Peters, Charles (1854-1937)

Mennonite Weekly Review obituary: 1938 Jan 19 p. 5

Birth date: 1854 Dec 14

text of obituary:

Charles Peters

Charles Peters was born at Bargfeld, Germany, Dec. 14, 1854. At the age of 16 years he emigrated to Canada with his parents. After living two years in Canada he came to the United States in 1872 and settled at Reed City, Mich. After living there seven years he moved to St. Johns, Mich. After living there several years, he transferred his residence to Pompeii, where he was engaged in the hardware business for about 20 years. Then he resided at various places in the vicinity of Ithaca, as a carpenter or builder until 1929 when he came to Medina Co., Ohio, living near Wadsworth until his death, Dec. 10, 1937.

He was married at Reed City, Mich. June 26, 1875, to Sis. Veronica Kuepfer. To this union were born five children: Anna, who died at the age of four years; John now of Pompeii, Mich.; Elizabeth, now of Middleton, Mich.; Lydia, now of California; and Alpha who died in infancy.

His wife died June 6, 1923. He was then married to Sister Minnie Gearig of Wadsworth, Ohio, Dec. 29, 1929, who survives him. Others surviving are four brothers, three sisters, 13 grandchildren, and many other relatives and friends, who mourn his departure.

Charles Peters united with the Church of God in Christ, Mennonite, at about 19 years of age. He served his church for a number of years as minister and died a faithful and consistent member.

Funeral services were held at Medina Co., Ohio, Dec. 12, conducted by Bro. C. G. Buerge and Bro. H. D. Fricke. Text spoken from Rev. 14: 13, Philippians 1; 21.

The following day, Dec. 13, the body was taken to Ithaca, Mich., where the brother had spent the greater part of his life, conducted by Brother Harry harms and brother H. D. Fricke. The text was spoken from the 90th Psalm, and Hebrews 12: 14. The remains were laid at rest in the Greenwood church cemetery.

The hour of my departure's come;
I hear the voice that calls me home;
Now, O my god, let troubles cease,
And let thy servant die in peace.

The race appointed I have run;
The combat's o'er, the prize is won.
And now my witness is on high,
And now my record's in the sky.

Not in mine innocence I trust,
I bow before thee in the dust;
And through my Saviour's blood alone
I look for mercy at thy throne.

I come, I come, at thy command,
I give my spirit to thy hand.

— Messenger of Truth.