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Show LITTLE FREDDIE CAMPBELL PASSES The whole community was saddened sadden-ed by the announcement that Freddie Levi Campbell had passed away late Friday night. Though his death had been anticipated, yet the breaking of the last ties was not without its pain. Every resident of Milford has been interested in the tremendous fight this brave child made to stay with his loved ones, and everyone has admired and respected the courage and fortitude forti-tude with which Mr .and Mrs. Campbell Camp-bell have faced the inevitable end. Death came easily as a laying down of a heavy burden, his last words to his mother still echoing in her ears: "Don't cry, Louise, I love you." Funeral services were held in the L. D. S. chapel at 3 p. m. Sunday. The services were as follows: solo, M. J. Christensen; solo, "In the Time of Roses," Juanita Miller; Raymond Taylor, William Miller and Bishop E. H. Bird were the speakers. Solo, "Lay My head Beneath a Rose," J. M. Hughes; reading, "Little Boy Blue," Helen Kinney; Lullaby, by Mrs. Ralph Quayle; benediction, Supt. S. M. Wittwer. Interment was made in Mountain View Cemetery at Beaver. The floral flor-al offerings were profuse and especially espec-ially beautiful, each carrying to the broken hearted parents its message of kindly remembrance and loving sympathy. The out of town relatives and friends who attended the services were: Mrs. Sarah E. Campbell, grandmother of Salt Lake City; Mrs. S. Sorenson, age 35, great grandmother; grand-mother; Mrs. Andrew Hansen, Harold Har-old Hansen, James Sorenson of El-sinore; El-sinore; Mrs. Neils Jensen, Mrs. Ed Larsen, Mr. Levi Howd, Lorraine Price, Supt. S. M. Wittwer, Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Miller, Mrs. Alex Hamilton Hamil-ton and Vie Smith of Beaver and Mr. and Mrs. Maurice Johnson of Cal-iente. Cal-iente. Freddie Levi Campbell was born in Milford, September 2 1929 and died June 3, 1932, aged 2 years 9 months and 1 day. His entire life has been spent here with his parents and grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. F. R. Levi. About a year ago trouble developed de-veloped in his left shoulder resulting in sarcoma, and though he underwent an operation to relieve the condition it steadily grew worse. All that medical aid and loving care could do was of no avail and the end came after months of patient endurance. Death does not seem our friend, but who may question the wisdom of a loving father who transplants there rarer blossoms into his heavenly garden in his own good time. From every little life that passes into the Great Beyond a multitude of virtues rise from fragrant memories to brighten this world with the sunshine of their presence, and out of bruised and fainting hearts come mercy, charity and love to walk the world and bless it with their use. "Suffer the little children to come unto me and forbid them not for of such the kingdom of Heaven." "And a little child shall lead them." |
