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AUNT HATTIE COLE


1913 Aunt Hattie E. Cole retires and town of Byron much regrets it. The announcement in the Herald here signed with business-like consciousness of Hattie E. Cole and announcing that the writer is about to retire from the area brought feelings of regret to everyone who has ever traded in Byron. Evidently the writer feels regret too for the card though brief, speaks with unconscious pathos of the good times while in Byron. It is an odd and affecting touch too, the frankly admission that the determination to sell out is due to physical and perhaps mental inability to longer continue in business. Hattie Cole is to everyone in the southern part of the county and most of Livingston county as well, beloved “Aunt Hattie Cole” who has been in business in Byron for the past quarter of a century. The lady now well along in the seventies established a small dry goods stock here in a diminutive frame store, but her perennial cheerfulness and the quality of her goods brought generous patronage, and she prospered steadily. Today, she owns and operates a fine, large brick block, one of the best in Byron and lives in one of the pleasant rooms over the store. Aunt Hattie who has no near relations, saved her money and has enough to keep her comfortably where-ever she may elect for the balance of her days. She has long been widowed and has no children. Note: Hattie’s store is now occupied by “New Image” beauty salon. Also please note that Hattie was an accomplished poet and wrote a multitude of poems for many occasions, notably deaths.

 

MARY
The four year old little girl of Mr. and Mrs.
John Alden of this township died on the 27th inst.
Of pneumonia. Funeral Thursday at the house, conducted
By Reverend Howland, burial in Byron Cemetery.

“For of such is the Kingdom of Heaven”

Dear little form in the casket,
Wee little figure in white,
Cold, unbreathing, still lovely,
She, our darling, home light.

Things that she did and has spoken,
We shall miss – all her sweet pretty ways,
We’ll weep as we fondly recall them,
Through all the long future days.

Her dear curly head rests so lowly,
Under the tear-dripping sod,
But were there not beautiful angels
Who bore her away to God?

Yea, the spirit is freed from the body,
To grow and develop in light,
To watch for the loved one’s homecoming,
And greet them with joyous delight.

How good is the God of our being,
This beautiful earth to give,
How kind when He calls us from it,
In another and better to live.

With Love, H.E.C.

Aunt Hattie E. Cole