Proctor - Charles Wallace
CHARLES WALLACE PROCTOR
Source: Crawfordsville Journal Review, April 23, 1945
Again God, in His infinite wisdom, has seen fit to call from our midst, a good man. Charles Wallace Proctor, son of the late Webster and Martha Williams Proctor was born on October 26, 1875, near Russellville, Indiana and passed to the life beyond, at the family home on Sunday morning, April 22, 1945, age 69 years, 5 months, 26 days. He was first married to Jennie Gardner, who preceded him to the Home above, many years ago as did also their infant daughter, his parents and an infant brother. On June 7, 1923 he was married to Ona Kelly and once again he had a happy home and a real helpmate. One son, Donald Wayne, blessed this union and the proud father witnessed his graduation from high school on April 18th. To Donald: “He was more than a father, He was a pal, a friend, And his sweet, kindly spirit Clung with him to the end. May the kindness he showed And the great love he bore, Be returned to him there On that Heavenly Shore.” In his early life, he confessed his faith in Christ, placing his membership in the Hebron Christian church, under the pastorate of Rev. J. C. Ashley, later moving his membership to Russellville. He has spent over fifty-two years in the poultry business and has served faithfully on the town board the past five years. His life records many good deeds done and much joy along the way. He will long be remembered as a devoted husband and a loving father and a kind neighbor and friends to all who knew him. Besides his faithful companion, and devoted son, he leaves one sister, Mrs. Florence Rayl, a very dear uncle and aunt, Mr. and Mrs. Willis Williams of North Salem, a kind and loving father-in-law, John W. Kelly, several nieces and nephews, a host of friends and the brothers and sisters of his wife and their families to whom he was genuinely attached, a fond sister-in-law, Pearl Goff and brother-in-law, Fred Gardner. In his departure, he has left to his son the priceless legacy of a good name which is to be chosen rather than great riches. His going is not only a loss to his own household, but to the entire community. “The one for whom we cared with such abiding love Has found the wonderous shining path up to his Home above; The Home where joy forever dwells, where loved ones only wait For us to share their happiness beyond the Heavenly gate. Life is never all gladness nor all sorrow, After the darkest night the sun will shine again, No one hears the door that opens when they pass beyond all call, Soft as loosened leaves of roses, one by one, our loved ones fall.” – jlr