A Miami County Newspaper
August 4, 1929

"There is no death. What seems so is transition."

It is a moving out of the house of delay into a new and glorious body with life eternal.

Rhoda Perry, nee Brooks, lived in her tenement of clay for 80 years, 1 month and 5 days. At 2 A. M. July 30, she was called 
from this earthly life to her eternal home, there to live forever with the redeemed of the Lord.

Mrs. Perry was born and read in the faith of the Friends Church, in which denomination she still holds her membership, at 
Ludlow Falls, O. For a number of years it was possible for her to worship with her church, so she and her husband affiliated 
with the Church of the Brethren in her home town where both were active in the work of Sunday School and church.

Mrs. Perry was a woman who truly exemplified in her life the Psalmists idea of a model wife and mother, for she did do her 
household good, and took great joy in serving them with "the labor of her hands."

As a neighbor or friend, she was preeminent. All living near here are grieving over her departure; she was genial, kind and 
helpful in her associations with them.

In the year of 1874, she was married to F. M. Perry and for almost 55 years they have walked spirit mingled with spirit 
sharing life's joys and sorrows and at this end of the journey together were even more lovers than at the beginning of their 
married life-what more could be said of her as a wife?

To this marriage two children were born, one of them, Mrs. Emma Stolz, preceded her mother in death 23 years ago. The eldest 
daughter, Mrs. Olive Nicodemus, was privileged to minister to the needs of her mother during her eight weeks of her 
suffering, and spared no effort to aid in mitigating the sufferings of her mother, and to render help in making the last days 
as comfortable as could possibly be.

Husband, daughter, four grandchildren and five great grandchildren are parting for awhile from one who will always be to them 
a sweet memory, and other relatives, with neighbors and friends sympathize with these, the nearest and dearest, in their 
great loss.

In closing we will say with our Master, "She is not dead, but sleepeth."

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