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 Phillip Kretschmer - Columbus City Cemetery, Columbus, TX Posted by:  jhuoni
N 29° 42.238 W 096° 33.102
14R E 736867 N 3288491
This cemetery is known as Columbus' Old City Cemetery (as the Texas Historical Marker at the gate says), City Cemetery, or Columbus City Cemetery. No matter what name you use, there are some very nice headstones to be found here.
Waymark Code: WMWPMJ
Location: Texas, United States
Date Posted: 09/27/2017
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Although this cemetery needed a good mowing on the day of my vist, it is understandable that the grass has grown tall. My visit here came a month after this area was hit by the rains of Hurricane Harvey. Mr. Kretschmer's Obituary: ( visit link) In the death of Mr. Phillip Kretschmer, who departed this life on the 19 August, Columbus loses one of her old-time business men, who has been a resident of the city for twenty-one years. He died after a three weeks' illness of inflammation of the bowels and other maladies, in his forty-eighth year. He was born at Maffersdorf, Bohemia, April, 1849, and in his twenty-fourth year moved to Weimar in this county, where he resided about eighteen months, coming to Columbus in 1876. He assisted the late Mr. Theodore Harde in business until his death last Thursday. Mr. Kretschmer was of a quiet, unobtrusive disposition, attending strictly to his own business, and had many friends among those who knew him best. His remains were committed to earth last Thursday afternoon at 4 o'clock under the auspices of Odd Fellows and Hermann Sons, the Rev. H. C. Howard officiating at the residence and the grave. To the bereaved relatives the Citizen tenders sorrowful sympathy. This monument has great detail and is in very good condition.
Date of birth (optional): 04/26/1849
Date of death (optional): 08/19/1897
Headstone text (optional):
Phillip Kretschamer
Born April 26, 1849,
Died Aug. 19th, 1897.
God, in his wisdom, has
recalled,
The boon his love had
given;
And though the body
moulders here,
The soul is safe in
Heaven.
Upon our dreams their dying eyes
in still and mournful fondness rise;
What fond strange yearnings
from the soul’s deep cell
Gush for the faces we may no more see;
How are we haunted in the wind’s low tone
by voices that are gone:
Looks of familiar love
that never on Earth
our aching eyes shall meet,
But they are where these longings vain
trouble no more the heart and brain;
the sadness of this aching love,
Dims not Our Father's House above,
nor shall the love so purified be vain,
Severed on Earth, we shall
meet again.
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