This is a Message Board Post. Reply to the message or author by clicking on the link below. *************************************************************************** MESSAGE: (#142353) Luyre Constance Smith <http://iagenweb.org/boards/clayton/obituaries/index.cgi?rev=142353> AUTHOR: Ann Marie Rock DATE: 1/23/2007 at 13:55:32 Surnames: SMITH,WALTHERS LUYRE C. SMITH IS GIVEN TO GRAVE Oldest Daughter of Mr. and Mrs. L.D. Smith Died Saturday. Luyre Constance the little daughter of Mr. and Mrs. L.D. Smith passed away at 11:30 Sunday evening at their home south of town. The little one was taken sick a few days before and on Saturday morning an operation for appendicitis was decided upon. When the operation was performed the appendix was found to be in such a condition that little could be done and there was little hope of her recovery. Luyre Constance Smith was born Feb. 20th, 1914 and in the brief time she was here her baby fingers twined like tendrils around the hearts and lives of all who came in contact with her. Sad indeed are the hearts of the parents who have lost a precious jewel from their home and the hearts of the community are with them in their sorrow. The funeral services were held Tuesday afternoon at the Evangelical church. Rev. Franke officiating and burial was in the East Side cemetery. Luyre’s Sunday school class attended in a body and four of her young friends acted as pallbearers. They were Ruth Carpenter, Ivenell Beamer, Mildred Becker and Charlotte Turner. The following is taken from Rev. Frankes’ address: Little Luyre was an exceptionally bright child, the darling of Father and Mother and brother Clyde, the little mother of baby sister L’Dean, a favorite with her playmates and beloved by relatives and every one who knew her. She just loved to go to Sunday school and would hardly wait for the Sunday to come; even in her sickness and suffering she thought and spoke of it. Now she has joined the heavenly throng of little children in a temple, far superior to any place this world of ours is able to offer, to sing heavens’ sweet melodies. I cannot say, I will not say, That she is dead - she is just away. With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, She has wandered into a betterland, And left us dreaming how very fair It needs’ must be, once she lingers there. And you - Oh you, who do mostly yearn, For the old-time step and the glad return Think of her faring on, as dear In the love of There as the love of Here; Think of her still the same, I say - She is not dead - She is just away Those that mourn little Luyre’s departure out of this world are: The parents: Mr. and Mrs. L.D. Smith, one brother; Clyde, one sister; L’Dean, the aged grandmother; Mrs. C. Walthers, uncles and aunts and many other relatives and friends young and old. But altho weeping, we may rejoice to know that whatever of vicissitudes we may ourselves be called upon to experience, the height of the Christian hope falls upon the little mound that covers the earthly remains of the precious darling, as a voice from heaven gives the comforting assurance, “It is well with the child.” >From scrapbook my grandparents had (Luyre was my grandfather's (Clyde Smith) little sister)