"
Louisa Hutchison Anderson Minor, the daughter of Lydia Laurie Lewis and Samuel Overton Minor, was born in Charlottesville, Va., April 13, 1918 (sic, crossed out, 1833 written in) and died in her eighty-six year in Eolia, Mo., at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Wheeler, who had kindly cared for her the last eighteen months of her life. "Aunt Lou" was the youngest of eleven children and the last of her immediate family. Losing her mother when only four months old, she was raised by her aunt, Mrs. Mary Walker Anderson, at her estate, Pantops, in Albemarle county, Va., and was surrounded by all the luxury and refinement of a typical southern home. She was educated as most girls of that day by governess, and her unusually brilliant intellect received such careful training that wherever she went or in whatever company she might be, she was always considered authority in literary matters. She came to Missouri in 1872, whither her father and brother had preceded her and with them or their children, her time has since been spent. The "call of the blood" was very strong in her and to be a kinsman was the passport of heart and home. A scion of three of the oldest and largest families in Virginia, her love for family and genealogy never lacked for materials and interest, and led in maturer years to compiling the genealogy of these families in book form - a work that will long be of great service and interest- for in writing of people are we not writing the history of our country.
She was confirmed in the Episcopal church at an early age and ever remained a faithful and devoted communicant. In fact, the church and its principles were to her the very rod and staff of life and we believe there are many "Stars in her crown" for through her influence many others were brought into the fold of the .
An exceptional characteristic of her old age was her youthful spirit. Though wrinkles were written upon her brow, they were not to be found on her heart. A live interest in current events, modern literature, and all the issues of the times made her in these days as in earlier years still a source of information and a conversationalist to be sought after. Her knowledge of flowers, birds, bees and all animal life made her the trusted and tied friend of childhood; and this same love in the heart would make her stoop to pick a withered flower out of the dust, stop to listen and admire the matins of the morning lark or the serenade of the nightingale, watch the honey bee at his work and feed and shelter the homeless dog or cat. Indeed, I can claim for her in the language of the poet all that should accompany old age, "honor, love, obedience, and troops of friends."
The funeral was conducted by her pastor of many hears, the Rev. Dr. Davis, of Hanibal, from old St. John's church in the presence of a large crowd of relatives and friends, who had come to pay this last mark of love and respect, and the mortal remains of our friend were laid in eternal rest nearth the oaks on the side of a hill in the churchyard cemetery, where sleep many of her kindred and friends. The grave was hidden from view by a wreath of flowers, which had been gathered not only from the hot house of the florist but in quantities they came form the gardens of neighbors and friends and even the little purple asters that grow by the wayside.
"Death brings us sleep, eternal youth and immortality."
C.L.T.
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