Jackson County OR Archives Obituaries.....Davis, Angelia Melissa Langdon August 11, 1900
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Medford (Oregon) Mail, Friday, 17 Aug 1900, p. 3, c. 4
Obituary–Mrs. A. A. Davis. Died–-In Ashland, Oregon, at the home of H. H. 
Hosler, on Aug. 11, 1900, Mrs. Angelia M. Davis, aged fifty years, one month 
and twenty-one days. Angelia Melissa Langdon was born June 20, 1850, at 
Beaver, Penn. In early childhood she lived in Iowa and from there she moved to 
Minnesota, where, on Nov. 5, 1871, she was married to Mr. Ansil A. Davis. Four 
children blessed this union, Mrs. Effie Halley and Orin Davis, of Medford, 
Mrs. Grace Hosler, of Ashland, and Scott Davis, also of Medford. Deceased also 
leaves two brothers and two sisters behind to mourn her loss. One of these is 
Mrs. Hazel of our own city. The brothers and the other sister still reside in 
Minnesota.
Eleven years ago Mr. and Mrs. Davis moved to Medford with their family. Here 
Mr. Davis engaged in milling and other business and prosperity attended his 
efforts, so that today Mr. Davis is accounted one of our most substantial and 
prosperous business men in Southern Oregon. 
The deceased was a lover of her home, and greatly attached to her family. She 
was converted a few years ago and united with the Presbyterian Church of 
Medford, while Rev. A. S. Foster was its pastor. Mrs. Davis had been a great 
sufferer for several years. Three years ago she was struck by a work train and 
severely injured. She never regained her full strength after the accident 
occurred. About two years ago she gradually grew worse, and all that medical 
skill could do, was done for her; but it was impossible to cure her. Toward 
the end she often spoke of the rumbling, roaring water which she heard, and 
said it must be the river of death drawing near. She seemed ready and was 
prepared to go. Among her last words, were the following to her daughter, Mrs. 
Halley: “You all can, and do move around, while I cannot; but must lie here 
helpless, but some day I will make a grand move–to Heaven. That will be grand, 
won’t it, Effie?”
The funeral services were held last Sunday at 2 o’clock, at her home in 
Medford, whither her body had been brought from Ashland. Her pastor, Rev. 
Adolph Haberly, preached the funeral sermon. A large number of relatives, 
friends and fellow townspeople were present at the funeral to pay their 
respects to the departed. The floral offerings were numerous and beautiful. 
The remains were laid to rest in Odd Fellows cemetery under the shade of a 
protecting oak.
The words of the following poem were a part of Mrs. Davis’ mother’s obituary 
and are included here because they are dear to the family.
To Mother’s Memory: Gone, and the world to go on as before, / Gone, with a 
smile, from the old homestead door; / Dear faithful heart, to come back never 
more, / To your old home nevermore. / Gone, and the seasons to come and go, / 
Wreathing her grave with blossoms and slow, / Snow, on the bosom that 
sheltered us so– / Cruel and pitiless snow, / Home is not home–mother’s not 
there; / Dark is her room; empty her chair; / Angels have taken her out from 
our care, / Lifted her over life’s stairs. / Even the sunlight misses her 
face, / Mute things her sayings and doings retrace. / Winds sing a dirge about 
the old place; / So lonely seems that old place. / Dear willing hands, they’re 
well done their share; / Tired and worn, a pitiable pair; / Once they were 
slender, soft and fair, / Long years ago, they were fair. / No more in anguish 
the poor heart will bow; / Fadeless the crown that encircles her brow; / Clad 
in the garments of angel-hood now; / Fetterless evermore now. / And wen we’ve 
done with earth and its care, / Folded our hands in a last mute prayer, / 
Mother will reach for us over life’s stairs; / Over life’s wearisome stairs. / 
Sleep, mother, sleep, with your hands on your breast; / Poor, weary hands, 
they needed their rest; / We loved you well, but God loved you best; / Dear 
heart, He’s given you rest.

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