***************************************************** Kay Gabel KGabel606@aol.com The following newspaper clippings of obituaries are from a large collection I have. If you have any questions on these I will be glad to help where I can. Kay Gabel <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Transcribed by volunteer Carole L. (Mohney) Carr for St. Joseph County Michigan USGenWeb >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ROCKELEIN, Mrs. Nicholas, died April 16, 1905 ROCKELEIN, KIMBLE Mrs. ROCKELEIN was born in Bayern, Germany, Nov. 12, 1853, and died at her home in Leonidas township, April 16, 1905, aged 46, 5 months and 4 days. Mrs. ROCKELEIN received her education in her native town, and at the end of her school days was considered the best in her class, and received many prizes to that effect. She was very popular among the young people of her town, and many sorrowful tears were shed when they heard of her intended trip to America. At the age of 24 she came to America with her cousin, stopping at New York; not being satisfied there she came to Akron, Ohio, where she was united in marriage to Nicholas ROCKELEIN in 1883. One year later they came to Michigan and to the farm where they have since lived. Mrs. ROCKELEIN was a woman ready and willing to help any one in need, and no matter how she felt during her wearisome illness she was always glad to lend a helping hand and do her part. She was loved and respected by all who knew her, especially her children, who feel the loss of both father and mother so deeply. The love she possessed for her husband who passed a way scarcely three weeks before, caused her sudden death, as she always made this remark, "I can never live if my husband is taken away." She leaves five daughters, two sons one sister and one brother, also many other relatives and friends to mourn her loss. The funeral services were held April 19th at St. Edward's church, Mendon, and interment in St. Edward's Cemetery. In Memory of Our Dear Parents; Gone, but not Forgotten. We loved them, yes, we loved them, But the angels loved them more, And they have sweetly called them To yonder shining shore. The golden gates were opened, A gentle voice said "Come," And with farewells unspoken, They calmly entered, home. Yours with much sympathy, Mrs. John W. KIMBLE END