Obituary

Emaline (Loucks)

Hoover Wise

Mrs. Emaline Wise was born to William and Martha
(Rhinebolt) Loucks on November 11, 1859 in Harrison

Township, Elkhart County, Indiana, as the second child of nine.

She was united in marriage to Isaiah Hoover on June 22, 1882.

To this union were born four children: three girls and one boy

(one daughter preceded her in death). Her children pay her

the highest honor in saying: "As a mother, she was best."

She united with the Church of the Brethren at the Camp Creek

Congregation in early womanhood, and became a member

of the Union Center Congregation in 1904. She remained

an active and faithful member throughout life and was a

great inspiration to all who knew her.

After it was impossible for her to attend services, she

appreciated the many favors given by the church in her

own home. Her interest in the church and devotion to

her Savior were deep until death.

Mr. Hoover passed from this life in 1901, and in 1904

Emaline was joined in marriage to Jeremiah Wise.

Mr. Wise passed from this life on December 1, 1937.

Emaline passed from this life quietly on February 18, 1946

after an extended illness of several years of which she

was bed-fast the last six weeks, at the age of

86 years, 2 months, and 21 days.

She leaves to remember her in hope and love, three

children: Mrs. Lewis (Mary) Shively of Clyde, New York,

Mrs. Alfred (Martha) Brechtel of Bremen, Indiana,

and John (Cora) Hoover of Nappanee, Indiana;

five step-children: Mrs. Vern Stickel, Elkhart, Indiana,

Edward Wise, Nappanee, Indiana, Mrs. Alvin Bollinger,

Wakarusa, Indiana, Mrs. Dwight Stickel of Osceola, Indiana,

and Irvin Wise at home; two sisters: Mrs. John Ebersole of

Granger, Indiana, and Mrs. Edward Abbeihl of Breman,

Indiana; fourteen grandchildren; fifteen great-grandchildren;

twenty-eight step-grandchildren who were very close;

other relatives, her church, and a host of friends.

So Live

So live, that when thy summons comes to join

The innumerable caravan, which moves

To that mysterious realm, where each shall take

His chamber in the silent halls of death,

Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night,

Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed

By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,

Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch

About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

- William Cullen Bryant -