Press Gazette
Hillsboro, Ohio
July 1, 1941
Obituary
Maria H. Malcom, daughter of Wm. And Mary Elizabeth Vance, was born near New Market, Ohio May 14, 1854, and died at the home of her sister, Mrs. Anna Eakins, in New Market, June 14, 1941, aged 87 years and one month.
She was united in marriage to Thomas A. Malcom, July 25, 1878 he having proceded her in death on April 20, 1931. Six children were given to this marriage, one of them dying in childhood. The living are Oscar, Jesse, Mrs. Earl Haines, Mrs. Harry Tribbet and Mrs. Walter Wilson.
Besides the children, she leaves to mourn her passing, three brothers, four sisters, nine grandchildren, and ten great grandchildren.
She united with the New Market Baptist Church March 23, 1871, and was faithful and devoted member of this church until her death.
No truer eulogy can be paid her name than to say she was a good woman, a good mother, and a good grandmother and a good neighbor. But today she sleeps. It is we who speak. Tomorrow our lips may be silent and other voices speak as we are doing now. The dream moments are sure to come when the happiness of a lifetime melts away in one sad moment. Yet, when the pale messenger lays his hand upon an accomplished life, a life which has rounded out to years allotted to human endeavor; when those years have been filled with usefulness, and crowned with love and gratitude, lies down calmly and peacefully to her final repose, we may grieved, but we cannot complain.
The tears of deep affection cannot be kept back but the voice of reason is hushed. To complain at the close of such a life as Mrs. Malcolm’s, is to complain that the ripened fruit drops from the overloaded bough and that the golden harvest waits for the sickle To complain such circumstances is to reprove the Creator because he did not make man immortal on earth. We cannot understand, and here we shall never know.
We must find hope in growth, faith in conscience, and courage in knowledge. We can do this only by living as she did. All is a comfort to have had her with us and to have heard, as we hear now, the echo of her voice.
What a consolation it is that where she was known, respected and loved, she gladdened the everlasting God by lying down to dreamless sleep in the unmolested hope of Glorious Immortality. Her sunset has come but we believe it was a sunrise that will never again set.
Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of
the bar,
When I put out to sea
But such as tide as moving seems
to sleep
Too full for sound and foam.
When that which draw from out
the boundless deep
Turns again home