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The West Klickitat News, Bingen, WA., May 15, 1936, page 1

MARY WOOSLEY SERVICE HELD
Mother of Local Men Passes Away Friday, May 8 at Hood River Hospital

Last service formalities were conducted Monday for Mrs. Mary E. Woosley of White Salmon. The service took place at the Congregational church with Rev. A.E. Derby delivering the sermon.
Interment was in the I.O.O.F. cemetery following the ceremony at the church.
Mrs. Woosley had been at the Hood River hospital and had undergone an operation from which it was impossible for her to recover.

OBITUARY

Mrs. Mary Elizabeth Woosley was born in Virginia in the year 1884, and passed away May 8, 1936 at the Hood River hospital.
The family moved to White Salmon in 1914 from Colorado where they had previously made their residence for some years.
Two sons, McKinley and Verley Woosley, were born to the marriage of Mrs. Woosley to Benjamin Franklin Woosley, now deceased. Both sons are employed at the present time in Bingen.

The Enterprise, White Salmon, WA., May 15, 1936, page 2

MRS. MARY ELIZABETH WOOSLEY

Mrs. Mary Elizabeth Woosley was born Mary Elizabeth Able, on December 6, 1884, at Abington, Virginia. She died May 8, at Hood River.
She was married to Benj. F. Woosley, January 3, 1902, and came to White Salmon in 1914 where she has since lived. Benj. F. Woosley died January 23, 1922.
She leaves two sons and one step-son: Mack Joseph Woosley, Verley R. Woosley and James B. Woosley. Two sisters, Mrs. Eliza Clarke, Bluefield, W. Va., and Mrs. Susan Clarke, Abington, Va.
Funeral services held at the Congregational Church Monday afternoon.
Rev. A.E. Derby, of Peshastin, Wash., officiated. Remains were laid to rest in the I.O.O.F. cemetery.

MY SONG FOR MOTHER

When I was but a tiny thing,
You cradled me against your patient breast,
And sang your lilting lullabies of love
While I slept on, by baby dreams possessed.

And so through all of the intervening years
You have been singing songs of love to me,
Dear songs of courage, and of faith, and hope,
That comforted and taught me tenderly.

God spoke to me first through your loving lips
In words of wisdom, and in songs of praise,
That I might learn to trust His gracious power
As superseding futile human ways.

I love your singing, little mother mine;
Your voice, heart-taught, soars sweetly clear today,
The while your darling hands with humble tasks
Make home a lovesome place in which to stay.

And though my song for you can never be
More than the cadenced echo of your own,
Yet I would sing it as a token of
The deepest, dearest love my life has known.

F. Ina Burgess.

CARD OF THANKS

We wish to express our heartfelt thanks to the many friends and neighbors who so kindly expressed their sympathies during our recent bereavement.

Verley R. Woosley,
Mack J. Woosley.