March 29, 1920
Laura Jane Anderson
Laura Jane, eldest daughter of John H. and Virginia M. Anderson, was born at South Solon, Ohio, on September 11, 1854, and was called to her eternal home on Sunday, March 7, 1920, aged 65 years, five months, twenty-six days.
On April 7, 1878, at Plain City, she was married to M. T. Murray, and for almost 42 years, they shared the responsibilities and trials, the joys and sorrows of a home together. To them were born seven children: five sons, Wilbur, of Plumwood; Chester, of Alton: Howard, of London; Walter, of South Vienna; Dewey, of Plumwood, and two daughters: Mrs. Bessie Reed, of Camp Chase and Mrs. Maud Ford, of Portsmouth.
She is survived by her husband, all her sons and daughters, sixteen grandchildren, three sisters and a brother.
During the pastorate of Rev. A. L. Rogers, she united with the M. E. church at Plumwood, and remained its faithful worker until the day of her death.
Thus briefly are set forth the dates and facts of her earthly life, but these give no estimate and furnish no measure of the usefulness of this good woman. Her three-score and five years were filled with good deeds and her forty years of motherhood are best attested by the sons and daughters, whom she trained to be useful, upright members of the communities in which they live. Truly her children arise up and call her blessed and the heart of her husband doth safely trust in her.
After her sons were grown and gone, her mother love reached out to take in her little niece, Irma Anderson, so early bereft little girl was given the same love and care her own children had enjoyed.
But her generous usefulness was not confined to her home circle alone. Where ever there was need, there went Laura Murry with her arms filled with gifts, where there was sickness, her willing skillful hands came to lighten the burden, and when there was death, she came to comfort and to do the last sad things. How many, many times has she carried her flowers and blooming plants to this church to make it beautiful for the last rites of friends and neighbors. She was one of the most active workers of the Monroe Red Cross during the years of its activities and her busy fingers made many garments for the boys overseas. In the work of the church she was never found wanting, but was a generous giver of her time and goods, nothing asked was ever too hard or too much. No one ever heard her complain, in fact, her life was so full of unselfish deeds that it would seem she had no time to think of herself, and her domestic and neighborhood activities were continued up to the last week of her life. Like the good Dorcas of old, her love for humanity was exemplified by the work of her busy hands and the alms-deeds which she did.
"Her home to her was shrine and throne
But one love held her not alone;
She sought out poverty and grief,
Who touched her robe and found relief.
So sped she in her Master's work,
Too busy and too brave to shirk,
When thro the silence, dusk and dim,
God called her and she fled to him."
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