Hi all! Bev suggested I post this to the list, so here goes. Any misspellings are straight out of the paper.... John, I'll try to send you a scanned copy later this week, as is befitting of the "keeper of the Behymers!" ---Susan Olive, second daughter of Michael and Mary Ann Behymer, was born at Locust Corner, Clermont county, Ohio, September 30, 1848; she died at Locust Corner, December 4, 1914, aged 66 years, 3 months and 4 days. At the age of 19 she united with the M.E. church of this place and it need not be said she ever remained a faithful and useful member of the church of her choice. She was married to James P. Duckwall, September 14, 1887. After his death in January, 1906, she bravely assumed the responsibilities, necessary, as a useful member of the community in which she lived and loved and in which her entire life has been spent, being born and reared upon the farm, within sight of the one to which she came when married and where she lived until her death. She loved her home and made it a home of love and happiness, where one always received a warm welcome. She was always untiring and unselfish in her efforts to make others happy and even in her last illness, when she no longer had strength to take an active part in the affairs of the household, she was ever interested and ever planning for the comfort and welfare of others, rather than of herself. She was strong in her friendships, was ever the sale friend, wise counsellor, of broad judgment, which balanced her naturally sympathetic nature, yet firm in her beliefs. She recently remarked to a member of the family that "this is a beautiful world in which to live--but if I cannot stay longer, it is all right, so many of my dear ones have gone on and I may follow soon." We will miss her, but oh! what a precious memory she leaves to the sister, two brothers, neices, nephews and friends. "And now when absent, how we'll love, To call to mind the past, To count o'er every word she spoke Before we parted last; To gather up each look, each act, And number every smile-- 'Till we ar elost, amid the gems, That gleam on memory's isle."