Mrs. David O'Quinn
Obituary - 1918

MRS DAVID O'QUINN-----  PRESS & STANDARD March 6, 1918 Pg 5

(SELENA RAMSEY O'QUINN)

Williams, March 5 (1918) Mrs David O'Quinn died at the Clara EsDorn Infirmary in Walterboro Saturday morning following an operation. Mrs O'Quinn was very ill when taken to the infirmary and little hope was entertained as to her recovery, so her death, while quiet a shock to her family and friends was not wholly unexpected.

 Mrs O'Quinn was 62 years of age and was prominent in the life of the community. She was the mother of a number of children all of whom have taken their places as strong men and women, and are well thought of and known. She is survived by her husband (David Elijah O'Quinn) and the following children: Mrs R C Brabham, Mrs Henry Carter, Mrs H C (should be H O) Wynne, Misses Ruth and Dell O'Quinn and J T, J L and Newton O'Quinn. She also is survived by one brother, Joseph Ramsey.

 The funeral was held Sunday in the presence of a large concourse of relatives and friends. The services were conducted at the grave by Rev W B McCuen, after which interment was had at the family plot.

SELENA O'QUINN    PRESS & STANDARD MARCH 9, 1921 Pg 3

In sad and loving remembrance of our darling mother, Lena O'Quinn, wife of David O'Quinn, who departed this life March 1,1918.

 
Since that day of pain and sorrow, Three weary years have passed,

But your smile still lingers near us, Sweet as when we saw you last.

Dearest mother, thou has left us, And thy loss we deeply feel.

But the God who has bereft us, He will all our sorrows heal.

 
Three long years have passed, our hearts are sore, time flies on we miss you more;

Your loving cheerful voice and sweet loving face, No one can fill your vacant place.

 
Your memory is as fresh today - As in the hour you passed away;

Long days and nights you were in pain, You looked for cure, but looked in vain,

But God, who knows all things best - Relieved you of your pain and gave you rest.

 
Mother, dear, how we all miss you; You who left us just three years ago.

Can we help from being lonely? When your sweet voice we hear no more?

 
You will never be forgotten, dear mother. Never shall your memory fade;

Loving thoughts will always linger around the grave where you are laid.

 
They closed her dear eyes so gently- Sightless now and dim;

O're her peaceful bosom they folded her hands so thin; Weary hands that labored, us from want to keep; Now they rest forever, poor tired mother, sleep,

We lay upon her bosom, O so tender and so true; Pure fragrant flowers, fragrant with the dew. Ah, our hearts are heavy with the dew of tears; Mother to know that thy form lies cold and silent there.

 
The month of March recalls sad memories Of a loved one gone to rest

And those who think of you today, dear mother Are the ones that loved you best.

 
Momma, dear, you cannot on earth with us stay, Then we must ever pray to our Heavenly Father above - For his mercy and his love.

 
Momma now you are with Jesus, All you sufferings are o're, Bright, happy angels over on the other shore. While we wait here heart-broken and trouble sore,

Our sadness is made lighter when we think of meeting Where we will part no more.

 
Often, mother, we sit and think of you, When we are alone. For memory is the only thing - That grief can call it's own. Forget you, no, we never will.

Oh, how we loved you then, and always will.

 
So we smooth your silver tresses On you brow so calm and cold.

And across your tranquil bosom Tenderly your hands we folded

 
A precious one from us is gone A voice we loved is still;

A place is vacant in our home which never can be filled.

 
God in His wisdom has recalled The boon His love had given.

And though her body slumbers Her soul is safe in Heaven.

 Mother, dear, sweetly slumber till we meet.

 Children,

 Doreen (Wynne)  and Delle (Smith)