Surname : Hamm

Given name : Mary Luella

ID # : Not sure if related.

Current date : 30 September 1988

Location of Source : Patrick J. Henry

Date of record : Unknown

Source : newspaper clipping (obituary)

Mrs. Mary Foringer

Died, March 9, 1924 from diabetic poisoning Mrs. Mary (Hamm) Foringer. Silently and softly as the falling of snow-flakes upon the bosom of a winter sea her immortal spirit severed the last silver cord which had held her captive in a body that was broken and useless to a spirit youthful, vivacious, and ever anxious to serve and sacrifice in the achievement of that which was to her "The good, the true and the beautiful" in the lives of all with whom she came in contact, or with whom she might have companionship.

Heaven’s breath can not be overmore more fragrant than is the perfume that clings to sacred remembrances of the life she lived while yet she was with us. Mary Luella was the daughter of J. B. and Kate (Baird) Hamm and was born December 20, 1878 and was therefore 45 years of age at the time of her death. Was married to R. M. Foringer October 15, 1901. To this union five children were born namely, Harold, Ethel, Henry, Catherine and Russell.

She leaves three brothers and two sisters: Hardy, of Dayton, Was.; Gale, of New Bethlehem; Frank, Mrs. J. B. McMaster and Mrs. John Delp all of whom reside at present in her home community.

Funeral services were held from her late home Tuesday March11 and were conducted by the Rev. Holden. Interment in the Leatherwood Presbyterian cemetery.

And now that the family circle is broken, -

We may not sunder the veil apart

That hides from our vision the gates of day;

We only know that their barks no more

Sail with us o’er life’s stormy sea;

Yet, somewhere, I know, on the unseen shore,

They watch, and beckon, and wait for me.

And I sit and think when sunsets gold

Is flashing on river, and hill, and shore:

I shall one day stand by the waters cold,

And list to the sound of the boatman’s oar,

I shall watch for a gleam of the flapping sail,

I shall pass from the sight of the boatman pale

To the better shore of the spirit land.

I shall know the loved who have gone before,

And joyfully sweet will the meeting be

When over the river, the peaceful river,

The angel of death shall carry me.