In Loving Memory-Elizabeth Peacher




Funeral Memorial Card of Elizabeth Peacher.

     I was intrigued when I came across these two pieces of funereal ephemera- a Remembrance memorial card and a program from the service of Mrs. Elizabeth Peacher. Obviously a wife and mother much loved and a woman held in respect within her community who led a hardworking, full and long life.





First page of Elizabeth's program with personal information.


     Elizabeth (Wilson) Peacher was born on the 23rd of October, 1825 in Paris, Tennessee, the daughter of Benjamin Wilson originally of Virginia.


An excerpt from the program...


"Mrs. Elizabeth Peacher was the wide of James Peacher who died November 1, 1890. They came to Linn County, Missouri in 1850. Sons and daughters living;"


Mrs.Mary Palmer                             William R. Peacher
Clinton J. Peacher                             Alfred Leo Peacher 
David J. Peacher                               Mrs. James Glenn
John W. Peacher                               Mrs. Amanda Woods
Jesse W. Peacher
George B. Peacher


     Elizabeth died on the 13th of December 1910 in Linneus, Missouri at the age of 85 from "lobar pneumonia."


     Her services were held at her home and she was interred at Rose Hill Cemetery in Brookfield, MO. The Rev. F.A. Henry presided and a choir of four sang "Jesus, Love of My Soul", "Rock of Ages" and "Shall We Gather at the River." There was a wreath of roses, carnations, and sweet peas presented by her children and a spray of carnations and ferns from Mrs. Rusk, the funeral directors wife.














Upon the Remembrance card is a poem... Gone But Not Forgotten


A precious one from us has gone,
A voice we loved is stilled;
A place is vacant in our home,
Which never can be filled.
God in his wisdom has recalled,
The boon his love had given,
And though the body slumbers here,
The soul is safe in heaven.









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