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The Goldendale Sentinel, Goldendale, WA., June 1, 1911, page 11

EDWARD WILLIAM TATE

Edward William, little son of Reverdy and Margaret Tate was born near Goldendale, Wn., Nov. 27, 1908, and died May 17, 1911, of that dread disease diphtheria, being at the time of his death, two and a half years of age.
Little Ned was a bright sunny disposed child, creeping into the affection of everyone and remaining there. He was a favorite with all who knew him.
Another little chair is empty, another home is bereft of its proper share of sunshine, other parents must pick up and put away the play things left scattered over the floor, never to be played with again.
Another little child has gone to that better Home and there calls to us, the bereft ones, to live aright.

"Like a delicate bud when the winter chill breathing
Prevents its fragrance from filling the air,
Death's cold icy touch, his baby face wreathing,
A smile of contentment and happiness there.
Our sweet little darling, though sadly we missed thee.
And bravely the heartaches we strive to endure,
We know that the angels in heaven have kiss thee,
And welcome thee home to that beautiful shore." Auntie.

CARD OF THANKS.

We wish to thank our friends and neighbors for their kindness and help during the sickness and death of our baby boy.

Mr. and Mrs. R.L. Tate.

The Klickitat County Agriculturist, Goldendale, WA., June 3, 1911, page 3

IN MEMORIAM

Edward William, little son of Reverdy and Margaret Tate was born near Goldendale, Nov. 27, 1908, and died May 17, 1911, of that dread disease, diphtheria, being at the time of his death, two and a half years of age.
Little Ned was a bright, sunny disposed child, creeping into the affection of every one and remaining there. He was a favorite with all who knew him.
Another little chair is empty, another home is bereft of its proper share of sunshine, other parents must pick up and put away the playthings left scattered over the floor, never to be played with again. Another little child has gone to that better Home, and there calls to us, the bereft ones, to live aright, for we know that the influence his baby life cast among us can never be effaced.

"Like a delicate bud when the winter chill breathing
Prevents its fragrance from filling the air,
Deaths cold icy touch, his baby face wreathing,
A smile of contentment and happiness there.
Our sweet little darling, though sadly we missed thee.
And bravely the heartaches we strive to endure,
We know that the angels in Heaven have kiss thee,
And welcome the home to that beautiful shore." Auntie.