Oregon City Enterprise, June 11, 1897
DIED – CHARMAN
– in this city on Friday morning, June 4, 1897, Minnie G., wife of Fred R. Charman
After a long and patient struggle, bravely and heroically borne, mortal endurance reached its limit, and the weary spirit found the rest that cometh as a boon after fruitless suffering. When the race was run and the end drew night, death had no terrors for her, and to yield up the burden of life brought no regret save the sorrow and pain of parting from those she loved. All that loving sympathy and kindly and skillful ministration could prompt and do in her behalf, was done by her relatives and friends but to no avail. In the last days, medical skill and tender care was directed solely to alleviation of her sufferings, and after a perceptible rapid decline, the end came early Friday morning, peacefully as the lapse into quiet slumber.
Minnie G. Cochran was the eldest daughter of Fannie L. and the late Hiram Cochran. She was a native of Vancouver, Washington, but came to this city with her parents when she was a mere child and has lived here ever since. She was united in marriage with Fred. R. Charman seventeen years ago and leaves two sons, one 15 and the other 11 years old, as the fruit of that union. Mrs. Charman was a prominent member of the Rebekah lodge and the members of that fraternity attended the funeral in a body. She was also a communicant and earnest worker in the Episcopal church. She was possessed of an unusually sunny disposition and seemed to get out of life all there was in it. She was constantly employed in some good work, and of her it can be truly said that, “none knew her but to love her, none named her but to praise.”
The funeral was conducted from the Episcopal church Sunday afternoon by Rev. J. W. Powell, of Portland, only a small portion of those who gathered to pay the last tribute of respect to the memory of the departed being able to gain an entrance into the building. The floral tributes were very numerous and beautiful. After the services at the church one of the largest processions ever witnessed in the city formed and moved slowly and sadly to the Odd Fellows cemetery, where loving hands laid gently to rest all that was mortal of the loving wife, the fond mother, the kindly affectionate sister and the true friend; while sweet flowers, fit emblem of the purity and gentleness of her whose grave they decorate, were placed upon the little mound beneath which her body peacefully awaits the time when “this mortal shall have put on immortality and death shall be swallowed up in victory.”
Mrs. Charman’s last request was made on Thursday, the day before she died, and is but another evidence of her self abnegation. She told her sister, Mrs. Nettie Robinson, that she wanted to get five baskets, fill them with her choicest flowers, which she seems to have had saved for that purpose, tie them with ribbons of the class colors and present them in her name to Marjorie Caufield, Annie Dungey, Lulu Hankins, Charlie Babcock and Thompson Meldrum, members of the graduating class of Barclay school and particular friends of the deceased.
The pallbearers were W. E. Pratt, J. G. Pilsbury, Henry Meldrum, J. T. Apperson, S. R. Green and Geo. A. Harding.