Aug 26, 1912
Dear Mrs. Stermer,
Allow me to introduce myself to you. My name is Mr. Grigg. I am pastor of theImmanuel Baptist Church
Twice in the Hospital I visited, conversed with and had prayer with you dear husband. He was glad and thanked me. His room there was most comfortable – a private room large airy with the breeze blowing through it. It had a marble floor and electric lights. I had fully thought that he was steadily improving and would soon recover and was painfully surprised to learn of his death. I was not present the day he passed away (Sunday) for I was in ignorance of the fact that there was a change for the worse.
There were about twelve gentlemen at the funeral. Around the open grave – a masonry grave, I read from 1 Cor.15 and also from Revelations 21 2 chapter, I thanked those present for their sympathy. I thanked them “in the name of the widow and fatherless,” I said.
Gladly would the wife have been present during the last illness to do all that lay in her power and to speak parting words of comfort but it was given to strangers to have this privilege and it will be a relief to the widow and other loved ones in the far away home land to know of the kindness shown by you.
We, then had prayer for you, and I asked them to join with in the prayer. Then we sang “Dearer my God to Thee” and I spoke of how when the Stermer’s Titanic was going down, the band played that piece of music and the spirits of those who loved Christ soared upward to Paradise.
I told those who stood around that grave that I would write to you and tell you all. The coffin was all that one could desire for the precious body to be laid away in. The cemetery is a beautiful cemetery and the grave is bricked below and up the sides and on each side of brick over the coffin making it dry and preserving the coffin.
My wife and I send to you and to yours, our Christian love. Life is very brief. The earth is not our home. One by one we are born. One by one, we leave this world. Let us walk with our hands close clasped in the pierced hand of Christ our Savior and then we to on death shall “like birds escaped from broken cages, pass into His presence, where all mysteries are explained and where death, sin, parting, sorrow are unknown because swallowed up in blessedness.
Believe me to be your friend Ernest Grigg
The copy of the entry in my register is as follows:
Name: Age: Residence: Date of Death
John E. Stermer 40 years Yenangyaung General Hospital
Aug 18, 1912 of Peritonitis
Remains:
Buried in Cantous cemetery 19/8/12 Field Man of Norath Signh Oil Co. Leaves a widow and children in Columbus Ohio, USA
Dear Mrs. Stermer,
Allow me to introduce myself to you. My name is Mr. Grigg. I am pastor of the
Twice in the Hospital I visited, conversed with and had prayer with you dear husband. He was glad and thanked me. His room there was most comfortable – a private room large airy with the breeze blowing through it. It had a marble floor and electric lights. I had fully thought that he was steadily improving and would soon recover and was painfully surprised to learn of his death. I was not present the day he passed away (Sunday) for I was in ignorance of the fact that there was a change for the worse.
There were about twelve gentlemen at the funeral. Around the open grave – a masonry grave, I read from 1 Cor.15 and also from Revelations 21 2 chapter, I thanked those present for their sympathy. I thanked them “in the name of the widow and fatherless,” I said.
Gladly would the wife have been present during the last illness to do all that lay in her power and to speak parting words of comfort but it was given to strangers to have this privilege and it will be a relief to the widow and other loved ones in the far away home land to know of the kindness shown by you.
We, then had prayer for you, and I asked them to join with in the prayer. Then we sang “Dearer my God to Thee” and I spoke of how when the Stermer’s Titanic was going down, the band played that piece of music and the spirits of those who loved Christ soared upward to Paradise.
I told those who stood around that grave that I would write to you and tell you all. The coffin was all that one could desire for the precious body to be laid away in. The cemetery is a beautiful cemetery and the grave is bricked below and up the sides and on each side of brick over the coffin making it dry and preserving the coffin.
My wife and I send to you and to yours, our Christian love. Life is very brief. The earth is not our home. One by one we are born. One by one, we leave this world. Let us walk with our hands close clasped in the pierced hand of Christ our Savior and then we to on death shall “like birds escaped from broken cages, pass into His presence, where all mysteries are explained and where death, sin, parting, sorrow are unknown because swallowed up in blessedness.
Believe me to be your friend Ernest Grigg
The copy of the entry in my register is as follows:
Name: Age: Residence: Date of Death
John E. Stermer 40 years Yenangyaung General Hospital
Aug 18, 1912 of Peritonitis
Remains:
Buried in Cantous cemetery 19/8/12 Field Man of Norath Signh Oil Co. Leaves a widow and children in Columbus Ohio, USA
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