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Obituary- Stiles, Mary

Mary (May) Amanda Moseley Stiles
Mary Amanda Stiles, the daughter of Rachel and Leandar Moseley, was born on Oct. 16, 1880, at Eagle Bridge, New York and departed this life on July 30, 1949, at the age of 68 years, 9 months and 14 days.

At the age of 6 weeks she came with her parents to Rossville, where she spent the greater part of her life.

She was united in marriage to Norris T. Stiles on April 24, 1901 and to this union two sons were born. Mrs. Stiles was a member of the Methodist church, and Amaryllis chapter of the Order of Eastern Star.

For the past 35 years she has been engaged in the business of real estate. During all her years in this community her main motive in life was the welfare of her children to whom she gave full devoted care and to other relatives and friends. Memory of her kindnesses will long by cherished.

She leaves her two sons David W. Stiles, St. Lawrence, So. Dakota; Howard N. Stiles, Rossville; five grandchildren; a sister Mrs. Violet Cummings, a brother, Walter Moseley, both of Topeka, a number of other relatives and a host of friends.
Funeral services were held Wednesday afternoon at the Methodist church with the pastor, Rev. Don Jones officiating.

Music was furnished by Mrs. O. S. Boyd and Mrs. Marlin Harth with Mrs. Joe Campbell accompanying at the piano.

The pallbearers were Vernon Conley, Bill Conley, James Conley, Walter Canill, Warren Pendleton and Clyde Rogers.

Burial was in the Rossville cemetery, with the Eastern Star in charge of the graveside service.


A TRIBUTE TO MAY STILES
That’s Why I Called Her Friend
One whose grip was a little tighter, One whose smile was a little brighter, That’s why I called her friend.
One who’d lend as quick as borrow, One who would share your joy-and sorrow, That’s why I called her friend.
One whose mind was a little keener, One who avoided those things that were meaner, That’s why I called her friend.
One since she is gone we’ll miss her sadly, One we’d welcome back again gladly, One who though angered would not speak madly, That’s why I called her friend.
One who was always willing to aid you, One whose advice has always paid you, One who’d you defend when others flayed you. That’s why I called her friend.
One who was fine when life seemed rotten, One whose ideals we have not forgotten, One who has given us more than she’s gotten, That’s why I called her friend.
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