INDIAN BOTTOM ASSOCIATION
Old Regular Baptists of Jesus Christ
Held with the Oven Fork Church
Eulia, Letcher County Ky.
September 2,3 ,4 1932

OBITUARIES

Submitted by J B Francis

Adams, Mary-I will try to write the obituary of my dear departed mother, Mary Adams, who departed this life December 10, 1931.  She was a daughter of Mose Adams of Rockhouse. Mother joined the Doty Creek Church of the Old Regular Baptist, May 1915, and lived a faithful Christ life until December 10, 1931, the good Lord called her. She was down sick forty-two days. She seemed to endure her sickness well. She said she wanted me to meet her around the throne of God and that there was nothing between her and her Lord. She had three children all girls, Matilda, Martha and Surilda. Matilda married I. D. Maggard, and joined the Old Regular Baptist Church March 14, 1915.  Mother lived with me and my husband thirty two long years and I would have loved to have kept her that m any ears longer,  with me but the good Lord called her home and when the Lord callas we must go, I am so lonely since my mother has left me in this world to mound. My sister, Surilda, joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Oven Fork in September 1931. My dear mother was born January 29, 1848, Died December 10 , 1931
Matilda Maggard

Ison, Elijah-It becomes our sad duty to write a short sketch of our beloved in the Lord, Elijah Ison, who was born February 4, 1876, died December 18, 1931; married to Rebecca Ann Holcomb, 1895. To this union was born twelve children, nine who are living, five boys and four girls to mourn his loss. We feel by the life he lied here ton earth that he is rejoicing in heaven with the saints, where parting is no more. He joined the old Regular Baptist Church twenty-two years ago and served us as our deacon for several years and his seat was always filled and we deeply feel his loss in the church and in his community, Our brothers and sisters will miss Bro. Lige, but we can rejoice over the blessed hope he left behind. We feel to weep with sister Becky Ann and her children, so may the Lord bless you all is my prayers.
James Whitaker

Phillips, George & Margaret-It is with a sad and lonely feeling that we write these few lines about our dear and loving parents, George W. Phillips and Margaret Phillips, who have passed our of this life and gone on, we hope to that beautiful land above where no sorrow, sickness, nor pain will ever come. Father was born September 28, 1852, died Jan 23, 1931, ages 7u8 years 3 months and 25 days. Mother was born May 21, 1854, died Dec. 1, 1931, aged 77 years , 6 months and 9 days. They were married February 21, 1877, and to this union was born nine children, four girls and five boys. One boy preceded them to the great beyond. He was twenty-three years old when departed this life. All of us girls have professed hope in Christ, but feel so little at times I almost lay my hope by.  The boys are all living in sin, as far as I know. Father joined the old Baptist Church at Oven Fork, Sept 1881, and mother joined the same church in June 1882.  Bothe were baptized by Elder D. M. Maggard. Father died at the home of his youngest son, Lloyd Phillips. He was in very poor health for about three years before he died. We went to see him as often as we could during his sickness. When they came and said that death was on him, he wanted to give all the children his hand. We went as quickly as possible and he shook hands with us and asked us to go home with him. he said he wanted the Lord to be with him and go to heaven  in glory, and he said before he passed away he was going to heaven. Mother died at the home of her daughter , Katie Sturgill, she was in bad health about five months before her death. She bore her sickness with great patience. She seemed to be satisfied any place she was taken. She told me about three months before she passes away that she saw father rand he was with her all day and Jesus was with her too, and she said if she could see al her children was as clearly as she saw hers she would never griever. So children, one and all, let us not forget father and mother's advice and the faith they died in, so we can say we have a a sweet hope that if live up to our duty when death comes we will meet them in that beautiful home where parting will be no more.
Written by their daughters, Ardelia Short  & Mary G. Stidham

Roark, Betsy- was born March 28, 1858, and died September 16, 1931. She was a daughter of Isaac Fields and Alsie Fields; she was married to John Roark, January 1868.  To this union was born twelve children: six boys and six girls, of whom all lived to be grown and ten are yet living. She professed a hope in Christ Jesus thirty-five year ago and was baptized in the Old Regular Baptist Church about twelve years ago, and she was faithful to fill her seat, and lived true to he profession as it was possible for her to live.  She seemed to have a great love for the cause for which Christ died as anyone living. She was a great peace-maker among her neighbors.  Sister Betsy had been in poor health for about nine years before her death. I know Uncle John ha s lost a faithful wife, the children a kind, true and loving mother, the church a faithful member. The community has, no doubt, lost one of the greatest peace-maker it ever had . But while we mourn her loss, we feel sure she has left all hr troubles behind and her spirit is  living under the altar of God, awaiting the redemption of the body.
James Whitaker

Smith, Elizabeth-It is with much sadness that I try to write a short sketch of the life of my dear mother, Elizabeth Smith. She was born March 20, 1861, aged 70 years, 10 months and 26 days old. She departed this life January 17, 1932.  She was the daughter of Rich Sparkman and Sarah Sparkman and was married to John Smith in May, 1881. Unto this union was born nine children, seven boys and two girls. One boy preceded her in death, and father passed on fifteen years ago to that home from whence no traveler ever returns, leaving a blessed hope with us children that makes us believe he is housed around the throne of God. And since mother passed away the angel of death has visited the home again and taken another of our brothers, Little Bill, as we all called him. He died with that dreaded disease tuberculosis, the same thing which took mother form us, which leaves seven children now to mourn the loss of father, mother and brother. it seems more than we can bear but God sys He will not make the burden harder than you are able to bear. Mother joined the New Home Church of Regular Baptists in September 1918, but was so afflicted that she was not able to attend much of the time.  But mother had the privilege of standing at the water's edge and seeing two of her children buried with Christ in baptism. She was not able to go much or the last four or five years, but would always tell her children that they could serve God at home or anywhere else; that God was everywhere. For the last year of her life I visited her regularly and often would find mother there alone in bed, I would say, "Mother , you ought not to stay by yourself." She would say, "I want to live at home I know you children would all be good to me but I am better satisfied here." So now, to the rest of my brothers and sisters, I feel that mother is not alone now. Do you remember the sweet words she said to you all just before she died, when she clapped her feeble little hands and said, "Jesus, blessed Jesus," and that she wasn't afraid to die? Could you all say that if you were called to go?  I feel that mother is not dead but sleepeth, and that she will rise again and that body that we saw planted down in the grave will come again and that it will be the same body.  It will not be a little weak body like we planted, but it will be like Christ's glorious body and will out shine the noonday sun, and won't that be a glorious sight to see, for God says he will give it a body liken unto his own, which means that same body you saw go down.  Now I want to say again to you boys and girls to not forget the kind words and the good advice, that mother gave us and the many prayers she prayed for us. Often, when a young boy, I would be out at night and on my return home I would try to slip in but mother would always be watching for me and would say, "son, is that you?" but now mother is gone, but I believe she will be watching for us to come. So, I must close this obituary , as it is getting too lengthy, but I hope that my good brethren and sisters who may read this will pardon my long and bad writing, and above all, remember us children in your prayers and that we all can clap the hand of mother again. Her funeral be attended August 4th Saturday, 1933, by Bro. N. T. Maggard, Bro. Robert Combs, Bro. Clabe Mosley, Bro. L. D. Mosley and Bro. R. L. Baker, from Virginia.
As I travel this wife world over, friends,
I find where I roam" but me there's none like mother,
None like mother dear at home.
Written by her son and your brother in the Lord, Rich Smith