Funeral services were held at the Hatfield Funeral Home in Coldwater Saturday, November 14, 1964, at 2 p.m. for Mrs. Effie Maude Atteberry. Rev. A. Fred Messer, pastor of the Methodist church officiated. Organist was Mrs. Hazel McMurray, Mrs. Lena Haun and Mrs. Martha Cline sang "My God And I" and "Beyond the Sunset."Pallbearers were Ray Burditt, Karel Pavlik, Richard Bird, Willard Colter, Carl McVey, and Donald Booth.
Interment was in Crown Hill Cemetery, Coldwater.
Obituary Effie Maude Atteberry, daughter of Sarah Margaret and Matthew Highfill was born January 24, 1881 at March, Mo., and departed this life in the Comanche County Hospital, Coldwater, Kans., November 12, 1964 at the age of 83 years, 9 months, 19 days. She had been a patient in the hospital for 11 weeks.
Mrs. Atteberry was united in marriage with J. W. Atteberry August 27th, 1902, in March, Mo. Mrs. Atteberry, with her husband and family, moved to Comanche county in 1914 and resided on the farm until 1953 when they retired and moved to their home on Walnut Street in Coldwater. Her husband preceded her in death on November 16, 1960.
She leaves to mourn her passing her three daughters, Mrs. C. A. Royse of Wichita, Mrs. Irvin Turnbul of Stockton, and Mrs. Fred Clinesmith of Coldwater; three sons, C. H. L., and Glenn Atteberry, all of Coldwater; one sister, Mrs. Dona McGee of Cherokee, Okla.; one half-sister, Mrs. Hattie Alford of Portales, N. Mex.; one half-brother, Fred Powell of Dallas, Texas; 22 grandchildren and 39 great grandchildren.
Mrs. Atteberry united with the Coldwater Methodist church in 1923. Grandma Atteberry had many friends, both young and old. She had great love and understanding for her family. She shared her best with those who visited her home. Her life was her children and grandchildren.
In Memory of Grandma Atteberry.
The house seems so quiet with lights burning low
We are sad and we feel so alone;
For we miss the presence of Mother, so dear,
And the love, that we always had known.
We had known for awhile, that it wouldn't be long
'Til suffering and trails were through;
But we never could know we would miss her so much
Grandmother, eighty and three.No longer she sits at the close of the day
At ease in her old rocking chair.
No longer she sits on the old rustic porch,
With the sun on her silvery hair.
Her tired hands are folded.
The twilight has come.
She is gone, yet we know it is true
That her soul shall live on in the memory we hold,
Of grandmother, eighty and three.
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