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This letter was written by "Sale" Manchester, the older sister of Laura Aurelia (Hogle) Picklum, to William Picklum, Laura's husband, soon after Laura's death, from Lebanon [Iowa or Missouri]:
Lebanon July 26, 1888
Dear Brother
I received your letter last Saturday morning it was missent (sic), that was the cause of
the delay, I feel so sorry for you and little Charlie, you must be very lonesome, I think
about you and baby so much. I cannot help worrying about little Charlie - he needs such
good care now until he has his teeth, I would like very much to have him. I would do the
best I could for him and be a Mother to him, my baby is eight years old, my oldest boy
most 14 yrs., so I have no little ones, and I think he would be a comfort and a pleasure
to me - that is if you could spare him for two or three years or longer just as you see
best, I would not charge you any thing for taking care of him, only his clothing, if I had
means I would come after him, but money is so scarce with us, I could not afford the
journey, but if you could bring him to me or send him, I would receive him with gladness.
I feel it to be my duty to care for him with your consent, think the matter over and let
me know what you think about it, Who is caring for him now.
I cannot realize that Laura has gone, it don’t seem possiable (sic), I shall miss her
letters so much she was so good about writing, but of course I will not miss her like you
do, as I have never had such a trial to pass through I don’t know how hard it is but
to think about it, I feel as though I could not stand it, but Wm. let us try to think it
was all for the best, we know she is so much better off now [for God doeth all things well
and what is our loss is her gain] she will never have to suffer any more let that be a
comfort to us, I am so glad she died happy lets us try to live so we can meet her on the
other shore. let me know how you are getting along as soon as you get this as I am anxious
to know how little Charlie is doing does he miss his Mama much bless his little heart how
I feel for him. We are all well as common. I am feeling a great deal better now than I did
last week, we are having very hot and dry weather everything seems burning up we need rain
very much.
Well I must close the children are all in bed and asleep also Charley joins me in love and
sympathy to you and Charlie. good night
from your bereaved Sister,
Sale Manchester
This poem was written by Enoch Francis Hogle to his grandson, Charles Enoch Picklum, on the occasion of Charles' graduation from high school:
Believe the Bible, indeed we do
From cover to cover it’s good and true;
It has stood the test, remaineth best
While books and books have gone to rest.
It’s author still lives, always the same,
And nations all honor His great name;
Higher criticism ‘tis but a witticism
That minds so small could grasp it at all.
So we’ll study that grand old letter
That has made the world better,
And can break any fetter
That Satan and sin can forge.
Such a wonderful, wonderful Savior,
He is flooding my soul tonight,
I can almost hear His footfalls
And see His presence bright.
His arms of love are around me,
The rapture no tongue can tell;
Such a wonderful, wonderful Savior,
He doeth all things well.
Such a wonderful, wonderful Savior,
He has taken my sins away,
He’s washed my soul in His precious blood,
And come to my heart to stay.
He’s whispered that He will keep me
That my soul may be always white,
Such a wonderful, wonderful Savior,
I’m resting in Him tonight.
Such a wonderful, wonderful Savior,
He knows how weak I am,
But like a loving Shepherd
He upholds His tired lamb.
Till over my soul comes stealing
His words like a triumphant song,
And I realize with a joyful sound
When I am weak then am I strong.
Such a wonderful, wonderful Savior,
He’s given such wonderful joy
And a wonderful peace to my tired heart
That nothing can ever destroy.
The past with its cares are forgotten
The present’s enough for me
Such a wonderful, wonderful Savior,
I wish that all might see.
Author: Roger L. Roberson, Jr. • Last updated: 11 January 2003