Mrs. D. A. Friend, Phoebe Margaret Rush, daughter of James H. and Sabina Rush, was born in Garrett County on March 24th in the year 1854. She became the wife of Rev. D. A. Friend on March 30, 1873. She was the mother of three children; Lloyd L. Friend, who resides in Charleston, WV, where he is supervisor of High Schools for the State of West Virginia, and professor in the University at Morgantown, WV; Flora A. Fowler, a trained nurse, and the wife of Capt. W. Frank Fowler, M. D. who resides in Rochester, NY, and G. H. Friend, a civil engineer , who for many years has been in the employ of the Western Maryland Railroad Company, and has his offices and resides in Hagerstown, MD. >From her childhood, Mrs. Friend was indeed a model Christian. She loved her bible, which was her daily companion, and her place was always filled in the house of God unless really hindered. She taught a class in the Sabbath school wherever her husband preached the gospel. During the years of her residence in Friendsville she was teacher of the married womens class, and was president of the >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>(text is missing) M. E. church for many years and until her death. As a home keeper, she was indeed hard to excel. She had a place for everything and everything was kept spotless and in the right place. She was never idle, but was a most skillful worker in all manner of fancy rugs and pillows and scarfs and other fine things of many designs. As a minister's wife she was always a model of faithfulness and was a devoted and loving mother. She died of heart affection after several weeks of increasing illness. The end was absolutely peaceful when she breathed her last at eight o'clock on Sunday evening, February 16th 1919. Her funeral services were conducted in the home by the Rev. Wm. Anderson, her pastor, assisted by the Rev. Young, pastor of the Lutheran church. She was laid to rest in the Blooming Rose cemetery, by the side of her father, mother, and little brother, who had preceded her to the better land. "We know that she is happy, With her angle plumage on, But it makes our hearts so desolate, To think that she is gone." [Clipping does not include the name of the newspaper]