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Peters, D. C. (d. 1932)

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Mennonite Weekly Review obituary: 1932 Mar 2 p. 1

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Accident Claims Life Of Henderson Man.

The accompanying report of the tragic death of D. C. Peters, Henderson, Nebr., is taken from a letter written by J. J. Friesen, Review correspondent of Henderson. The Review tenders its sympathy to the bereaved family. — M. S.

Henderson, Nebr.

February 22, 1932.

Dear Editor and Readers of the Review:

Today we have a real sad affair to report. Last Thursday D. C. Peters hitched four horses to his wagon and hauled a load of wheat to Stockham, taking a load of coal home. All went well until he had just crossed the railroad, a short distance north of town. Here something happened, and since Mr. Peters was alone, no one seems to know just what. The four horses, wagon and Mr. Peters fell down a grad [sic] about fifteen feet high. Mr. Peters was pinned to the ground beneath the wagon. Within a short time, and before help could reach him, his body was lifeless. It was a hard blow for the family and a shock to the whole community. About six months ago on the same date (the 18th) his youngest child had the misfortune of being run over by an auto while it was backed out of their garage. As a result the child died.

On Sunday the funeral for Mr. Peters was held in the M. B. church. Perhaps this has been the largest funeral that ever took place in this vicinity. The large, roomy M. B. church could not hold all that had come to pay their last tribute to the departed and their sympathy to the bereaved for the loss of a dear husband, father and neighbor.

Rev. H. D. Epp and Rev. J. T. Epp spoke words of comfort to the bereaved, the former in English and the latter in German. After about 1200 had viewed the remains, these were taken to the Ebenezer cemetery south of town, to their final resting place.

After the interment a number of friends and relatives, some of whom had come from Kansas, were invited to the basement of our church, where a lunch was served.

J. J. Friesen