Clare, Lucy (Gleason) (August 7, 1876 - November 12, 1921)
Mrs. T.A. Clare Dies in Denver
Douglas Budget - November 17, 1921Douglas friends were shocked to learn of the death last Saturday of Mrs. Thomas A. Clare, which occurred at St. Joseph's hospital in Denver that day. Mrs. Clare had been in poor health for some time, but the serious nature of her ailment was not suspected until recently. She underwent an operation for the removal of a tumor and was getting along well until a relapse set in and her death followed.
Mrs. Clare made many friends during the years she lived with her family in Douglas. They had but recently left here to make their home in Boulder, Colo., in the hope that the climate there would be more satisfactory for the health of Mrs. Clare and had not been settled in their new home until the urgency of an immediate operation became apparent.
Mrs. Clare is survived by her husband, a daughter, Agnes, and a son, Harold. Burial was at the old home at Princeton, Neb.
Douglas Budget - December 1, 1921Lucy Gleason was born in Owesso, Mich., on August 7th, 1876; died in Denver, Colo., November 12t, 1921. In 1893 she came to Lincoln, Neb., and the following year she was married to Thomas A. Clare. In 1910 they moved to Lincoln, residing there until 1914, moving then to Douglas, Wyo., which has been their home since that time. Besides her sorrowing husband she leaves one son and daughter, two brothers and three sisters and a host of friends to mourn her loss.
Funeral services were held at 10:30 a.m. Tuesday at St. James Catholic church at Cortland, Neb., conducted by Rev. Father Phillip of Lincoln and Father Agius of Geneva. Interment was in the Catholic cemetery at Cortland.
Mrs. Clare's health has been poorly for the past several years, yet none of her friends or even her relatives realized that her condition was so serious, being of a bright and pious disposition and always ready to releave the suffering of others, yet she bore her own in silence. Not until a few days before her death would she submit to an operation which her physician advised was necessary. Had she consented when first advised the chances are that she would have lived many years continuing this beautiful life she had lived. No one knew better than the writer of these lines the true purpose she had in life; never was she more happy than when helping smooth the thorny path of some unfortunate. Acts of charity that would make an endless chain were hers, and many are the poor that knew the value of her purse. What a consolation it must be to one who is bidding farewell to all that is worldly to have lived a life like this. The peaceful expression on her face as she lay on her pillow of white, banked with roses and chrysanthemums gave evidence that she was content to go; she knew that she had fought a good fight and she was ready to meet her reward. The large concourse of friends that followed her remains on its last silent journey gave proof that humanity and the world at large would have been better off had she lived. Farewell Lucy, how we miss you-Oh, so lonesome since you're gone. Cans't thou hear the loved ones weeping For the one they love so well. And our councils now so empty; Dearest Lucy, fare thee well. - Contributed.