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Gladys L. Slagle (Kunselman)

April 8, 1925 - November 16, 2020

Burial Date November 20, 2020

Visitation will be held on Thursday, November 19, 2020 from 2 to 4 and 6 to 8 p.m.

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Gladys L. Slagle, 95, of Brookville and formerly of New Bethlehem, went to be with her Lord and Savior on Monday morning, November 16, 2020 at Brookside Senior Living in Brookville. Born in New Salem on April 8, 1925, she was the daughter of the late Ervin and Emma Rosella (Shaffer) Kunselman. She was married on May 19, 1949 to Carl Slagle.

Church was a very important part of Gladys life. She was a member of the Fairmount City United Methodist Church and Mt. Zion United Methodist Church, where her husband filled the pulpit.

She is survived by her husband of over 71 years, Carl Slagle of Brookville, a daughter, Sue Reddinger and her husband, Dave, of Summerville, two sons, Lenny Slagle of Hazen and Denny Slagle of Jackson, Tennessee, five grandchildren, Dr. Denny Slagle, Dawn Summers, Katie Life, Alissa Slagle, and Amanda Slagle, and four great-grandchildren, Noah Slagle, Joshua Slagle, Ellie Slagle, and Lilly Life.

Visitation will be on Thursday, November 19, 2020 from 2 to 4 and 6 to 8 p.m. at the Alcorn Funeral Home in Hawthorn. The funeral service will be on Friday, November 20, 2020 at 11 a.m. at the funeral home with Pastor Jimmy Swogger officiating.

Interment will be in the Mt. Zion Cemetery.

Online condolences may be sent to the family at

by Katie Life
There’s something special
about this apron.
She said she bought the material
not long after she was married-
for 56 cents per yard
at G.C. Murphy’s,
a cobbler’s apron she called it,
printed with yellow roses
and daffodils.
I slip my arms through the holes,
tie a bow at the back,
and suddenly
I’m her
with her lovely wrinkled palms
rolling out noodles dusted with flour.
I pull a recipe card
from one of the pockets,
and she’s not far away.
She’s in the room,
standing over steaming pans
of broth or chicken gravy,
wielding a wooden spoon
as skilled as a knight
in battle.
I remember when I was eight,
over hot stove burners
and whirling mixer blades,
she told me about Jesus,
what it meant to work hard,
and how to love with every ounce
of your soul.
I learned more sitting on that
kitchen stool
than I ever did
in college.