CATHERINE E. PARRY. POULTNEY, RUTLAND COUNTY, VERMONT.
Mrs. Catherine E. Parry, beloved wife of Robert R. Parry, mother of Arthur, Myfanwy, Idris, Edward, Blodwen, Elved, Gladys and Ivor, passed away at her home in Forest Hills, Long Island, on June 16th.Mrs. Parry was born in Llanberis, North Wales, eighty five years ago. In 1888 she came to America and lived on the Pacific Coast. Later the family came to Poultney and for a time resided in Middle Granville. They moved to New York in 1906. Mrs. Parry and her family were active members of the Welsh Church in Middle Granville, and at last Sunday's service of worship two hymns were sung in her memory - Lead Kindly Light and Jesus, Lover of My Soul (Aberystwyth).
A funeral service was held in the Welsh Presbyterian Church, Poultney on the afternoon of June 19th. The organ prelude was played by Mrs. Herbert Jones and consisted of hymns which Mrs. Parry loved : 'Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee'; 'Abide with Me' and 'In the Hallow of His hand'. Dr. Lewis Jones of Ballston conducted the service and read the Twenty Third Psalm and other portions of Scripture. He gave an eloquent and comforting prayer in the Welsh language and the congregation joined in singing that soul stirring Welsh hymn :
Bydd myrdd o ryfeddodau
Ar doriad bore wawr,
Pan ddelo plant y tonau
Yn iach o'r cystydd mawr.
Oll yn eu gynau gwynion,
Ac ar eu newydd wedd
Yn debyg idd eu Harglwydd
Yn dod i'r lan o'r bedd.
Internment was in the family plot in the Poultney cemetery. The bearers were W. Harry Williams, Russell I. Williams, Sr., Robert T. Williams, of Poultney, and Edwin Williams of San Francisco, California.
Mrs. Parry was devoted to her home, her church, and family, and in that circle she will be greatly missed. She was possessed of those virtues which endeared her to all. Her cheerful manner and kindly welcome will long be remembered by those who have enjoyed the hospitality of her home. The profusion of floral offerings was a fitting tribute to her who loved flowers.
"I love a lily, the fairest and most fragrant in all the garden, which was culled by an unseen hand. Bemoaning my loss, I sat down and wept until through the tears, I beheld the Master, who in the tenderest tones of love said to me. "Why weepest thou?" He led me into the most beautiful garden I have ever seen, and there, more glorious than ever, in full bloom in the garden of God, I beheld her for whom I sorrowed. It was thus my heart learned the lesson that the beautiful is but the transplanting of a flower by love's gentle hand and though the garden is bereft of its beauty, yet it is blessed with abiding sweetness and treasured fragrance," (The Ideal Mother.)