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- "Montgomery County, Indiana USGenWeb Project;http://ingenweb.org/inmontgomery/
BIOGRAPHY
Anna Reynolds VanCleave
Obituary
Anna Reynolds VanCleave
Date of Death: July 30, 1940
Anna Reynolds VanCleave, daughter of William and Elizabeth StoutReynolds, Was
born near Shelbyville, Ky., April 2, 1855. When she was two years oldthe family
came to Indiana. At the close of the Civil war she returned to herKentucky home
but later she came again to Indiana and made her home near Freedom.
One of the most interesting stories of the pioneer days was the storyof Morgn
and his raiders coming to her father's plantation. When we think ofher living
through the Civil war days to the present time what her life of 85years means.
Aunt Ann as every one called her, united with the Freedom Baptistchurch in her
girlhood. On Jan. 25, 1874, she was married to Daniel Brewer VanCleaveof New
Market. They established their home one and a half miles south-west ofthis
place. She united with the Old Indian Creek Christian church whichlater
disbanded. She then placed her membership with the New MarketChristian church
and continued true to her faith until she was called to her heavenlyhome July
30, 1940.
She is survived by three sons, Joseph W. and J. Frank VanCleave of NewMarket
and Dr. W. E. VanCleave, of Talihina, Okla.; one daughter, Mrs. MerleF. Coons
of. Crawfordsville; three grandchildren, Wayne VanCleave of NewMarket; Maurice
VanCleave of Talihina, Okla., and Harold Coons of Indianapolis; ahalf-sister,
Mrs. Milton Laughlin, and a half-brother, Jesse Reynolds, both ofCayuga. Her
husband, Daniel B. VanCleave, preceded her in death Aug. 2, 1928.
She loved her home and it has always reflected the high standards ofliving.
Many are the friends, who have enjoyed her genial hospitality.
When we think of Aunt Ann's 85 years and how she has gradually failed,slipping
closer and closer to the sunset of life, we are reminded of the poem:
"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 a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell
When I embark,
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may hear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar." [Transcribed 27 May 2008, SLJuhl,Compiler]
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