This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Carter, Sanderson Classification: Obituary Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/ok.2ADE/1484.1 Message Board Post: THE FREMONT COUNTY HERALD. Feb. 26, 1920. "Death Calls Many During The Week.....Grace Belle Carter".--One of the saddest catastrophies in the history of our community fell on Thursday, Feb. 19, when Grace Belle Carter, wife of Thomas J. Carter, and mother of three was called to her eternal reward. Grace Belle Sanderson was born on the home farm east of town in Prairie township 24 years ago and grew to womanhood in this vicinity surrounded by her fond family and hosts of friends. She was a neat, industrious, gentle-mannered little woman and always had a smile for everyone with whom she was acquainted. Some time ago she was stricken with the flu and was on her sick bed when a little boy arrived. By bringing a new life into the world she lost her own, but the scriptures comforts us with the assurance that "whoso looseth his life shall find it." She has laid down the burdens of life and has taken up the joys of eternity. It is upon the husband and father whom the burden descends. She leaves her husband; a son, Samuel, aged four; a baby daughter, Ruth; and the infant son; besides six sisters and her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Clint Sanderson to mourn her loss. The funeral services were held from the home at two o'clock on Friday, February 20, conducted by Rev. Calkins of Riverton and the remains were laid to rest in Sidney cemetery. "Farewell! A little time, and we Who knew thee well, and loved thee here One after one shall follow thee. As pilgrims through a gate of fear, Which opens on eternity. "Yet we shall cherish not the less All that is left our hearts meanwhile; The memory of thy loveliness Shall round our weary pathway smile, Like moonlight when the sun has set A sweet and tender radiance yet. "Thoughts of thy clear-eyed sense of duty, Thy generous scorn of all things wrong-- The truth, the strength, the graceful beauty Which blended in thy song. All lovely things by thee beloved, Shall whisper to our hearts of thee. "These green hills where thy childhood roved Yon river wending on the sea-- The sunset light of autumn eyes Reflect on the deep, still floods. Clouds, crimson sky, and trembling leaves Of rainbow-tinted woods. "These, in our view, shall henceforth take A tender meaning for thy sake; And all thou loved'st of earth and sky Seem sacred to thy memory."