Mr. Tom Frizzell
 
 
Copy of obituary from the Dialville, Texas paper.
 
 
Mr. Tom Frizzell Died Last Thursday Night and to our sorrow once more we are called upon to 
chronicle the death of one of our highest esteemed citizens, Tom Frizzell, age 49 years, who 
departed this life at his home in this city last Thursday night (March 19, 1914), after a short illness 
of pneumonia. Mr. Frizzell has only been a residence of this city hardly a year, having moved here 
from Palestine, but had made many friends here during this short period.  He was a devoted Christian, 
having united with the Baptist Church at the age of 14, and only about a month ago, he and his 
wife united with the Methodist Church here.
        
        We know thou are gone to the home of the blest,
        Then why should our hearts be so sad,
        We know thou are gone where the weary find rest,
        Where the mourner looks up and is glad;
        Where love has put off in the land of its birth,
        The stains it had gathered in this,
        And hope the sweet singer that gladdened the earth,
        Lies asleep in the bosom of bliss;
        Tom Frizzell has gone to his God, and his forehead
        Is stared with the love that dwelt in his soul,
        Where the light of his loveliness cannot be marred,
        Nor the heart come back from its goal.
        We know thou hast drank of the lithe that flows,
        Through a land where they do nor forget;
        That sheds over memory only repose,
        And takes from it only regret.
        
        His remains were laid to rest Friday afternoon in the Rocky Springs Cemetery, Rev. Huddleston, 
pastor of the Methodist Church held the funeral service. The News and its readers tenderly condole 
with Mrs. Frizzell and three little daughters (Note: there were two daughters and one son, Pauline, 
Catholine and Thomas) in their sad hour of affliction and sorrow, because of the Providence and 
Wisdom of God in the taking away of their husband and father, and commend them to Him Who 
suffered and died that we may live.
 
Submitted by his granddaughter, Doris Bowman