Democratic Northwest, April 8, 1897, p. 1, col. 6

CREAGER. On the 21st of March, 1897, in Harrison Township, Henry County, Ohio, after a lingering illness, Mrs. Christena, wife of the late G. G. Creager; born in Scioto Co., July 23rd, 1818, aged almost 79 years; moved to Seneca County, Ohio, when 11 years old; was married to G. G. Creager in 1838 in Tiffin, Ohio; resided near that city 14 years, when they moved to Henry county, settling on or near the bank of Turkeyfoot creek -- at that time an almost unbroken forest, on which she has since lived a period of about 45 years, transforming the forest into one of the fine farms of Henry county. She cheerfully bore the toils and endured the privations of pioneer life. That theirs was a generous and hospitable home is well known by many of the early settlers, who were always received with a kind and hearty welcome, and every facility they were able to offer was freely extended to those who became their neighbors the needy did not apply in vain.

She was the mother of 13 children; two died in childhood and two in the prime of manhood.

In 1890 the husband and companion of her youth was called from her embrace; since that time she was kindly cared for by her sons on the old homestead. While young she was converted and united with the M. E. Church, but in her removal, coming where there was no society to unite with, she lost her relation to that church, but her faith in Christ as her personal Savior, gave her comfort amid all these changes, and in the winter of 1892 under the ministrations of Rev. E. Q. Paulin, she united with the Evangelical church and remained faithful in her attendance, until age and infirmity did not permit her to attend these means of grace, and when the time of dissolution drew near and earthly help was of no avail, she was not afraid of the King of Terrors. With great composure she beheld death as a conquered foe. Her hope in Christ "was sure and steadfast, reaching to that within the vail." To her it was the opening of the gate to the Better Land. Her children who are living were all (except one in Nebraska), permitted to be with her in her last illness and evinced their loving and tender care for one so dear to them whose life had been so closely devoted to their welfare.

Though strange His Providence to me
As o'er the path of days just fled.
Memory recalls, O can it be
That one so loved to me Is dead?
O, no, she lives In plains more bright
Though here In sadness now we roam.
Soon in that land beyond the night
We'll meet again safe, safe at Home.
Rev. J. W. Mikes