Susan French
New Plymouth Sentinel
Thursday, October 18, 1915
Mrs. Susan French died at her home in this city Friday after a long illness due to old age at the age of 73 years. She was born in Jackson county, Michigan, June 23, 1842 and was married in 1866 to Columbus French. Mr. and Mrs. French have lived in Neb; Michigan, Oregon and about 20 years ago they moved to Idaho and have made their home in this valley since that time. Mrs. French and her husband were among the first to settle in this valley and took a prominent part in the social and religious affairs in this neighborhood for many years. Mrs. French is survived by a brother, Richard Graves and a son, T. D. French, both of this place. Her husband died a little over two years ago. The funeral services were held in the Congregational church Sunday morning Rev. H. F. Knight preaching the funeral services. The body was laid to rest in Park View cemetery beside the remains of her husband.
Payette Independent (Thursday, November 04, 1915)
DEATH OF OLD RESIDENT
Susan Caroline Graves was born June 23, 1842, in Jackson county, Michigan, where she grew up and on January 1, 1866 was united in marriage to Columbus French. To this union one child, T. D. French, was born. Mr. and Mrs. French came to this valley 20 years ago. Mr. French died August 22, 1913, since which time Mrs. French has lived with a sister in Washington, and son and brother here until the time of her death. the funeral services were from the Congregational Church conducted by Rev. H. F. Knight and interment was made in Parkview Cemetery beside her husband.
ONE BY ONE
One by one the flowers are dying,
As the summer passes by.
And the humming bees are sighing,
Neath the gray autumal sky.
One by one the birds are leaving,
As the autumn draweth nigh.
And the winds seem to be grieving,
for the smiling summer sky.
One by one the years are gliding,
into ages of the past.
Nothing here is long abiding,
But is every passing fast.
One by one our friends are going,
to that long eternal home.
O'er the mystic sea they're rowing,
Never more to stray or roam.
One by one the leaves are falling,
As the autumn older grows.
Soon the ice king will be calling,
From the land of cold and snows.
One by one each scene is changing
By times ever blighting hand.
Death is ever, ever ranging,
On the sea and on the land.
One by one we'll soon be landed,
On the great eternal shore.
Soon our barks will all be stranded,
On the unknown evermore.
