Etc. -- Mary Ann Dyer's 1917  funeral reading
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A lightly edited transcript of an article on page 1 of 1 Nov 1917 Simcoe Reformer newspaper.

In Memoriam

At the funeral service for the late Miss Mary Ann Dyer, held yesterday afternoon at her residence, Dr. Dey read the following appreciation of the deceased lady, who had been a resident of Simcoe for about 70 years:

Today we lay to rest the redeemed dust of Mary Ann Dyer, one of Simcoe's oldest links between the present and the past. 

She has had her home in Simcoe for about 70 years, all that time laboring with her hands as a milliner or dressmaker, so helping to support her mother and sister and herself in competence and independence and doing her bit in matters civil and religious.

She knew Simcoe even 72 years ago, for her father was then pastor of  Presbyterian Churches in Vittoria and Simcoe, and little Mary Ann, then 10 years old, used to come with him from Vittoria, where they lived to the Sunday services here.

You knew her as one diligent in business; "she ate not the bread of idleness." She was careful and conscientious in her work.

You knew her as a faithful and consistent member of the church to which she contributed of her hard earned means until sometimes she had to be restrained. 

You knew her as a generous friend to those with whom she could share in times of need. 

You knew her as a keen and steady reader and an extraordinary conversationalist with an infallible memory.

Having outlived two generations, one would expect her to be well-nigh alone in the world, but her business activity, her social disposition, her wide reading and her faithful attendance at church till very recently, kept her wonderfully in touch with the world around her and sustained her sympathetic interest in its affairs, and so made life worth living.

A weird happening in her young life which flung its shadow over it till lately, was the death of her father. He left Galt, where he was pastor of St. Andrew's congregation, and went up Lake Superior to visit some of his countrymen who were mining there. The boat on which he sailed was never heard of again, and 'no man knowth his sepulchre till this day.'

For years they looked for his return. Then later, Miss Dyer cherished the hope that the mystery of his death would in some way be solved; but it remained a mystery, which we trust has now been revealed to her satisfaction by her much loved father.

We rejoice with her, remembering that having passed the three-score years, her strength lately had become labor and sorrow; but now she has heard the Master's welcome

"Servant of God, well done,
Rest from thy loved employ;
The battle o'er, the victory won,
Enter thy Master's joy."

Blessed are the dead which died the Lord, from henceforth; yea, with the Spirit, that they may rest from their labor and their works do follow them.

The interment took place at St. John's Cemetery, Woodhouse.

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