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Regier, Gus A. (1894-1936)
Mennonite Weekly Review obituary: 1936 Nov 11 p. 5
Birth date: 1894
text of obituary:
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— Friends here have received word of the death of Gus. A. Regier, well known farmer of Alta township, who died suddenly and unexpectedly at his home last Sunday. A number from Newton expect to attend the funeral services which are to be held at the Hebron church this ofternoon [sic] Mr. Regier was 42 years old.
Mennonite Weekly Review obituary: 1936 Nov 25 p. 5
Gus Regier, son of Cornelius and Mary Dyck Regier, was born on Nov. 5, 1894, at Moundridge, Kansas and passed away suddenly and unexpectedly early on Sunday morning, Nov. 8, 1936, reaching an age of 42 years and three days.
He received his early education in the public school near his home. later he attended the Parochial School in Goessel, Kansas, and was graduated after finishing the two year course. After this he finished a short course at the Kansas Agricultural College in Manhattan.
The departed was deeply interested in nature, and loved his farm work, seeking ever new and better methods of farming through various methods of experimentation. He was also active in the Agricultural Adjustment program, serving on one of the local committees.
He led a quiet life, and was a sturdy, honest and highly respected member of his community. He was kind to everyone, and his greatest delight was found in helping others. This unselfishness made him beloved among those who knew him best and came in close touch with his life.
His mother preceded him in death by about seven years, and his father by only a year and a half. He leaves to mourn his departure three sisters, Mary D., Anna D. and Clara, two brothers, Ferdinand and Paul, one sister-in-law, Mrs. Paul Regier, one nephew, Jerome Koller, one niece Jean Meredith, all of Moundridge, Kansas, four uncles and one aunt, and many other relatives and friends.
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no saddness [sic] of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me ar,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
The immediate members of the family wish to thank all for the help and expressions of sympathy, for the comforting songs, and for the floral offerings int he time of their bereavement in the departure of their brother.
