Tampico Tornado, September 23, 1920

C. E. REINAGLE is quite poorly at his home in the east part of town. His trouble seems to be in the throat. Dr. HOFFMAN of Kewanee was called Tuesday to consult with Dr. HORN.

Tampico Tornado, September 30, 1920

Obituary

Charles E. REINAGLE was born in Delevan, Tazewell Co., Ill., Sept. 26, 1857, died Sept. 24, 1920 at the Dixon Hospital, aged 63 years, 11 months, 28 days. Mr. REINAGLE had been troubled with a throat affection for several years, but was unable to get any lasting relief, because it seemed impossible for the doctors to properly diagnose his disease. Up to the last ten days of his life he was active and except for a hoarseness seemed to be in good health. His condition becoming more serious,he was taken to the Dixon Hospital for an operation, but his condition seemed so much worse that it was considered that an operation would be of no help and he died a few hours after reaching the hospital. An examination proved that he had a cancer of the throat.

In the passing of Mr. REINAGLE, the family lost a kind and unselfish husband and father; the community a fine neighbor and friend. In 1906 he united with the New Bedford Christian church and had his membership transferred to the Tamico Christian Church last Spring when he moved. He was married at Pontiac Dec. 24, 1884 to Miss Minnie DAVIS of the same place, to whom were born two children: Edwin who died in infancy and Foyd E. who is at home. Besides the wife and son, he leaves to mourn his departure, one brother, William of Pontiac and two sisters, Mrs. Nettie RICHARDS of California and Mrs. Emma SERVEN of Mendota. In 1899 he moved with his family from Livingston County to Fairfield Township, Bureau County where he made his home on their farm until the Spring of 1920 when they sold their farm there and came to Tampico to live. Durring their short residence in this place he made many friends by his unfalting courtesy and friendly disposition, and in his passing the community loses an upright and valued citizen.

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Whose hearts and hopes are one:
Whose kind designs to serve and please
Through all their actions run.
Thus on the heavenly hills,
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