WILL B. OTWELL 
To you, our many valued friends 
who do not know that my hus- 
band, Will B. Otwell, has passed 
away, I bring this message. 
His earthly work of cultivating 
flowers and trees is over, but in 
that beautiful country of the soul 
where he has gone, there are spir- 
itual flowers of great beauty and 
I am sure he is tending there, 
blossoms even lovelier than the 
ones he tended here. These earth- 
ly flowers will bloom again and 
welcome Spring but he who 
planted them will not be here to 
greet you this year. 
Because he cared for you too and 
realized great happiness in his 
countless friends, often express- 
ing himself as owing you, botn 
his seen and unseen friends, an 
enormous debt of gratitude for 
your priceless friendship through 
the years, I would tell you more about him. 
His life was like a prayer and that prayer was to be good 
and to do good. No one knew better than he the fine art of 
unselfishness. He was honorable, sensible, unassuming and 
undemanding—the product of fine living. He builded his 
character of the finest materials, knowing that nothing grows 
unless it is touched by the Infinite. He met life with a zest 
unbounded and it was his constant desire to do something 
worthwhile for those about him. In the growing of flowers 
as in many other things he willed that those flowers should 
bring happiness to others. 
And in that last hour he was unafraid because he had lived 
his faith in God and now he has gone to tend flowers in the 
sweet fields of Eden. For his sake and for the sake of the 
work he loved so well, I shall continue this work of love and 
beauty he endeavored to bring into your lives. 
Winifred B. Otwell 

