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Eliza Jane Rorabaugh

1886 - 1966

"Eliza J. Carroll, 80, of 513 South Duke, was given funeral services at 2 p.m. Thursday in the Drumright Assembly of God Church. The Rev. M.A. Malone, pastor, officiated. Burial was in the Lawson Cemetery, Yale, under direction of Osterhout Funeral Home.

Mrs. Carroll suffered a heart attack at her home during the noon hour Tuesday and was rushed by ambulance to the Drumright hospital about 1 p.m. She died in the hospital about 5 p.m., May 3.

She was born Jan. 9, 1886 in Iowa, and moved to Drumright from Yale in 1905.

Survivors are five daughters, four sons, and 31 grandchildren. Daughters are Nora Frick of Yale, Mary Fobroy of Oakland, Calif.; Lucy Edwards of Wichita, Kans.; Sylvia Tippit of Drumright; and Mrs. E. E. Turner of Oklahoma City.

Sons are Nate Carroll of Amorett, MO; Bryan Carroll and Woodrow Carroll both of Route 1, Drumright; and Lee Carroll of Seminole. "

 The Drumright Journal, Thursday, May 5, 1966
 
Below are my own personal memoirs of Eliza Jane Rorabaugh Carroll:

 "Grandma Carroll was very dear to me. I often would go for short visits to her home. She is remembered as cheerful, yet hard working. She was a devout Christian and attended the Assembly of God church in Drumright, Oklahoma during her last years. From her guest bedroom, I recall hearing her regular prayers for her children and grandchildren.

My childhood was deeply influenced by this woman. She taught me that work is honorable. There was always a lot of yard work at her house. She was very active until the time of her death. Her yard was always neatly groomed. She maintained a small vegetable garden, and her flower beds in the spring and summer were radiant with color.

Grandma gave me the attention that perhaps I missed at home by being the fourth among six children. I have so many fond memories of things we did together. I remember especially our playing Chinese checkers on a wooden board which she had made herself by burning the games' pattern into the wood with a hot iron. Some nights, Grandma would tell me stories of the days when she and her family traveled across the plains. Grandma was a good cook, but she usually served very simple meals. I can still conjecture the aroma of her home during the days of my childhood. To me, Grandma's house was synonymous with apples, lilacs, freshness, and everything wholesome.

The last time I saw Grandma Carroll was a few weeks before her death in 1966. I had been home from college for a few days and stopped by to see her at her home on East Duke Street. Her daughter, Mary Fobroy, was visiting her. I stepped in, received my customary hugs and kisses. We had a short chat, and as I was about to leave, Grandma asked that I sing a hymn which was a favorite of hers. I sat down at her old fashioned pump organ and played and sang:
 
 "Until then my heart will go on singing!  
Until then with joy I'll carry on,
 
Until the day mine eyes behold the City,
 
Until the day God calls me home."
 

I kissed Grandma and Aunt Mary farewell, got in the car, and made the trip back to college. A few weeks later came the phone call that Grandma had suffered a heart attack, and was gone. God had 'called her home'.

 

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