

  <p>Crum, Annie Sayre</p>
  <p>Passed: 1945-12-31</p>
  <p>Age: 75</p>


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  <p>Obituary Date: 1946-01-02</p>
  <p>Information: CRUM SERVICES AT ANTIOCH TODAY    Funeral services for Mrs. Anna Crum, 75, will be held at the Antioch church near Cottageville today with her nephew, Rev. Harry F. King of Wheeling officiating and burial will be in the church cemetery.  The Vail undertakers have charge of the arrangements.    Mrs. Crum died at a Spencer hospital Monday evening at five o&#39;clock following a long illness.  She was a daughter of the later George W. and Mary Jane Sayre and was born January 18, 1871.    She was preceded in death by her husband 17 years ago, and four children also preceded the mother in death.     (additional information from second obituary)    Annie Sayre Crum was born January 18, 1870.  On Christmas Day, 1889, she was married to James O. Crum, son of Martin and Lacy Crum, whose farm joined the Sayre farm.    For a time they lived in a log house on the farm of her father but soon established themselves in the home which has long been known as The Crum Home.    Into this home were born 13 children, 12 boys and one girl, ten of whom are living today.  They are:  Clyde G. Crum, of Huntington; Mrs. Clara Galford, of Roanoke, Va.; and Sarl H. Crum, of Newport News, Va.; Kenneth, Hoyt, Hobart, Henry, Karl, Welch and Belmont, all of this county.    Two sons, Clyde and Kenneth, served in Wordl War I, and two in World War II Karl and Belmont.    Funeral services were held on Wednesday, January 2nd.    The following poem clipped from this newspaper several years ago was found with the instructions that it be read at her last rites.    THE LAST VOYAGE    Some time at eve, when the tide is low,    I shall slip my mooring, and sail away.    With no response to the friendly hail    Of kindred craft in the busy bay    In the silent hush of the twilight pale,    When the night stoops down to embrace the day    And the voices call in the water&#39;s flow    Some time at eve when the tide in low,    I shall slip my mooring and sail away.    Through the purpling shadows that darkly trail,    O&#39;er the ebbing tide to the unknown sea,    I shall fare me away, with the dip of a sail,    And a ripple of water to tell the tale    Of a lonely voyage sailing away    To the mystic isles, where at anchor lay,    The craft of those who have sailed before    O&#39;er the unknown sea to the unknown shore.    A few who have watched me sail away    Will miss my craft from the busy bay    Some friendly barks that were anchored near,    Some loving souls that my heart held dear;    In silent sorrow, will drop a tear.    But I shall have peacefully furled my sail    In mooring sheltered from storm or gale    And greet the friends, who have sailed before    O&#39;er the unknown sea, to the unknown shore.</p>


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