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1856 - 1940 (84 years)| Name | Sarah E. Pettitt | |
| Born | 29 Jul 1856 | |
| Gender | Female | |
| Died | 8 Sep 1940 | Kewanee, Henry County, Illinois  [3] |
| Person ID | I727 | Vigor Family Tree | Matthew Vigor's side of the family tree |
| Last Modified | 5 Jan 2006 | |
| Father | Samuel Pettitt, b. 7 Jan 1821, d. 18 Mar 1903 (Age 82 years) | |
| Mother | Sophronia Troyer, b. 15 Jul 1820, d. 10 Jul 1922, Kewanee, Henry County, Illinois (Age 101 years) | |
| Family ID | F254 | Group Sheet | Family Chart |
| Family | James Porter Heaps | |
| Married | 10 Jan 1878 | |
| Last Modified | 1 Sep 2005 | |
| Family ID | F256 | Group Sheet | Family Chart |
| Documents |  | At least one living or private individual is linked to this item - Details withheld. |
 | Poem by Alveretta in 1903. Page 12 of a document created in 1969 by Izora. Click the source link to see the entire document. Poem: I am eighty-three today, ah me-- How fast the years glide by. My birthday comes and ere I think One more is drawing nigh. In looking back the time seems short, Yet crowded in those years Are many griefs and many joys Glad smiles and bitter tears. I mark with joy the happy hours In days gone by I've past With husband, children at my side-- Too great a joy to last. For in the church yard one May day My husband's form was laid And words can never, never tell How dark my life was made. But for my precious children three I, too, would fain have died But thoughts of them gave me fresh hope To keep them near my side My grief was great yet hard I tried To Say, "Thy will be done." For faith seemed shaken at the first But grace has led me on. Dark were the days, I journeyed on Alone my grief to bear Once more death came and took my babe And left me weeping there. The years rolled on and passed, and I Once more became a wife. Four children more were given me And cheered me on through life. And still the years rolled on and they Are men and women grown Yet still to me are just as dear Since childhood days have flown. For each has tried to be to me True as the stars above And in return I give them all A mother's tender love. I have my children, but alas A chair is empty there My dear companion fell asleep The angels' home to share. Can it be true he will not come And call my name once more? No, but ere long I'll go to him When earthly days are o'er. Yes, eighty-three years old today How many more for me Will number on this side the grave This side eternity? Yet few or many though they be I fear not death or harm For God is ever at my side With his protecting arm. --Mrs. Alveretta Wood (1903) At the top of this document it is stated that 1903 was "sixteen years ago." I don't know if this typewritten version was from 1919 or if Izora retyped this document in 1969 with everything else. |
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