Shelby County Indiana
The Shelbyville Republican
The funeral services of Mrs. Joseph Levinson were held at the house yesterday afternoon. Rev. Duncan making a few remarkds appropriate to the occasion. The Rabbi at Indianapolis, whose servics[sic] were sought, could not come. The attendance was quite large.
Monday, March 31, 1902
The remains of Mrs. Joseph Levinson will be interred at Forest Hill to-morrow afternoon at 3:30 o'clock. Rev. Duncan will officiate.
Saturday, March 29, 1902
Mrs. Joseph L. Levinson ended this life at 11:30 o'clock this morning surrounded by the members of her immediate family. Mrs. Levinson, whose maiden name was Helena Leckner, was born in Rogasen, Prussia, May 26, 1872. She was married at the place of her birth to Joseph L. Levinson, Nov. 2, 1847, and they came to Shelbyville at once where they began the toils of life together, which continued for nearly fifty-five years in unbroken happiness. To this union were born seven children, N. J., of Portland, Oregon; L. N., of Phoenix, Arizona; Max, of Chicago; Mrs. Herman Pink, Mrs. Carrie Alexander, and Miss Sophia, of Indianapolis, and A. L., of this city, all of whom, together with the husband, survive her. The funeral services will be held Sunday morning, Rabbi Messing, of Indianapolis, officiating.
Friday, March 28, 1902
DEATH OF MRS. LEVINSON
With the sudden announcement of the death of Mrs. Helena Levinson came the thrilling thought that one more tie that bound us to Earth had been broken. True, she was one generation removed from the writer, but was she not the tried and true friend of our Father and Mother.
A PERSONAL TRIBUTE.
Helpful in sickness, sympathetic in sorrow, charitable and benevolent in adversity and need, she will be sincerely mourned by all who knew her.
She came to Shelbyville a bride, and occupied with her husband what was known as the "Sprague cottage," a cozy little cottage next to "Sprague House," the best hotel then here and the writer was carried in those motherly arms into that little home when but an hour old with the red rose placed beside her by the dear old family physician. They are all gone now, mother, physician and sweet friend, but the memory of her warm, generous words and deeds will always live in the hearts of her family, neighbors, and friends.
Contributed by Phyllis Miller Fleming
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