This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Westfall Fish Classification: Obituary Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/an/RRB.2ACE/6167 Message Board Post: Died at Saranac Lake, N. Y., one Oct. 26th, 1918, of tuberculosis, Dena Westfall Fish, aged 33 years, 5 months, and 5 days. Her body was brought to her home in Dunkirk from which after short services it was removed to the home of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Westfall, of West Valley, where on Tuesday, Oct. 29th, services were held by their pastor, Rev. Dimpfl. Internment in Mt. Hope Cemetery, West Valley. Dena Westfall was born in Machias, on May 21st, 1885. Early in childhood, she became a member of the congregation of the Lutheran church at Plato, N. Y., from which she took a letter joining Grace Lutheran church at Dunkirk together with her husband, of which they have been consistent and worthy members to the time of her death. In January, 1909, she graduated from the Elmwood Conservatory of Music, Buffalo, in which institution she was an instructor until the time of her marriage. On June 27th, 1910, she was joined in matrimony with Dr. Glenn Russell Fish, Optician, of Dunkirk, where she has since resided, a respected and beloved member of the community. Her short life was a peculiarly happy one. Possessed of a gently and loving disposition she ever strove to make those about her happy and ever after the shadow of the disease which claimed her as a victim, fell upon the happiest of homes, she strove, with her waining strength to brighten and console those about her and even in the last trying hours when life's frail breath wavered to the end she was cheerful and resigned, feeling 'For me to live is Christ and to die is gain.' Her social activities in her circle were numerous and her church in which she and her husband were teachers and singers claimed her conscientous service. In the winter of 1917-18 when the efforst of the Red Cross sept over the county she entered heart and soul into its activities, taking a course in first aid and thereafter instructing class after class until failing health and strength imolated her upon that dear emblem of crucifixion. She selected as part of the service the beautiful 23rd Psalm, beginning: 'The Lord is my Shepard, I shall not want.' in the truth of which her faith was strong and steadfast. Although the funeral was private the house was filled with friends who came to mourn with the many relatives. The flowers were in profusion and beautiful and at the cemetery they entirely covered the bank of earth, doing away with the bitter suggestion of 'earth to earth' and so we laid her away that beautiful autumn day where the golden sunshine fell athwart her grave and left her with the sweet hope and faith in the ressurection