He was a dairy farmer most of his life; Retired from the Ohio Fuel Gas Co; A steadfast member of the Bethesda Church of Christ.
I was Grandpa's girl. (as with all of his grandchildren) I followed him everywhere. Although he died when I was very young, I have many wonderful memories of him. He and Grandma lived on a farm south of Bethesda, Ohio. I loved walking, or riding horseback with him down their long driveway to get their mail. We spent many summers picking berries of all kinds. I always followed him to the barn to watch him milk the cows. He would spray the barn cats with milk, as they sat up to lick it up, just to see me laugh.
At his request, this poem was read at his funeral:
"Crossing the Bar" by Alfred Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me,
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of time and place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
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Though your smile is gone forever, and your hand we cannot touch
We still have many memories of the one we loved so much
Your memory is our keepsake with which we'll never part
God has you in his keeping, We have you in our hearts
Sadly missed, but never forgotten
He was a dairy farmer most of his life; Retired from the Ohio Fuel Gas Co; A steadfast member of the Bethesda Church of Christ.
I was Grandpa's girl. (as with all of his grandchildren) I followed him everywhere. Although he died when I was very young, I have many wonderful memories of him. He and Grandma lived on a farm south of Bethesda, Ohio. I loved walking, or riding horseback with him down their long driveway to get their mail. We spent many summers picking berries of all kinds. I always followed him to the barn to watch him milk the cows. He would spray the barn cats with milk, as they sat up to lick it up, just to see me laugh.
At his request, this poem was read at his funeral:
"Crossing the Bar" by Alfred Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me,
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of time and place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Though your smile is gone forever, and your hand we cannot touch
We still have many memories of the one we loved so much
Your memory is our keepsake with which we'll never part
God has you in his keeping, We have you in our hearts
Sadly missed, but never forgotten
Family Members
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William Sample Tolbert
1856–1856
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Robert Francis Tolbert
1858–1915
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Elenora Tolbert Todd
1859–1904
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John Samuel Tolbert
1860–1900
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Clement L Tolbert
1865–1939
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Thomas Jefferson Tolbert Jr
1869–1936
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Addie Mae Tolbert
1871–1873
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Albert Eaton Tolbert Sr
1874–1903
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Archibald Parker "Park" Tolbert
1876–1965
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Mary Belle Tolbert Perkins
1880–1961