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Note: Otis H. Whitman Otis Herman Whitman, son of John W. and Mary Elizabeth Whitman, was born Dec. 14,1869, at Neodesha, Kansas. He departed this life Sunday, March 30, 1952, at his home in Bolivar, Mo., at the age of 82 years, 3 months and 16 days.
He was the last survivor of a family of three children, the other two being a brother, John W. Whitman, and a sister, Mrs. Clara Lane.
On January 18, 1894, he was united in marrage to Annie Susan Brown. To this union nine children were born. Mrs. Whitman passed away four years ago.
He was converted in a revival meeting held in Pleasnt Hope, Mo., in 1922 but never united with any church. He wasn't able to attend church often but was a faithful listner to many good sermons and church services over the radio.
Most of his life was spent on a farm in the Brighton and Pleasant Hope communities, until he moved to Bolivar five years ago.
He was a man of strong character and high ideals, and a man who honered his word. He spoke the truth. He believed in God and expressed his faith in God to his Family and friends.
He bore his suffering patiently, and all who knew him have a confidence that he receive rich reward in the Father's House.
He leaves to mourn his passing four sons and five daughters, Ben F. Whitman, Tom W. Whitman, David S. Whitman and Ira G. Whitman all of Bolivar, Mrs. Nannie M. Anderson, Mrs. Grace Benton and Mrs. Magdaline Byrd of Bolivar, Mrs. Carrie E. Lake of Junction City, Kansas and Miss Pearl Whitman of Los Angles, California.
Sergeant Roy G. Pierce, a nephew was reared in the Whitman home and is with the Army, being stationed now at Cocoa Florida.
Also surviving are 14 grandchildren, and a host of other relatives and friends.
Funeral services were held at 2:30 o'clock Tuesday afternoon, April 1, in Calvary Baptist Church in Bolivar, with the Rev. Clarence Salsman and the Rev. Gerald Hager officiating. Burial was in Greenwood Cemetery.
The pallbearers were Jim Ruzicka, Woodrow Scroggins, Elmer Smith, Otis Hook, Leo Smith and Joe Kroutil.
Getting used to being lonesome-- That's the part that's hard to bear! Getting used to all the heartaches, Night and day for missing you; Getting used to being lonesome-- That's what we must learn to do.
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