Nashua Reporter 12/17/1914
OBITUARY OF MRS. E. T. TRUSTY
Emily Ann Peterson was born at Bondhead, Canada, Oct. 9, 1849, and died at her home in Ionia, Iowa, Dec. 5, 1914, being sixty five years of age at the time of her death. In 1850 she came to Illinois with her parents where she resided until 1861 when they moved to Chickasaw county, settling on a farm one mile north of Ionia. On Dec. 19, 1866, she was united in marriage to Alfred Huffman who died in 1867. To this union was born one daughter, Alfretta. On April 28, 1870, she was again married to Enoch Trusty who preceded her to the other shore on April 16, 1914. To this union seven children were born, of whom six are still living. The deceased leaves to mourn her death two brothers, Nathan Peterson of Dawson, N. Dak., Solomon Peterson of Marshalltown; one sister, Mrs. Mary Quaife, of Travers City, Michigan; five sons, William of Waterloo, Vernon of Ocheyedan, Ramond of Lancaster, California; Lester and Leo of Ionia; two daughters, Mrs. Roy Young of Chickasaw and Mrs. Roy Parrish of Reinbeck, also two step sons, Andrew, of Farley, Minn., Alonzo of Waterloo; one step daughter, Mrs. Alice Gerbolt, of Ionia; eighteen grandchildren and two greatgrandchildren.
Mrs. Trusty had been ailing for a year but not so much so that there was any cause for alarm until her disease was pronounced a cancer. Her children were summoned, all of them but Raymond and a step son Andrew being at her bedside at the time of her death. Mrs. Trusty was one of those dear women who was centered in doing good. Her one aim in life was to scatter sunshine around all she came in contact with. She was a loving wife, devoted to the husband she buried only a short time ago, a noble mother who worked faithfully for her large family of children and step children, a grandmother who will be remembered by even the little ones scarcely able to lisp more than the word "Grandma", a kind neighbor and friend. He home was always one of welcome for everyone, all can truly join in saying:
"She is gone!" Loop back the curtains
Let the sunlight in once more
Let it tinge the wall with radiance
Let it shimmer on the floor
We have need of all its brightness
For our hearts so sad and lone,
And the shadows darkly lying
Seem to whisper, "Mother's gone"
"She is gone." We watched beside her
As she faded day by day
Till at last the soul unfettered
Left nothing but the form of clay
O such sorrow! O such parting!
O such grief oppressed us then
When we saw her homeward starting
Never to return again.
