INDIAN BOTTOM ASSOCIATION
of Old Regular Baptists Church of Jesus Christ
Held at the Association building September 1,2,3  2006
Sassafras, Kentucky

OBITUARIES

Adams, Goldie Caudill-Our loving mother, grandmother and great grandmother, Goldie Caudill Adams, age 83 of Jeremiah, Kentucky went to be with our dear Lord and Savior on October 7, 2005 at the Knott County Nursing Home. Mommy had been sick since 1998 because of strokes. We knew that she wouldn’t have wanted to live that way. She wasn’t able to do anything for herself after the last few years of her life. Mommy was born on November 27, 1921 in Letcher County, Kentucky. She was the daughter of the late Hisey and Polly Ann Adams Caudill. Mommy loved going to church when she was able to go. On September 6, 1998 Mommy became a member of the Dixon Memorial Church. Not only did she love her church, Mommy loved to work on her quilts in the winter and to raise a garden in the summer time. In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her husband, Mose Adams, and two sons, one infant, Donnie Wade Blair, and Jimmy Lane (Jake) Adams. Mommy was survived by her children: Ray Dean and Dorisea Adams of Blackey, Kentucky, Dennis Gene and Jo Ann Adams of Prestonsburg, Kentucky, Sonja and Lindell Begley of Hazard, Kentucky, Gary Wayne (Buck) and Debbie Adams of Martinsville, Indiana, Deborah and Tommy Yonts of Abbeville, South Carolina and Danna and Benjamin Smith of Jeremiah, Kentucky. Mommy was also survived by 18 grandchildren and 16 great grandchildren and a host of family and friends. Mommy, we know that you’re in God’s care now, but there isn’t a day that goes by that we are not missing you. But, we also know you wouldn’t want to be on this earth the way you were. We think about you every day and all your funny little sayings that we now catch ourselves saying. Mommy, we look forward to the day that we can be with you and our dear Lord and Savior. We love you so much and will always miss you. But thank God above, we will always have “Precious Memories” which we know was your favorite song.
The Broken Chain
We little knew that morning that God was to call your name, In life we loved you dearly in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you; you did not go alone, For part of us went with you the day God called you home.
You left us Precious Memories, your love is still our guide,
And, though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken and nothing seems the same, But, as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.
From your children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. We love you with all of our hearts.

Adams, James Gid - was born on November 30, 1926 into the home of Dan and Virgie Smith Adams at Jeremiah, Ky. He was one of nine children born into this large family, but sadly their father, Dan, passed away from typhoid fever in September, 1937 leaving Virgie and the children at a deep loss, with the oldest child being 14 years old and the youngest only 6 weeks old. With the help of Virgie’s parents, J.T. and Margaret Smith, the family got though the hard times and all of the children reached adulthood. James joined the U.S. army and served his country from March, 1945 to Nov. 1946. He later married Iantha Fields and they were blessed to be together for 56 years and were blessed to have two children, Janna Dane and Danny James Adams. James and Iantha moved their family to Michigan to find work in the 1950’s. After working at General Motors for 30 years, James retired and he and Iantha moved to Speedwell, Tennessee to a home on Norris Lake. Many happy hours were spent on the lake fishing throughout the 23 years that they lived there. James Gid was preceded in death by his parents, Dan and Virgie Adams; sisters, Mary Geneva Denny and Sarah Margarett Caudill; and by his brother, Blaine Franklin Adams. He passed away on September 2, 2006 at the age of 79. He leaves to mourn at his passing his wife, Iantha; children, Janna Dane Green of Blaine, Tennessee and Danny James Adams of Clinton, Michigan; three grandchildren, Donald Green, Jesse James Adams and Courtney Adams; and two great grandchildren. Also surviving are sisters, Mamie Engle and Coreen Pridemore of Jeremiah, Ky., Juanita McCrarey of Somerset, Ky and brothers, Ivan Donald Adams of Isom, Ky. and Dock Achilles Adams of Jeremiah, Ky.

Amburgey, Unave- It is with much sadness I will try to write the obituary of our mother, Unave Amburgey. Mom was born on Sunday, March 6, 1927. Her parents were Watson Everage and Millie Watts Everage. Mom passed from this life on Tuesday, May 2, 2006, making her stay here on this earth, 79 years, 1 month and 26 days.Mom was preceded in death by her brothers, Berlin “Bird” Everage, Estill “Ted” Everage, and Everett “Eb” Everage and her sisters, Claudia Mullins and Dell Everage. Also, preceding her in death was our father, Onas (O.J.) Amburgey. God blessed them with a son, James Watson (Katie) Amburgey and a daughter, Patricia Amburgey (Elvis) Crum. God also blessed Mom with 10 grandchildren, Patti, Charles “Buddy”, Michelle, Jason, Misty, Nicholas, Shannon, Marcus, Valerie and Brandon; and 9 great-grandchildren, Kendra, Michael, Zachary, Charles “Little Buddy”, Peyton, Justin, Jordan, Jack and Sean. Mother was a member of the Little Bethlehem Old Regular Baptist Church at Brinkley, Kentucky. She attended as long as her health allowed. Even after she was not able to attend, she still cooked and sent food for the Union and Memorial meetings in addition to sending money for food. I loved to listen to Mom talk about her religion and her love for the Lord. Mom worked in nursing most of her life. The health field was a true calling for her. I had the privilege of working beside her in my younger years and she really enjoyed her work. Over the past few years after Dad passed away, I felt glad we moved here to help her with his passing. She loved her family, as she looked forward to the large crowds during the holidays. We miss you, Mother, as this year has been the hardest, but we know you’re with our Father and I know you won’t have to worry any more. Knowing she is no longer in pain and with Dad gives me the strength to see each day through, and I am waiting until we’re all together again.  Written by her heart-broken daughter, Patricia Crum.

Back, Carl - was born on May 30, 1912 into the home of Green and Ella (Hampton) Back. He passed away, after a long illness, on May 9, 2006 at 2:15 a.m. at his home in Jeremiah with his son, Ronnie G., at his side. He was 93 years, 11 months, and 9 days of age at the time of his passing. He married Lucy Back, daughter of David M. and Louellen (Caudill) Back, on October 3, 1938. They were married 61 years, 3 months, and 17 days at the time of her passing on January 20, 2000. To this union was born two sons, Ronnie G. and Donnie Q. Back, who survive him. Also surviving him is one daughter-in-law, Maggie Mae (Hampton) Back; five grand- children, Ronald D. and wife, Pam Back, Medra and husband, Richie Kiser, Adra and husband, Doug Seals, Tim and wife, Angie Back, and Lenny Back; 5 great-grandchildren, Zachary and Nicholas Back, Codie Kiser, Dalton and Courtney Seals, and Kristen Back; 1 brother, Steve Back; and 1 sister; Evolena Adams. He was preceded in death by his father and mother; his stepmother, Celia (Blair) Back; daughter-in-law, Deanna (Blair) Back; 5 sisters, Carrie Adams, Eva Profitt, Martha Adams, Opal Bryant, and Effie Back; and 1 brother, Lester Back.Carl joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Doty on September 19, 1948 and was baptized on September 26, 1948 by Elders Roy Whitaker and James Fields. He made his first attempt to preach on November 9, 1949. He was ordained the second Saturday in November, 1953. He helped baptize 99 people and married 17 couples over the years. He was a charter member of the Dixon Memorial Church which was founded on the fourth Saturday in June of 1962. He was the Moderator from the time it was founded until his death, although he hadn’t been able to attend church for several years. He was a father figure to several young Christians and helped them in any way he could. Betty Amburgey began staying with him in 1999. When she was no longer able to stay with him, his daughter-in-law, Maggie would stay with him. In 2003, his grand- daughter, Adra began to stay with him. She stayed with him daily for the remainder of his life. His 2 sons would rotate nights and weekends to assure that he was never left alone for any period of time. The old home place will never be the same since Mom and Dad are gone, but it’s a good place to go to bring back the memories of days gone by. He will be greatly missed by his family, church, neighbors, and friends. But, we feel that our loss is Heaven’s gain.

Blair, Lank-With a broken heart I will try to write the obituary of Lank Blair, my dear husband, with the help of the good Lord. Lank passed away on Friday, September 23, 2005 at the Whitesburg ARH in Whitesburg, Kentucky. Lank was the son of the late Ben F., Sr. and Belvia Watts Blair. He was born on November 7, 1931, being 73 years, 11 months and 15 days of age at his passing. Surviving are his wife, Mary Jo Smith Blair, in addition to one brother, Ben F. Blair, Jr. and wife Mattie; two sisters, Della Blair and Arizona Adams and husband, Evangene; one sister in-law, Hattie Blair, with a host of other relatives and friends to mourn his passing. Lank was preceded in death by one brother, Lillie Blair, and one sister, Loretta Adams. Lank was a member of the Blair Branch Regular Baptist Church. He loved his church and was a faithful member, attending regularly until he became too ill to attend. We miss Lank but he is resting in the arms of Jesus. We hope to meet him again when this life is over. We won’t say good bye because we will see you again someday.  Written by his loving wife, Mary Jo Blair

Blevins, Rufus Combo & Elva Pearl Hale Blevins was born on November 14, 1922 and passed away on September 10, 2005. She was the daughter of Fate and Maggie Hale. She was a member of the Sweet Home Church for 29 years and then moved her letter to Caney Fork Church to organize with the Indian Bottom Association of Old Regular Baptist.She was preceded in death by her parents; her husband of 61 years, Rufus Combo Blevins; three sons, Cecil Jackson Blevins and two infant sons, Roger and Arthur; one infant daughter, Audrey; one son-in-law, Samuel Harrison; six brothers, Kermit, Leon, Lester, Ruben and Garland Hale; and one sister, Tessie Winebarger. She is survived by two sons, Lewis Blevins (Dorothy) of Castlewood, Virginia and James Blevins (Paula) of Coeburn, Virginia; three daughters, Shelbie Willis (Bruce), Sharon Blevins of Coeburn, Virginia, and Shirley Mullins (Ron) of Clintwood, Virginia; a daughter-in-law, Nina Blevins, of Clintwood, Virginia; and two brothers, Arvil Hale of Coeburn, Virginia and Jack Hale of Manassas, Virginia. Also surviving are three sisters, Opal Adkins of Wise, Virginia, Bonnie Yates of Clintwood, Virginia and Charlene Holloway of Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Also surviving are 11 grandchildren, 17 great grandchildren, 4 great-great grandchildren, several step grandchildren and one step great grandchild. Our mother was a homemaker all her life. She always loved to cook and had a meal on the table for her family and friends. She loved to make quilts and quilt them. She always wanted her daughters to learn to quilt and when we were just small she would let us quilt. She never removed any of our long stitches, they always stayed in the quilt. Sharon and Shelbie both love to quilt and are currently trying to quilt all the tops Mom left that she never had the chance to quilt. Shirley can quilt, but prefers to crochet and knit instead. Mom always grew a large garden and canned her own fruits and vegetables in the summer. This, too, is an art she passed on to her daughters.  Written by their daughters.

Brown, Letha Stidham-With a sad heart we will try to write an obituary for our mother. Letha Stidham Brown was born on June 3, 1911. She was the daughter of James Floyd and Diana Sexton Meadows Stidham of Wise County, Virginia. She entered eternal life on October 13, 2005 in Lexington, Kentucky at the home of her daughter, having lived 94 years, 4 months, and 10 days of age. Mother married our father, Robert L. Brown, on December 24, 1927. They had 71 blessed years together when he passed away in 1999. To this union was born 4 children, Harold, Carlos, Lillian and Monzell. Mom and Dad joined church together at Blair Branch Old Regular Baptist Church and where baptized by Elder I.D. Back and Elder Elwood Cornett. Mother loved to bake and the grandchildren loved her cakes (oatmeal) and her pies (coconut). She loved when everyone would come home and visit. Later on when she wasn’t able everyone would meet in Lexington at her daughter’s house for good food and long visits. Her main passion was crocheting, but as time passed her eye sight wasn’t as good so she had to quit. Mother was preceded in death by her beloved Robert (1999); her baby daughter, Monzell Ison (1990); her baby sister, Louisa (1993); 5 brothers, Manual, Van, Blaine, Harrison, Eli; and a half sister, Frona. She leaves behind 7 grandchildren, 15 great grand children, and 6 great-great grandchildren, along with a host of other relatives and friends to mourn her passing. “Our Loss is Heaven’s Gain.”
Written by Family.

Caudill, Maude B. -was born on December 14, 1915. She was one of ten children born to the late Jesse and Jane Dixon Back. Maude passed away on March 11, 2006 at the Whitesburg ARH, making her 90 years old at the time of her passing. Maude married Hiram Caudill; together they had one daughter, Charlene Dixon, and one son, Clyde Caudill. Sadly, both Hiram and their son, Clyde preceded Maude in death. Maude joined the Mt. Olivet Old Regular Baptist Church and was baptized in 1959.Maude and Hiram had 6 grandchildren, 14 great grandchildren and 1 great-great grandchild. Granny Maude is loved and missed by all her friends and family.

Caudill, Wanda Halcomb-Wanda was born on May 12, 1947 to Jasper and Essie (Ison) Halcomb and was raised in Little Leatherwood. She departed from this life on June 3, 2005. Wanda married Robert Higgins and to this union was born two sons, Robert (Robbie) and Jason Higgins and their home was in Hazard, Kentucky. Wanda’s husband preceded her in death as a result of a plane crash. Her son, Jason, was only 18 months old and Robbie was 5 years old. She raised her boys by herself. Her life was always built around her boys. Later in years she had a precious granddaughter that she enjoyed very much. After her boys were grown and in college, Wanda married Jackie Caudill. He is left to mourn her death. Also surviving are 4 brothers, 7 sisters and one special aunt, Mattie Ison. Preceding her in death was her father and mother, 1 brother and two sisters. Wanda got cancer and never lasted very long. She got very sick and called for Brother Danny Dixon and Brother Harvey Creech to come to her home. She joined Big Leatherwood Church and was baptized on May 22, 2005. That day she told Brother Danny and Brother Harvey that she was going to meet Jesus. She was so weak we thought she could not walk out into the water, but God gave her the strength. Wanda was loved by everyone that knew her. She had a big heart and would give you anything she had and she was always smiling. Her family loved her very much and will miss her. Her family really appreciated what Brother Danny Dixon and Brother Harvey Creech did for her.
Written by her Family.

Centers, Burnett Francis -age 91, died on June 5, 2006 at the Quaker Heights Community Care Center in Waynesville, Ohio. She was born in Knott County on April 1, 1915, the daughter of Simeon and Ida Combs Francis. She was a retired bookkeeper for Martin’s Department Store and a member of the Little Dove Old Regular Baptist Church. She was preceded in death by her husband, William Centers; 5 sisters, Mary Smith, Lucille Morgan, Byrle Francis, Cassie Stack and Lois Nell Francis; 5 brothers, Sam, Bill, Arthur, Dave and Wallace Francis; and 1 grandson, Jeffrey Vanderpool. She is survived by 2 daughters, Helen Vanderpool and Carolyn Bibbs; 1 brother, Vincent Francis; 1 grandson, Brooks Bibbs; 1 grand daughter, Beth Corlyon; and 6 great grandchildren. Funeral services were held at 11:30 am, on Thursday, June 8 at the Hindman Funeral Services Chapel with Don Pratt and Merle Caudill officiating. Burial followed in the Francis Cemetery, Redfox. Our loss is Heaven’s gain.

Chapman, Alma-As I try to write the obituary of Alma Chapman, my heart is very sad. She was my sister-in-law and a sister in the Lord. She studied her Bible every day. If you talked to her, you talked Bible and about the Lord; that was her life. She knew she was on her way to Heaven and she wanted everybody to go. She is missed very much in the Rock Fork Church, her little small hand rising in praise and worship. On October 4, 2005 the Lord called her home. I wasn’t there, but I feel she left the world shouting praises to God.  Alene Conley

Colley,  Elmer - entered eternal life on Friday, April 19, 1985 at his residence. He was the son of the late William Pierce and Nora (Jent) Colley. He was born on May 3, 1914, being 70 years, 11 months and 16 days at the time of his passing. Elmer was a member of the Goodnews Gospel Church. Surviving is his wife, Martha (Adams) Colley; six sons, Follace Colley of Commiskey, Indiana, Bill Colley of Indianapolis, Indiana, Von, James, Garland and Gillis, all of Jeremiah, Kentucky; four daughters, Cornie Adams of Jeremiah, Kentucky, Louise Bear of Whitehouse, Tennessee, Lola Richardson of Jeremiah, Kentucky, and Norlena York of Whitehouse, Tennessee; one half brother, Bill Colley of West Virginia; one half sister, Nora Colley of West Virginia; one step sister, Ethel Hall of Dean, Kentucky; 28 grandchildren; and 10 great grandchildren. He was a coal miner for years and had his right hand cut off running a motor in 1942. Later on he ran a fruit market for years, raising his family. Written by his Family.

Combs,  Marie Irene -passed away on Sunday, January 8, 2006 at the Letcher Manor Nursing Home in Whitesburg, Kentucky. Marie was the daughter of the late Shade and Ollie Adkins Combs. Marie was born on August 17, 1917, being 88 years, 4 months, and 22 days of age at the time of her passing. Marie was a member of the Mt. Olivet Old Regular Baptist Church. Marie was preceded in death by her husband, Ishmel Combs, and 5 brothers and 5 sisters. She is survived by 2 daughters, Gathelee Terrell of Louisville and Ollie Marie Smith of Mayking; one son, Tommy Combs of  Letcher; 4 brothers, Shade Combs, Jr. of Otisco, Indiana, Watson Combs of Louisville, Bennett Combs of Ice, and Edison Combs of Letcher; 1 sister, Elizabeth Looney of Middletown, Ohio; and 4 grandchildren and 5 great grandchildren along with many other relatives and friends to mourn her passing. Marie Combs was a wonderful wife, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, sister and daughter. She loved her family and loved to have them around her. She also loved her church family and her Lord very much. She was saved and baptized into the Old Regular Baptist Church as a young woman. As she worked in and around her home she could often be heard singing “Precious Memories” or “The Great Speckled Bird”. She worked hard for her family and loved doing for them. Her heart was broken when Ishmel, her husband of fifty-six years, was called home to be with the Lord. She could be heard at night asking the Lord to call her home, too. Now, that prayer has been answered. Mom, tell Dad we love and miss him, just as we love and miss you. Why do we mourn departing friends or shake at death’s alarm? Tis but the voice that Jesus sends to call them to his arms. The Family

Combs,  Sallie - was born on November 11, 1921 and passed away on August 8, 2006. Her parents were John Cornett and Rhoda Madden Cornett. She was raised in Knott County and remained living in Knott County until her death. Sallie married Shearl Combs in 1942. Together they had one daughter, Shirley Combs Hart. Sallie was a homemaker and loved sewing, gardening and working with her flowers. She joined the church in the early 50’s and stayed active in the church until her illness. She was a member at New Home Church at her death. She loved her family and friends and will be sadly missed by all.

Couch, Farmer - was born on November 11, 1925 and deceased this life on January 12, 2006, making his stay here on earth 80 years, 2 months and 2 days. He was the son of Joe Couch and Maude Feltner Couch. His parents; three brothers, Hobert Couch, Tootsie Couch and Tubby Couch; and two sisters, Marcie Reynolds and Josie Rausch, preceded him in death. Farmer is survived by his devoted and faithful wife of 58 years, Beulah Smith Couch; two loving daughters, Debbie Couch and Teresa Ward; and a caring son, Doug Couch. He is also survived by one brother, Donny Joe Couch; one son-in-law, Denny Ward; four grandchildren, Kevin (Marcia) Ward, Kelley Beverly, Heather Costello, and Brandon Couch; and four great grandchildren, Braxton Beverly, Danica Ward, Hunter Costello and Simone Beverly. He also leaves to mourn his passing several in-laws and a host of nieces, nephews, friend, neighbors and other relatives. Farmer worked in the mining industry all his working life. He loved his family very much and was always a good provider. We knew we could go to him with any questions or problems and he would help us. After retirement Farmer was bored and had to find something to do to occupy his time. He bought a riding lawn mower and took great pride in keeping his lawn looking nice. He would mow family and friends’ yards, also. When that didn’t seem to be enough to keep him busy, he became interested in wood working. He enjoyed building things for his family and friends. He was a good friend and had a regular group of friends he visited every day. The most important thing Farmer ever did was give his heart to the Lord. Since his illness in September, he could often be heard fervently praying without ceasing in his hospital bed. He was very sincere in his faith and had plans to join Little Dove Church. We all know he is in a better place and will suffer no more, but our hearts are heavy because we will miss him so much. We praise God for His mercy and know that our loss is Heaven’s gain.

Deel, Gay Ola -With the help of the Lord, we will try to write an obituary of our precious mother, Gay Ola Deel. Mommy was born on May 25, 1926 to the late Cain and Sissy Owens Willis. God’s angels took her home on April 1, 2006, making her stay here on earth 79 years 10 months and 7 days. She is survived by one brother, Frank Willis and three sisters, Nell Edwards, Judy Bernhoft and Helen Wagner. She was preceded in death by her parents; two sisters, Imel Willis and Charlene Willis; and our daddy, Harrison Deel. On September 13, 1947 Mommy was married to our Daddy. To this union was born four children, Linda Branham, Bobby Harrison Deel, Blake Deel and Marshell Clevinger. Mommy had three grandchildren and one step grandchild. In 1987, Mommy had to have surgery because of fluid on the brain. After the surgery, Mommy continued to have problems with dizziness that resulted in several falls and hospitalizations. Mommy had a heart attack in 1999, and her health continued to decline. Mommy joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in 2005. Because of her health she was not able to attend church. But, Mommy read her Bible every day. She always talked to us about the Lord and how much she loved Him. She told us if we had a problem, to turn it over to the Lord and He would take care of it. The last couple of years, Mommy was unable to stay alone due to her medical problems. We attempted to care for her at home as long as we could. Last fall, Mommy agreed to go to the nursing home at Elkhorn City, Kentucky for therapy. The therapy was not successful and Mommy’s health continued to decline. About one week prior to her death, she had to have surgery at Bristol Regional Hospital. Due to her weakness and other complications, she was not able to recover from the surgery. Mommy was such a loving and caring person. Her life was being a mother to her children. She was always there when we were sick or had a problem. She gave us much guidance throughout our lives and always taught us right from wrong. Everyone who knew her loved her and knew of her strong faith in the Lord. Whenever we think of Mommy, we will know she is in Heaven with our Daddy. Her pain and suffering is over. She’ll not cry anymore tears or have any more worries, just a life of glory in the arms of the Lord. She is now one of God’s angels watching over us. We will miss Mommy more than words can ever express. She will remain in our hearts forever. It is not goodbye Mommy. It is only farewell until we see her again.
Written By Her Broken Hearted Children, With Very Much Love and Sorrow

Fields, Alger Barton - was born on April 8, 1946 in Knott County, Kentucky. He was the son of Nancy and Davis Fields. Alger was preceded in death by his wife, Una; mother, Nancy; father, Davis; and three brothers, Ova, Ben, and James Fields. He is survived by 3 sisters, Marie Almond of Anderson, Indiana, Sylvania Everidge in the Hazard Nursing Home, and Mary Burchett of Pikeville, Kentucky; and four brothers, Troy Fields of Mount Vernon, Kentucky, Daniel Fields of Sassafras, Kentucky, Tom Fields of London, Kentucky and Clarence Fields of Engles, Indiana. He leaves behind three children, James, Junior and Linda, and 6 grandchildren all of Indiana; also, a host of nieces and nephews. Alger died at home on April 19, 2006, making his stay here on earth 60 years and 11 days. Alger was a caring and loving person, who loved his family, friends, and neighbors. He was always happiest while helping others. We all have our special memories of Alger: JR will miss being able to holler, “ALG” are you ready to cut weeds yet?.” Gary will miss making the ice cream runs. Guy and Sam will miss making the nightly phone calls and Judy and Yvonne will miss him asking for soup and baked spaghetti. Jim will miss his friendship and being able to ask “What do you need BoBo?” and him saying, “It will be okay." Marie will always have the memory of his deep love for her. Alger’s last wishes for his family were that they would know that he loved them all. Alger has fought a hard battle with cancer, but he never gave up hope. One morning last fall he began calling everyone to share an experience that had changed his life. He said he had spent the night fighting a hard battle, but he was happier now than he had ever been. He had to cross a valley to get to the mountain. The road was rough and rocky with much pain, but he kept going, and when he started up the mountain everything became easier. When he climbed that Great High Mountain, Jesus was there waiting for him and he had peace like he had never felt before. Several weeks later Alger joined the Little Bethlehem Church and was baptized that day. We will always remember Alger’s smile of happiness as he was raised out of the water. He may not have been able to attend church many more times, but he was proud of his church and he talked to God every day and told others of his faith in God. He wanted everyone to find the joy that he had found. Alger is at the place he wanted to go, like Aunt Una always said, “He has gone home”. He is at peace and free of pain forever.

Fields, Bruce-I’ll try to write this letter in memory of my husband, Bruce Fields. There are so many good things I could say about him. He loved his family, and he loved me more than anything in this life and he knew I loved him. He would pick me flowers, roses when they were in season. He would cut the thorns off with a pocket knife before giving them to me. We got married on July 1, his dad’s birthday. He said it would make his dad happy.  We treated our grandson, Alex Thomas Fields like he was ours, and we taught him about God. Bruce wanted to go to church about 2 years ago. He wasn’t able to leave home because he was so sick. We started watching WJL channel and helping sing the songs they would sing. We would pray with them also. Bruce realized he needed to pray harder for his soul. His uncle, Joe Fields, would come and read the Bible to him. Bruce just kept praying harder, until our Lord and Savior lifted his burdens and saved his soul. Bruce’s pain and suffering was finally over on November 6, 2005 and I am happy to say that he is finally at rest with our Savior Jesus Christ.
With all my love, Joyce Lucas Fields

Fields, Lois-Mother was one of many words; however, her last were not spoken with an earthly voice, but in a spiritual language of the LORD with a band of Angels. I can only imagine it went something like this: As darkness overcame the light and getting a breath becomes harder, in a distance a light appears and Angels approach singing “O-Come Angel Band.” A voice emerges saying, “It is time, and your battle is over. We have been sent by the Master to guide you to the Holy resting Alter at the throne of the LORD.”    Mother replies, “What do you mean it is time, how can this be? I was born on November 7, 1957 to a loving Mother, Rosie, Father, Gardner, and Sister of Bulah Fay, Aster, Joyce, Bonnie Lou, Janet, Lester Wayne and David Lee. Growing up I felt the presence of the LORD and responded to His calling at the Little Bull Creek Old Regular Baptist Church on November 19, 1978. I met and fell in love with a wonderful man, Clifford; we were wed on July 9, 1979. Together as a couple and with blessings from the LORD, we became a family and brought forth a son on October 31, 1980. On July 18, 1998 the church examined my companion for the office of a Deacon and me as his helpmate. I stood with and helped him in any way I could. It doesn’t seem possible, I had so much more planned to do.” Mother lowers her head and slowly raises it and says, “A little more time with my husband and to guide my son if you please?” The Angel replies, “The Master will watch over and care for them for He has made the arrangements and everything is under control. Come our beloved Sister and take our hands, the Master has prepared your resting place and awaits your arrival at the throne.”Mother once again pauses and lowers her head, and with tears falling from her cheeks reaches and takes the Angel’s hands. As Angels gather around they begin to walk toward the light singing rejoicefully “I Have Been Redeemed by the Blood of The Lamb.” As they reach the brightest portion of the light an image approaches and a voice rings out saying, “Thank you, my children. I will take it from here” and takes Mother’s hands and says, “Child, your resting place is ready until the appointed time.”  As Mother moves forward and lays back, she smiles, takes a deep breath and releases it. As the breath leaves her body and her earthly heart stops, it began a peaceful rest in Paradise. Mom - We love and miss you more than any words could ever say. That is why Dad and I did not say good-bye, but farewell for a spell because we are trying to walk the straight and narrow path so we can be together again. Save us a space on each side.
Written by: Clifford & Clifford Wade Fields, Husband & Son
In the fall of November 7 in the year of 1957 in our Lord, a beautiful little girl was born to Gardner and Rosie Jent and her name was Lois.  Throughout her life she grew up to be a beautiful young woman. As years went by Lois felt she needed the Lord in her life so on November 19, 1978 she was baptized. Then later on she met and fell in love with Clifford Fields and was married. They had one son, Clifford Wade. Lois loved her church and she loved the Lord. As time went on, her husband, Clifford, was chosen as a deacon and through the rest of her life she served well as his helpmate. But there came the time when she was stricken down with cancer. She bore her sickness without complaints. She only lived about four months with it and then God called her home, but she’s at rest under God’s alter. She loved to spend as much time as she could with her friends and neighbors in the church.Lois, your work is done so sleep on and your labor is over.

Gibson, Bill, Jr.-Bill was born on January 11, 1938, the son of Bill and Erdie Waddels Gibson. Both parents preceded him in death. Bill is survived by four sisters, Eula Frazier of Dublin, Georgia, Irene Moore of McDowell, Kentucky, Corene Turner of Vienna, Virginia, and Lorene Gibson of Steamboat Springs, Colorado, and a host of nieces and nephews. Bill was a quiet shy boy content to live with his Mom and Dad. I first met Bill when I began dating his sister, Irene. Bill was 25 years old when Irene and I got married. He never had a public job. I took Bill with me and Irene to Richmond, Virginia and put him on a jack hammer breaking concrete. This was his first real job. Bill may have been a little slow, but he was a very hard worker and as Elmer Caudill remarked yesterday, he was the most honest person he ever knew.  After Bill worked in Richmond about six months, his Mom got sick and they wanted him to come home and be with them. He, being the good humble boy, complied with their wishes, quit his job and came back home to live with them. But, by now Bill was used to having his own money and couldn’t be satisfied just sitting at home. He got a job pumping gas for Elmer Caudill. Bill met and began dating a girl from Jack’s Creek; the only girl he ever dated. He bought a house and began making plans to get married. Then, something happened to Bill. No one knew what caused him to have a mental breakdown that changed his life. But, after spending some time in an institution in Lexington, he was able to return to work at the junction. Later, Irene got him a job at the hospital where he was able to work for 27 years with the help of the good Lord and a very understanding boss, Mr. Turner. Bill loved baseball games. Often during his vacations, Corene and Nick would come and get him and take him to Washington, D.C. and up to Baltimore to the ball games. He also enjoyed going to Delmas and Eula’s for vacations. After he retired from the hospital, the only thing he had to look forward to was going down to his best friend, Morris’ filling station and chatting with the boys. While Irene was in Lexington having valves replaced in her heart, he got confused on how to take his blood pressure medicine. He took too many and almost died. He never fully recovered from that. A little while later when Bill could no longer take care of himself he had to go live in a nursing home. These past three years Bill made many friends at Riverview. What a change these years made in mine and Irene’s life. It taught us how to love more and how to be more patient. When you think you have problems and the world is crashing down on you, take a little time out and go to the nursing home for a little visit. I believe it will make a difference in your life. We would like to thank Leonard Dale for the many visits he made to see Bill, always bringing him a 20 oz. Pepsi. We thank those wonderful nurses at Highlands that were so good to us those last few days of Bill’s life. What a change this will make in mine and Irene’s life. We had become accustomed to going to see Bill 4 or 5 times a week. Bill won’t need the help of his family anymore. Jesus will love and pamper him just like his sisters did. Bill will be missed by his church brother, Sterling, who always sat beside Bill. He made the remark, “I am not going to tell him good bye, just hold me a seat. We will sit together again in Heaven.”

Griffie, Evelyn  was born at Carr Creek, Kentucky on August 23, 1914 to John Riley Combs and Mary Turner Combs.  She married Clyde Benton Griffie from York Springs, Pennsylvania on October 16, 1933. Mom and Dad spent the next eight years in York Springs, PA before moving back to Orkney, Kentucky. This union produced four children, Marybelle Caudill, Charles, Robert and Franklin Griffie. Marybelle and I were born in Pennsylvania before Mom and Dad returned to Orkney to raise their family.  Dad worked in the coal mines and Mom served as Postmaster at Orkney for 30 years. She always enjoyed her job and loved visiting with people when they came to get the mail.  Mom attended the Old Regular Baptist Church all of her life. She was baptized by Henry Blair at Joppa in the 1960’s. She loved attending church and was always faithful to attend when able. Her brothers and sisters of the church were very dear to her. She was always calling to check on those that were ill, visiting those in the hospital, and attending many funerals to show her love for her church brothers and sisters, friends and neighbors.  She loved her children and grandchildren and was always willing to help them in any way possible. We are so thankful for her loving and generous nature.  In July, 1985 Dad passed away, leaving Mom sad and lonely. We took her back to Pennsylvania often to visit our aunts, uncles and cousins. This gave her great joy to return to the area where she spent her early married life.  When Mom became ill and was unable to live alone, she stayed with her children and grandchildren in Lexington and Lawrenceburg, Kentucky and Milford, Ohio. Her last years were spent in Milford, Ohio. My wife, Joan, and I cared for Mom and loved giving her the care that enabled her to be comfortable and happy, even as her Alzheimer’s Disease worsened. She continued to recognize us as we spent each day talking to her, singing to her, feeding her, and loving her. She would often start singing the old church songs she loved so much. We enjoyed every day that we spent with her and would do it again, if we had the chance. She loved and gave back to us more than we could give her.  Mom died on March 27, 2003 at the age of 88 and was buried at the Newman Cemetery beside Dad and my sister, Marybelle. Her sister, Dorothy, and brothers, Irvin and Herbert, preceded her in death.We still miss Mom so much, think of her every day and treasure those precious memories of her that will linger with us always.   Your loving son and daughter-in-law, Charles and Joan Griffie.

Hampton, Elder Clifton-On a cool Monday morning, September 18, 2006, a band of angels came to take another child of God home as they visited at the Whitesburg Appalachian Regional Medical Center. Not long after daybreak, they stopped in Elder Clifton Hampton’s room and said, so sad, but the angels in Heaven greatly rejoiced as Brother Cliff came home.  Elder Clifton Hampton was born on January 6, 1924, and departed this life on September 18, 2006, making his sojourn here 82 years, 8 months, and 12 days of age at his passing. Surviving are his wife of almost 60 years, Maxie Thomas Hampton; 3 sons, Randal (Linda) Hampton of Westchester, Ohio, Timothy (Judy) Hampton of Bethel, Ohio, and Robert Hampton of Oxnard, California; and 1 daughter, Shelia Hollifield of Columbia, Tennessee. Also surviving are 4 sisters, Lois Back and Betty Lou Morton of Cincinnati, Ohio, Jean Banks of Dearborn Heights, Michigan, and Mertie Caudill of Jeremiah, Kentucky; 12 grandchildren; 11 great grandchildren; and a host of nieces, nephews and friends to mourn his passing. He was preceded in death by his parents, Alamander Hampton and Ranie Caudill Hampton, and 2 sisters, Laura Caudill and Lucy Hampton.   Brother Cliff, early in life, met, fell in love with, and married Maxie Thomas on November 27, 1946. Later in life, he found something lacking in his life, began to seek the Lord, asking for his mercy, and in October, 1968 joined the Doty Creek Old Regular Baptist Church with an experience of grace. Some while later he felt the call to the ministry, and was ordained in March of 1977. A while after that, he moved his letter to the Big Cowan Old Regular Baptist Church, where he was a member until his death. He was a minister of 37 years. We will miss him, but God has gained another angel. He truly kept the faith, finished his course with much patience, and won the crown of righteousness. Now we certain feel he’s resting under the alter of God.  Many prayers, much love and kindness with great wisdom, and counseling was offered to younger brothers by Brother Cliff. I think we’ve taken heed. He also gave us much support, and I thank God for being part of his family and God’s.
Written by a brother in hope with love, Elder Merle Caudill.

Hudson, Hazel-With a sad and broken heart, I will try to write the obituary of my mother, Hazel Hudson. She was born on April 14, 1928 to Franklin and Susie (Mullins) Ashley. She passed from this life on August 28, 2006, making her stay on earth 78 years, 4 months and 14 days.Later in life she met and married Burley Hudson. To this union was born two children, Judy Whitaker of Amburgey, Kentucky and Larry Hudson of Jeff, Kentucky. She had two grandchildren, Beth Combs and Keisha Hudson, and two great grandchildren, Bailey and Kailey Combs, whom she adored very much. She had one sister, Frances Hudson of Amburgey, Kentucky and a host of nieces and nephews.She was preceded in death by her parents, her husband, Burley Hudson, and two brothers, Luther and Virgil Ashley.By the life she lived, I believe she is resting around the throne of God. Someday we will meet her and Daddy over there. She will be missed by all, but our loss is Heaven’s gain.
We love you Mom and Daddy. The family of Hazel Hudson

Kimberly, Jamoe Dixon -was the wife of the late Robert Sumner and James Kimberley. She was the daughter of the late Robert and Margaret Combs Dixon. She was born on February 12, 1927 and passed away on January 10, 2006. Jamoe is survived by a son, Wendell Sumner, and a daughter, Sandra Ross. Two sons preceded her in death, Michael Sumner and Bennett Sumner. She is also survived by one brother, Bennett Dixon, and three sisters, Edith Akers, Della Mullins and Thelma Bentley. She was preceded in death by two brothers, Horace Dixon and Robert Dixon, and three sisters, Lena Blackwell, Emma Francis and Anna Sandlin. Also surviving are 5 grandchildren and 3 great grandchildren. Sitting here in a graveyard looking all around, Every time it makes me wonder why I am not in the ground. There has to be a reason why I am still here too, It has to be, I still have something left to do. Maybe it could be something I can even do for you. I wonder what it is, or maybe I don’t want to know, I hope it will be something done, of a good deed before I go. We buried an older lady who was my friend, To a much greater reward this lady will ascend. She is the mother of a good man I call friend. I am now looking at the grave, and the next tombstone I see, Has the name Gibson, that could have been me. It is so very scary and not quite right, That a tombstone with Gibson is shading her light. But so ends her strife, and starts her afterlife. Another time, Another life, Jack Gibson, January 13, 2006

Moore, Jackie-With a sad and broken heart I’ll write an obituary of my brother, Jackie Moore. Jackie was born on August 6, 1946 at Martin, Kentucky to Eva and Curly Moore. He left us on February 12, 2006, making his stay on earth 59 years and 7 months. Jackie never married as he dedicated his life to caring for our mother. Jackie leaves to mourn his passing 4 sisters, Patty Meade and Deborah Hopkins of McDowell, Judy Walters of Winchester, Kentucky and Sharon Martin of Dema, Kentucky and three brothers, Jerry Moore and Ricky Moore of McDowell and Donnie Glenn Moore of Williard, Ohio. One sister preceded him in death, Bobie Ann Case, and one sister died three days after his death; his beloved sister, Marsha Robinsion, to whom Jackie was so close. I know Marsha was so sick and lost when Jackie died, and she just told him to come back and take her with him. Jackie had a love for his brothers and sisters that I have never seen before. He wanted to take care of us, but didn’t want us to do anything for him. He loved his nieces and nephews so very much and was especially close to one, Jeffery Sexton, whom he loved and raised as his own son. I never heard Jackie say a harmful word to anyone, and I’ve seen him so many times in his chair reading his Bible. He could tell you where the verses in the Bible were. I was so proud he was my brother and my best friend. I’ve had to seek advise from him many times and he never turned any of us away. Jackie was a very special person who saw no strangers and if he did meet one, in minutes they were Jackie’s friends for life. I remember his going to church with Mommy at a young age. He joined the Little Rosa Church at McDowell at a young age and was a member there when he died. He was sick many years, but went to church everywhere. He filled his seat at Little Rosa well. He became disabled after two back surgeries. Later he had to go on kidney dialysis and died as a result of a head injury. On New Years Eve, Jackie was in the hospital at Prestonsburg. My husband, Eddie, and I were by his bedside as well as a nurse. I told Jackie that it’s almost a new year. He prayed for God to put him in his right mind to pray. So at 15 minutes until 12:00 he began to pray. I was holding one hand and the nurse the other hand and Eddie had his arm around his neck. He prayed for God to put all the suffering on him so his brothers and sisters wouldn’t have to. He told us he had no riches, that he only wanted to serve the Lord and do his will and prayed about how he loved the Lord and his family. I told him he was the richest man on earth. He had what money couldn’t buy. He prayed until ten minutes after twelve. Eddie, the nurse and I cried the whole time and got such a blessing out of that prayer. The nurse said she felt the presence of God in that room.  Also, two nurses at Lexington would come to Jackie’s room and sing for him. They said every time they walked into Jackie’s room they felt the presence of God. I’ve never known anyone that walked closer to God than my blessed brother.  We never left Jackie the last six months of his life. The weeks before his death were the best and happiest of my life. I cooked anything he wanted and fed him. He was always saying things that made us laugh. We all could never repay Jackie for all he did for us. He bought my boys high school rings for them and helped them through high school as he was extremely close to Tee Tee and Brent. I always made Jackie candy at Christmas to give as gifts. The last Christmas he told me to make a big bunch for Ruth. Ruth, you were so special to him. Our brother, Ricky, moved in with Jackie years before his death and cooked, cleaned and done everything for him. Thank you, Ricky, for all you have done for Jackie. You know there’s one more thing you need to do. Kenneth Gayheart was very good to Jackie. He carried meals right to Jackie. Thank you, Kenneth. Jackie loved you as if you were his brother. My husband and I stayed a week at a time with Jackie and Eddie took care of Jackie as if he were his brother. We had to sit up at night and the last night I heard Eddie singing Amazing Grace to Jackie. When he finished Jackie kissed both of Eddie’s hands and spoke his name. He didn’t talk the week before he died and that’s the name he spoke, Eddie Von, twice. As for my brother, Jerry, he took Jackie everywhere he went, moved in with him the last two months of life, paid his bills and gave him more care and love and treated him like a baby. So, Jerry, we don’t have to worry we done everything we could for Jackie. I know God has a special reward for a brother like you. If you want to see Jackie again, get right with God. Jackie told me he wanted you to go to church. There will never be any one else like Jackie. A man who touched everyone’s life he came in contact with. Someday I will join you, Jackie. I hope I leave this world as you did, with a big smile on my face.     I love you Jackie. Your Sis, Sharon. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\' lgJackie Moore was born on August 6th, 1946 and passed away on February 12th, 2006. Jackie knew we were all sick, but that did not stop us from loving him and helping him with his illness. Hi! I am Deb his “Baby Sister.” I did the best I could to help him with his illness. I would feed and sit with him. I loved you so very much, Jackie. Love, Deb God saw he was getting tired and a cure was not to be. So He put his arms around him and whispered, “Come With Me". With tearful eyes we watched him suffer, and saw him fade away. Although we loved him dearly, we could not make him stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us;" He only takes the best”.

Mullins, Oline - was born on July 20, 1927 to Hager and Emma Ritchie Madden and died on December 6, 2005, making her stay on earth 78 years, 4 months and 16 days.  She married Gail B. Mullins on January 4, 1947. They were married 53 years until his death on March 8, 2000. She was preceded in death by her parents. She is survived by two sisters, Marie Reedy (Gillis) and Josephine Holcomb (Hoover) both of Isom; two sons, Nyle Mullins (Franka) of Frankfort, and David Mullins (Denise) of Isom; one grandson, Richard Mullins (Angie); and two great grand children, Sam and Ellie Mullins all of Dry Fork. She was born and grew up in Knott County and graduated from Carr Creek High School. After her marriage to Gail they lived in Knott County for several years, but had made their home in Isom for many years; where she lived until her death. She loved her family, especially her two great grandchildren. She would babysit them until she got to where she wasn’t able. We will miss the family gatherings at Thanksgiving and Christmas which were special times in our family.  She cared for Gail after he had a stroke in 1995 until his death and she also helped take care of her mother until her death. She fought a very courageous battle with cancer. She loved her sister, Marie, and her brother-in-law, Gillis Reedy, who were her next door neighbors. They were so good to help her and take care of her during her illness. During her illness she professed her faith in God and joined the Blair Branch Old Regular Baptist Church on November 4, 2005. We know now that she is at peace in the arms of Jesus. We have lost a precious mother and friend, but our loss is Heaven’s gain. She was a loving and devoted wife, mother, grandmother and friend to all. There was nothing she wouldn’t do or sacrifice for her family. Her pain and suffering are over and we will miss her very much.  Written by her loving son, David A. Mullins.  

Noe, Dana Reedy - was born on February 18, 1916 in Knott County, Kentucky. She died at Hazard, Kentucky on October 14, 2006, being 90 years of age. Dana’s childhood home and community provided a loving environment for her growth and maturity. Dana was married to Everett R. Noe. Everett was a career coal miner of 45 years who very seldom missed a day of work. Dana was a fulltime homemaker who found her delight in taking care of her children: Ronnie, Helen, Wilma, J.R., and Glenn.  Everett and Helen preceded Dana in death. In addition to her four surviving children, Dana leaves two sisters, Golda Calhoun and Rose Kirkland; and two brothers, Gillis Reedy and Bobby Reedy. Dana was preceded in death by her sisters, Hazel Reedy and Bertha Reedy Couch; and two brothers, Bennett Kelly and H.B. Reedy, Sr. In 1966 Dana confessed her hope in Christ for forgiveness of her sins and was baptized in Irishman Creek just a few feet from her childhood home. She took fellowship in the Little Bethlehem Church where she attended faithfully until prevented by illness. Dana believed in all the precepts and ways of the Regular Baptist Churches.
She was a virtuous woman whose “children arise up and call her blessed.”
“Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord.” Rev. 14:13

Owens, Edna Louise Mosley-was born on March 22, 1918, to Elder Lindsey Mosley and Josephine Short Mosley. She was the youngest of 22 children and was the last one to pass from this life on October 17, 2005.We were blessed to have our precious Mommy for 87 years, 6 months and 25 days. This may seem like a long time, but to those who loved her, it was such a short period. We were not ready to give her up but can take comfort in the hope that she is with Jesus. Her frail body has been made whole again, and she will be waiting to welcome us when we cross over. She married Bazle Owens on May 22, 1936. They had 5 children, Dannie Ray Owens and Dorotha Slone of Hindman, Kentucky, Helen Watson, Josephene Stull and Carolyn Owens-Davidson of Lexington, Kentucky. All are left to mourn her passing. Daddy went to be with Jesus on December 16, 1981. Mommy never remarried, but chose to devote herself to her children, their spouses and a host of grandchildren and great grandchildren. She loved each and every one with all her heart. If any one of us got in trouble, down on our luck, or just needed someone to talk to, Mommy was always there to help out in any way she could. She accepted each of us as we are and loved us unconditionally until the very end. When she was in the hospital so sick, I would say, “I love you, Mommy,” and she would answer, “I love you, too. I love you all.”  Mommy, or Mam to the grandchildren, was a gentle and loving person. She always greeted both family and friends with a hug, and always hugged them goodbye and said “I love you.” She never knowingly hurt anyone’s feelings and it was almost impossible to argue with her because she wouldn't argue back. Mommy was not a member of the church, but she left a strong hope that she is in Heaven. Her body rests in the Owens Family Cemetery, but her spirit is rejoicing with the angels. During the last few months of her life, she talked a lot about her mother, and other family members who had passed on. She missed them so much and was longing to see them again. When I am missing her so much that I think it is more than I can bear, I picture that joyous reunion in Heaven on October 17, 2005. Then I know that I could never be so selfish as to wish her back from the arms of Jesus and her loved ones in Heaven. In time, the pain of her passing will lessen, and the loving memories of her will sustain us until we meet again. We love you, Mommy. Written by her daughter, Josephene Stull.

Owens, Milford-Most kind and heavenly Father, please help us to write the obituary of our loving father, grandfather, brother and uncle, Milford Owens. He was born on June 30, 1918 to the late Noah Shannon and Hettie Deel Owens and peacefully went to rest on August 14, 2006. He was 88 years, 1 month and 14 days old. His loving wife and companion of 48 years, Myrtle Ramey Owens, preceded him in death on April 22, 1989. Also preceding him in death were three brothers, Berlin, Jennings and Eugene; three sisters, Fannie, Margaret and Mary Jane; and a best friend, Elder Ervin O’Quinn. His survivors include a daughter, Wanda Willis, and a son, Wayne Owens, both of home; a brother, Clyde and Flornia Owens of Vansant; grandchildren, Carolea and Jerry Newsome of Haysi, and Phillip (P.D.) and Sherry Willis of Breaks; great grandchildren, Miranda Newsome and Shaun Newsome; step-great granddaughter, Tonya Dawson; step-great -great grandchildren, Ava and Nadia; sisters-in-law, Lucille Owens of Ky, and Narcia and Jim Branham of Bristol, VA; brother-in-law, Earl Ramey of Clinchco; best friend, Jack Fuller of Haysi; and a host of nieces, nephews and special friends throughout the community. Daddy was a veteran of World War II, a coal miner and a carpenter. He didn’t belong to any church, however, he was strong in the Old Regular Baptist faith and he lived and testified daily for the Lord. Daddy never got over losing our mother and he wanted to go home to be with her where he felt they would dwell with the Lord, our Savior, forever. It is so very hard here at home without our parents, but we know they are resting and without pain. Our sorrow is great, but we were taught well and if we live as Daddy did then we may someday dwell with him and Mother along with the Father in our Heavenly home. All then will be well. Written by Wanda and Wayne.

Potter, James- In loving memory of our beloved Dad, James “Pap” Potter, who stepped over into Glory on Feb. 1, 2006, making his stay on earth 84 years and 9 months. He was born in Hellier, Kentucky on April 8 in the year 1921 to Cornelius and Marie Hughes Potter. James lived most of his life in Garrett, Kentucky where he met and married the love of his life, Mae Louise Boyd. To this union they were blessed with five children, James Marlowe (Pearlie) Potter of Sidney, Ohio, Gloria Jean (Fred) Hall of Price, Kentucky, Anita Louise (Shiron) Turner of Berlin Heights, Ohio, John Wayne (Kim) Potter of Langley, Kentucky and Alice Faye Sparkman of North Charleston, South Carolina. He also leaves to mourn his passing twelve grandchildren and ten great-grandchildren. James served his country in the United States Army. He survived the attack on Pearl Harbor, beginning World War II. The most important decision of his life was made in 1964 when our Lord and Savior heard his cries of repentance, forgiving him of his sins. James was baptized and served the Lord for over 42 years. He was an active member of the Rock Fork Regular Baptist Church. Preceding him in death were his parents; his wife, Mae; and two grandchildren. Pap is missed and thought of each day by family and friends that loved him. But, we will see him again in the Glory Land, where we will all be together giving praise to our Savior Jesus Christ.Written by his Loving Family.

Raleigh, Matilda -daughter of the late I.D. and Peggy Collins Stamper, was born in Letcher County, Kentucky, on January 14, 1923. She entered eternal life on Tuesday, January 18, 2005 at the Whitesburg Appalachian Regional Hospital, being 82 years and 4 days of age at the time of her passing. Matlida was married to Astor Raleigh in 1937. He passed away in 1980. She was a member of the Tolson Creek Regular Baptist Church for over fifty years. Matilda has been a loving and caring wife, mother and grandmother. She enjoyed her church and gardening, and treasured the occasions when she had all her family together. She is survived by two sons, Steve Raleigh (Vena Sue) of Greenville, Kentucky and Addie Raleigh (Linda) of Kingscreek, Kentucky; three daughters, Ollie Whitaker (Monroe) of Roxana, Kentucky, Havel Meade (Earl) of Wise, Virginia and Nora Lee Fowler (Perry) of Whitesburg, Kentucky; one brother, Hiram Stamper of Isom, Kentucky; and one sister, Mary Banks, of Detroit, Michigan. Also surviving are 7 grandchildren, 9 great-grandchildren, 1 great great grandchild along with a host of other relatives and friends, including a trusting family friend, Bob Bullock, to mourn her passing. I was very blessed to visit Sister Matilda. She always asked for a prayer and a song. Every time I was there someone was caring for her with kindness and tenderness, and most of the time, Sister Nora Lee was there. Sister Matilda fought a good fight and kept the faith. Her reward is waiting for her. Elder Vergle Caudill.

Richardson, Donald Ray-With much sadness we will try to write the obituary of one whom we miss and love very much. Donald was born on March 12, 1939 to Willard and Thelma Smith Richardson. He was 67 years, 1 month and 17 days old at his passing. Donald left behind his loving wife, Lola Mae Colley Richardson, and five children, Benita Collins of Red Fox, Kentucky, Marty Richardson of Cowan, Kentucky, Rodney Richardson of Lexington, Kentucky, Barry Richardson of Bay City, Texas, and Donna Key of Land of Lakes, Florida. Donald leaves behind 5 grandchildren, April Banks, Dewayne Banks, Ashley Richardson, Taylor Richardson and Alan Key. Donald also leaves behind one loving sister, Peggy J. Denney, and two brothers, Lonny Richardson and Danny Richardson. Donald was preceded in death by one brother, Ray Allen Richardson, one sister, Bobby Jean Richardson, and his mother and father. Donald was a loving father and the best friend a person could have. Cancer took my Dad’s life and I remember that last week of his life, his sister, Peggy, came from Florida to be with him and my Mom. Peggy and my Mom never left his side. Also, Hospice was with my Dad around the clock and they were so good to him. They were so good to him. My Dad never went to church, but I think that the last two weeks of his life he came to know the Lord and I believe he’s in Heaven today waiting for the rest of us to join him.  Written by wife and daughter

Ritchie, Mart - was born on November 14, 1919 at Clear Creek in Knott County. He died on November 21, 2005 at his daughter’s home in Flemingsburg, Kentucky. Preceding him in death was his wife, Dovie June; his parents, Sam and Ellen Ritchie; two brothers, Monroe and Corbett; and three sisters, Doshie Combs, Sophia Ritchie, and Oshia Francis. His brother, Hubert, died a short while after Mart’s death. He is survived by one daughter, Sandra Gail Collins; two granddaughters, Meredith Leigh Reed and husband, Alex Reed of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and Brittany Allyn Collins of Cincinnati, Ohio; one brother, Willard of Montana; and two sisters, Ora Maggard of Hazard and Lorene Mullins of Indiana. After finishing elementary school at Clear Creek, Mart attended high school at Hindman. He then went to Lees Junior College and graduated from Eastern Kentucky University. Mart taught school in Perry County one year and was called into the military service in World War II. He trained in the Louisiana maneuvers and also in California, and soon was overseas. He served in the European Theater, mainly in France and Germany for three years. Mart met Dovie at Lees College and they seemed very happy together. They corresponded all through the war, and were married three months after he came home. They made their home on Clear Creek all their married life. Mart was also a good farmer and took pride in his beautiful gardens. He also enjoyed working with his cattle. Mart's best sport and relaxation was fishing. He and Dovie had many enjoyable times living in their camper and fishing in Tennessee. He loved hunting too, and looked forward to November when hunting season began. Mart and Gene were always close friends, as well as brother-in-laws. Dovie and I were as close as sisters can be. She was my best friend, and a much loved sister. We had many happy times together, visiting in each others homes and taking trips together. I recall how Gene and Mart sat on our porches and talked, and how Mart would tell stories of different events, and how he would laugh. Those joyous times came to an end when Mart’s and Dovie’s health started failing. Oh, how we miss those days. Mart and Dovie always attended church and Mart talked of how he was praying and trying to live as he thought he should. On September 25, 1995 Mart joined Blair Branch Church and was baptized on October 22, 1995. He loved his church family and was in church as long he was able to go. He cherished his own family. Sandy was always so close to her Daddy. He adored his grandchildren and they loved him. He was pleased with their many honors and accomplishments. He and Dovie attended their school activities, including Grandparent’s Day. Mart loved his home on Clear Creek and was determined to stay there after Dovie died. He soon learned the place had lost its soul without Dovie. He called Sandy to come and get him. Sandy did everything she could to help him. He missed his former life. He lived eighteen lonely months after Dovie died. We miss Mart and pray we will be reunited again.
Written by Mary Shepherd.

Robinson, Elder Ted -With a heart full of sorrow and eyes full of tears, I will try with God’s help to write the obituary of my Daddy, Elder Ted Robinson. Daddy was born on August 31, 1952, the son of the late Orbin and Kelsie Robinson. He left this world for Cannans bright shore on February 21, 2006, making his stay on this earth 53 years. For those who knew him, not one second of those 53 years was dull or wasted. As everyone knows Daddy was a coal miner for 25 years. He simply was the hardest worker I ever knew. Anyone who ever worked with him would attest to that. He always said that he was proud to bring light and warmth into so many homes. He said if he didn’t work as hard as he did, maybe one person wouldn’t have lights or warmth in their house that night. That kept Daddy going. I had the privilege to work with him the last summer he was able to work in the mines. He was my boss. He fired me at least 4 times a day! I deserved it every time. My daddy was a minister for 29 years. Again he was bringing light and warmth to everyone, but this was a different kind. God gave him a gift to preach that was short of awesome. Daddy was the first one to admit this was a gift from God. It had nothing to do with him. When the Lord blessed him to preach, it was such a mixture of power and tenderness. Love, humility and humbleness could touch everyone in the room. God gave Daddy ways to explain things in such simple terms that all could understand. His work ethic towards being a faithful servant of God was even greater than that of his job. Many times I saw him drag in from a 12-13 hour day in the mines with only enough time to shower, clothe and go to a funeral, perform a wedding or just go to church. No matter how sick he was or how tired or if J.R. and I had a ballgame; as a child I had a tough time with that but as I got older I understood that through his actions he was teaching me to always put God first and He would take care of me. Daddy knew this light and warmth was felt in the soul and its name was Jesus Christ. It could take men and women to Heaven if they took heed just as he did. Daddy was one of those people who was never afraid to show his affections to people. He had been at deaths door so many times in the last few years, he understood that when he saw someone, it may be the last time so he made sure they knew he loved them. Mommy, me, J.R., Jenny and his beloved grandson, Corbin, brother, sisters, all friends and family members knew he loved us because he showed us and we felt it. Daddy, I know you would be so happy to see how many people are here that care for you and loved you so deeply. God blessed you to touch so many lives. You brought light and warmth to many in so many different ways. I’ll take care of Mommy, Bub, and Jenny. I’ll promise to raise Corbin the way you raised me. I’ve tried to make you proud all my life and I’ll continue to do so until we’re all reunited in Heaven where there is always light and warmth.
Written with love by his son, Teddy Heath Robinson.
Brother Ted Robinson was a proud member of the Little Hannah Regular Baptist Church. He always said “I
only want to help load the boat”

Seals, Ethel-With sadness, but a treasure of memories, I write the obituary of my mamaw, Ethel Seals. There are so many, many things that come to mind, memories, stories, laughter and tears. I’m sure we could all tell our own but that’s something we will have forever. Mamaw was born on Saturday, January 27, 1917 to the late Pearl and Cindy Combs. She passed from this earth on Saturday, April 8, 2006, making her stay 89 years, 2 months and 12 days. At the age of 4 she was sent to the Good Fellow Home in Lexington following the death of her dad. There she stayed until the age of 14 when she returned to Knott County. At the age of 18 she met the love of her life, Luther Seals. They were united in marriage on August 18, 1934. Unto this union 5 children were born, Ivon, Janet, Eula, Millie and Arthur (Dobbie as we know him). They also raised a grandson, Ricky, as their own son. Mamaw worked hard all of her life even though she never had a job. She labored at home to take care of her children she loved so dearly. Just to name a few fond memories, there was her garden, she loved working in her garden every year. She all but stood on her head making sure the last weed was gone. She loved watching her stories. We knew not to call during that time of day. In addition to her stories she was an avid U.K. fan whether it was on TV or radio. She was anxiously waiting when tip off time came. Then there was her game shows, Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. She never missed those. She loved to tell stories of things past, stories about her life and her children’s. Then there was a little song she sang, one that none of us could quite get. I'm sure you’ve all heard how I told on her because she made her cornbread up with her hands. She told everyone that I thought she was nasty and she thought that was so funny. Speaking of funny, who can forget that distinct laugh she had. It rang out no matter where she was. One last tidbit was what Rhena said, “A lesson well taught was not to squash her bread when you went to the store or she’d sure tell you of it.” Mamaw had a healthy life. She never complained no matter how bad she felt. Like she would say, “Aah, a feller has to go on.” Mamaw was a member of the Reynolds Fork Church, having joined in July, 2000. She loved the Lord dearly. She loved going to church or just having Bordes come by to sing a song and have prayer with her. She was always happy when she talked about the Lord. She witnessed to all that was around. Mamaw’s little home was old and tattered, but to her it was a mansion. Now she has a new mansion in Glory where she has joined our Savior to rest. As she left this world, Dobbie awoke to her softly calling for Ada Belle, a daughter-in-law that she loved as a daughter. Then as Dobbie ask her if she wanted to pray, she took her hand and said, “Father be with her”. She took her last journey home. Written by Granddaughter, Reva Ritchie.

Slone, Brenda Mullins- It’s with great honor, a heavy heart, and the help of the Lord that we will try to write the obituary of my sissy, your wife, mommy, mamaw, and special friend, Brenda Mullins Slone. She was the daughter of the late Albert (Zion) Mullins and Ollie Vergie (Everage) Mullins who preceded her in death. She was born on February 2, 1949, and departed this life on June 18, 2006, making her stay on earth 57 years, 4 months and 17 days. Early in life she met and married Tommy Ray Slone on October 22, 1966, and to this union was born seven children; one son, Scotty Ray Slone, who also preceded her in death. She leaves to mourn: her husband, Tommy Slone; three sons, Steven (Leanne) Slone, Shawn (Karen) Slone, and Jonathan (Jovina) Slone; three daughters, Sherry (Chris) Baker, Jacquelyn (Nick) Slone, and Erica (Dereck) Slone; seventeen grandchildren, Brandon, Becky, Brittany, Zack, Katie, Alora, Jordan, Racheal, Austin, Abby, Cydnee, Cody, Daniel, Chase, Aaron, Zander, and Hannah; one great- grandchild, Jaxon Gage Short; five brothers, Alger (Cinda) Mullins, Burl (Oralee) Mullins, Vick (Irene) Mullins, Morgan Mullins, and Dean (Cindy) Mullins; and three sisters; Linda (Duane) Hall, Charlotte Cable, and Gloria (Robert) Dials. She was a member of the Happy Home Church and helped as deaconess at the time of her passing. She loved her Lord, but that dreadful disease cancer that she fought with a long time over took her as her body got weaker and her faith got stronger in the Lord. Even in all of her sickness and pain she would help brighten up your day and worried about people that didn’t have the Lord in their life. Brenda would talk about her family that the Lord had blessed her to have and prayed many prayers for them. But, Mommy’s hope was not in this world, but it has left us so sad. We will have her memory and that special love that she gave us all. But, just think, in that little hospital room even though we didn’t see the angels that came to take her home I felt their presence. Brenda loved us all, but Jesus called her and said, “rise up my love, my fair one, and come away with me for the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth and the time of the singing of the birds is come and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.” She left happy and God has made a way for all to meet again in Heaven, but we have to go there through his son, Jesus, for He paid our way. Written By: Husband, Tommy Slone and Brother in the Lord, Elder Alger Mullins.

Smith, Bonnie Lou-Bonnie Lou Shepherd met Cordis Smith, Jr. in the fall of 1969 at Alice Lloyd College. By Christmas, Cordis had asked her parents, Lacy and Stella Shepherd, if he could marry their daughter. They were married by Coy Combs at Mousie, Kentucky on January 9, 1971. Bonnie and Cordis moved to Big Fork of Lotts Creek where they have lived for 35 years. In about a year, they had their first child, LaDawn, and two years later, a son, William John. Bonnie’s life was centered around family and children; her own and everyone else’s. She was a constant presence in LaDawn and William’s life. Bonnie’s greatest gift was her love of children. She didn’t work outside the home, but she sure did work. She helped raise so many children, Joe and Dustin, Jessica, Kortni and Evan, Candace, Alice, Ashley and Brandi, Alyssa and Ryan, Zach, Reagan and Ryan, and Derek and Kelsey. She possessed the patience it takes to love a child and still be able to teach it right from wrong. Another gift of Bonnie’s was her ability to bring joy to your life. She had a wonderful sense of humor and loved to talk and enjoy life. You couldn’t be sad around Bonnie. Bonnie was such an important part of this family. She became another sister to Donna, Norma and Helen, and a daughter to Cordis, Mescal and Pap. There are many things we’ll never forget about Bonnie: She loved antiques and anything old. She loved feeding birds and had several houses and feeders in her yard. She loved flowers and spent early mornings watering and caring for them. She had such a strong sense of her roots and loved her brothers and sisters dearly. She loved talking on the phone to them and their occasional visits. Her favorite time of the year was Christmas. She loved to decorate for every holiday, but Christmas was special. The only thing greater than her love of Cordis, LaDawn and William was her love and pride in her grandchildren, Chase, Nathan and Christa. Bonnie told everyone that she had been blessed with having a wonderful life and her main wish was that her children and grandchildren would have such a life. When she started getting sick, it was hard for her to accept and it broke her heart that she couldn’t take care of her granddaughter, Christa. These grandchildren will never realize how much love and care they will have missed by Bonnie being taken from them. Bonnie had a strong sense of faith and lived her life believing in God. Her daily actions showed kindness, patience, charity, and forgiveness. About 3 months ago, Bonnie was in the hospital and her mind cleared. She asked for a preacher and several came. She wanted to be right with God. On July 11, 2006, Jesus took Bonnie home to spend eternity in Heaven. We will see her there.

Smith, Robert Lee - passed away on September 9, 2005 at the home of his sister, Durea Engle. He was born on March 15, 1926 at Lotts Creek in Perry County. He was the first born child of James Marcum Smith and Emmaline Gayheart Smith. Lee served in the US Air Force and in the US Army. He received honorable discharge from those services. He spent much of his time in the service in Biloxi, Mississippi and in Japan. He made many lifelong friends during his time in the service. Lee spent many years of his life in Indiana, near Scottsburg. He was a restaurant owner and manager in Indiana. He was the father of three children. He had one son, Johnny Smith. He also had two daughters, Joy Diane Case and Sondra Smith. Lee had three grandchildren, Brandi, Samantha and Jami Beth. He also had a great grandchild, Megan. He was a very proud father and grandfather. He was a loving father and very devoted to his family. Lee Smith also was survived by two loving sisters, Durea Engle and Bonnie Stacy, both of Lotts Creek. He left behind two devoted nephews, James and Doug Stacy, and a devoted niece, Eugenia Engle. He enjoyed his role as brother and uncle. In the 1970’s Lee returned to Lotts Creek to manage the family business, a grocery store. There he spent many years making numerous friends and renewing old acquaintances. His life touched many people during the years that he worked in the store. The young people of Lotts Creek regarded Lee as their mentor. He worked in the grocery store until July of 2000 when he had a fall and broke his hip and was not able to return to work. He made a confession of faith during the year 2000 to a family member. He made his public confession of faith in June 2005 to pastors Bob Combs and Howard Owens. He joined the Summertown Old Regular Baptist Church at Lotts Creek and was baptized in July, 2005 at Carr Fork Lake. Lee will be dearly missed by his family and friends for many years to come. He had a smiling spirit and left his loved ones with many memories. We are happy to say that Lee was a part of our lives.

Stamper, Addie -age 84, of Mallie, Kentucky died on Thursday, May 11, 2006 at the Hazard Appalachian Regional Medical Center in Hazard, Kentucky. He was born in Knott County, Kentucky on March 20, 1922, the son of Hiram and Elizabeth Smith, and the brother of J.R. (Marilyn) Smith and two sisters, Elna (Nick) Fields and Russell Sue Smith. Other survivors are his wife, Voline; sisters-in-law, Geneva Smith, “P’Nut” Stacy, and Gail Cox; and brothers-in-law, Speedy Young, Dean Young and Don Cox. Addie was preceded in death by his mother and father, a baby sister, Polly, and his brother, Sam Smith. Addie joined the United States Army on December 15, 1942, and served stateside during World War II. His job was to oversee the loading of ships in New York City and New Orleans. He was awarded the American Theater Ribbon, the Good Conduct medal and the Victory Medal in World War II. He was discharged from service at Camp Attabury, Indiana on February 7, 1946.After returning from service in the army, he met Voline Young and they were married on December 11, 1948. They enjoyed 57 years and 5 months together. They loved gardening, traveling, attending church, caring for and visiting family, and friends. But, most of all they loved each other. Addie was a member of the United Mine Workers and he worked as a heavy equipment operator for 34 years. He loved this type of work and continued to express an interest in it. Addie became ill in July, 2005 with colon cancer and had chemotherapy treatments for about six months. Near the end of these treatments, he contracted pneumonia and was in and out of the hospital until his death. During this time his loving wife, Voline, remained by his side. With some help from others, especially her sister, P-Nut, and her brother, Speedy, she saw to all of his needs. She knew how much he loved her for he frequently said, “Voline is so good to me." Addie was very blessed. He was loved by all who knew him, and he had a close relationship with his family, friends and neighbors. But, most of all, he loved the Lord. One of his special friends was Danny Amburgey, who visited him at home and in the hospital. He looked forward to these visits and loved the prayers, the fellowship and the singing. He told Danny how he loved the Lord better than anything, and that he was saved. His favorite song was “Ninety and Nine” which always caused tears to flow from his eyes. We feel that Addie is now resting around the throne of God waiting for his family and friends to join him there. Now Addie understands Psalm 30:5. “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.”

Thacker, Arnold and Marie - were two of the most loved people in Knott and surrounding counties. Although they had nine children of their own, countless others thought of them as parents or grandparents. Their home on Possom Trot Road at Leburn, held countless gatherings for family and friends over the years. They always had plenty of food and love to share with everyone who came to visit. Just being with them was a source of comfort for many people. After being married for more than 69 years, their love for each other had only grown stronger. They had developed a deep respect for one another, setting an example for us all about love and marriage. To him, she was still the young bride that he had wed so long ago. To her, he was still the most handsome man she had ever met. It was obvious to everyone that they found pure joy in each other. They had their share of trouble and heartache along the way, but always had each other to cling to. This was especially true during the heartbreaking loss of two sons in infancy and early childhood, and a precious grandson later in life.The only one that they leaned on more than each other was God. Mommy gave her life to the Lord and was baptized in the early 1970s. Daddy soon followed, telling everyone that it was the best decision he had ever made. They became pillars of their precious New Home Church. Their faith in God was a light to us all. On August 11, 2005, our loving mother, at age 87, went to be with the Lord. She had been in poor health for years, but in the end, she fought a long, hard battle with cancer. No one could picture Daddy without Mommy and neither could he. Exactly three months later on November 11, 2005, our beloved Father followed his precious Marie to their Heavenly home. Although he had suffered with several health problems for years, he simply slipped away with a broken heart. Who do we turn to now for the wisdom that only a Mommy and Daddy can share? Where do we go for the comfort that only a Mommy and Daddy can provide? Who will show the grandchildren how to cook, quilt, and work with wood? Who will pass on the stories of our ancestors with such detail? Who will advise us to turn all our problems over to God? Who will tell us that Jesus is the key to everlasting life? In the later years of their life, if the weather was warm, most days would find Mommy and Daddy sitting on their front porch. Mommy rocked in her chair while Daddy, sitting beside her, recalled memories from a lifetime ago. Their home, once filled with warmth, laughter, and love, is only a house now. The two people that made it so special no longer live there. They now call Heaven their home.
We love you and miss you Mommy and Daddy. The children of Arnold and Marie Thacker.

Thacker, Arnold-It is with a sad and broken heart I try to write an obituary of my loving Father, Arnold Thacker. He was
born into the home of Jim Thacker and Mary Belle Slone Thacker on December 4, 1917. He lived to be 87 years old. He passed away at the Knott County Nursing Home on November 11, 2005.Early in life he met and married Marie Hall Thacker to whom he was married for 70 years. To this union was born nine children: Homer, Shirley, Shelby Ray, Gladys, Donald Forest, Elizabeth, Bobbie, Charles and Irene. Two of the kids and Mommy preceded him in death. Mom died three months to a day on August 11, 2005. I took care of them seven days a week after they got sick. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Dad joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in 1980. He was a very faithful member as long as he could go.He leaves to mourn his passing 7 children, 22 grand children, 7 great-great grandchildren and lots of friends and relatives.
Written by his daughter, Shirley Combs.

Thacker, Marie Hall-It’s with a broken heart I try to write an obituary of my sweet mother, Marie Hall Thacker. She was born on May 16, 1918 to Walter and Louetta Watts Hall. Early in life she met and married Arnold Thacker. They were married 70 years. To this union was born nine children: Homer, Shelby Ray, Shirley, Gladys, Donald Forest, Elizabeth, Charles, Irene and Bobbie. They lived a hard and good life. Mom passed away on August 11, 2005 from cancer, leaving Dad and us behind. Dad was so lonely he didn’t want to go on any more so he lived three months and passed away on November 11, 2005. Mom joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in the seventies. She was a faithful member as long as she was able. She was sick a long time. She leaves to mourn her passing 7 children, 22 grand children and 7 great-great grandchildren. It will never be the same anymore. I miss her so bad I can hardly make it.Her broken hearted daughter, Shirley Combs

Watts, Inus Caudill -87, a loving daughter, wife, mother, grandmother, great grandmother, sister, and friend to all, died peacefully at Pikeville Methodist Hospital on December 12, 2005 with her children, a grandson and friends, David and Opal Jent, gathered by her bedside. She was born on February 4, 1918 to Jepp and Eva Caudill. She married Fred Watts on June 26, 1936. This union was blessed with four daughters and four sons. Inus was preceded in death by her husband, her parents and a son, Billy Dean. She is survived by daughters, Viola Watts and Doris Watts of Hallie, Kentucky, Naomi Sturgill of Whitesburg, Kentucky, and Kaye Parker of Blackey, Kentucky and three sons, Shelby Watts and Robert Watts of Hallie, Kentucky and Marty Watts of Premium, Kentucky. Also surviving are six grandchildren, five great grandchildren and three sisters, Lois Blair, Recie Haynes, and Gaythiel Clark. During the last months of her illness, Inus was bedridden and was lovingly cared for by her children. What a pleasure her children received as they witnessed her show of faith that shone through her smiling face. Inus was a member of Cedar Grove Old Regular Baptist Church, but her citizenship was in Heaven. Heaven was waiting with outstretched arms to receive her while her Lord and Savior said to her, “Well done thou good and faithful servant, enter in. "We will miss her smiling face and great cooking as we continue to gather around her table, but we know another flower has been added to His bouquet.    The Family. 

Watts, Homer (Reno) - was born on May 15, 1933 and passed from this life on January 2, 2006 at Hazard ARH, being 72 years, 7 months and 16 days of age at the time of his passing. Reno was the son of the late Wade and Maggie Amburgey Watts. Four sisters and two brothers preceded him in death. Surviving are his wife, Patricia Combs Watts; 3 daughters, Debra Sparkman, Susan Watts, and Durhonda (David) Johnson all of Litt Carr, Kentucky; four grandchildren, Jonathan Sparkman, Jessica (Kenneth) Childers, Seth Corey Little, and Heath Johnson; and two great grandchildren, Jaiden Sparkman and Kamryn Childers. Also surviving are his mother-in-law and special friend, Versie Reynolds, and a host of nieces, nephews and good friends. He spent four years in the Navy, was a mine inspector and a retired coal miner. Several years ago, he joined and was baptized at the Tolson Creek Church, which was the joy of his life. We believe our loss is Heaven’s gain.

Whitaker, Amos & Nellie "Mammie" Blair-With the help of the good Lord above, we will try to write the obituary of our dear mother and sister in the Lord. Nella “Mammie”Whitaker of Jeremiah, passed away on Sunday, August 20, 2006 at the Letcher Manor Nursing Home in Whitesburg, Kentucky. She was the daughter of the late Johnny Riley and Polly Ann Watts Blair. Mom was born at Linefork, Kentucky on August 6,1919, being 87 years and 2 weeks of age at the time of her passing. Mom became the beloved wife of Amos Whitaker on October 1, 1941, making her holy union last 34 years, 5 months and 23 days. On the 2nd Sunday in September of 1971, Mom joined the Doty Creek Old Regular Baptist Church and was baptized on the 2nd Sunday in October of 1971. She came into the Dixon Memorial Church on July 24, 1994.
Surviving are 4 sons, Allen Whitaker (Sylvania) of Jeremiah, Roger Whitaker (Debbie) of Premium, Rulah Whitaker (Peggy) of Jabez, and Johnny Whitaker (Tammy) of Hindman; 1 daughter, Wilma Halcomb (Jake) of Jeremiah; 1 brother, Lovell Blair (Lois) of Jeremiah; 3 sisters, Ila Adams, Minnie Blair, and Stella Mae Blair all of Jeremiah; 12 grand children and 26 great grandchildren; and a host of other family and friends to mourn her passing. Mom was preceded in death by her husband, Amos Whitaker; 3 brothers, Shade Blair, Bee Blair and Dee Blair; 2 sisters, Ella Blair and Lizzie Campbell; and 3 grandchildren, Regan Whitaker, Randall Whitaker and Justin Whitaker. Mom attended church as often as she could, when she became unable to go she would ask us “What kind of meeting we had and where we went. "Blair Branch will not be the same without such a good neighbor and friend. Anyone who visited her would know that one of the first things Mom would say when you came in would be “Have you ate? Want me to fix you something?" Mom was a loving wife, mother, sister and grandmother, she is greatly missed by those left behind. She left this world of trouble and sorrow to go to a land of joy and peace. We truly believe that Mom was looking forward to the day that she and Dad would be reunited. In her own words, she would say, “Don’t grieve for me children, just be able to say so long for a little while, and not goodbye." God has now moved our family reunion to Heaven. So, children and grandchildren, let’s do what (Mammie) would want us to do, get close together and pray that one day we will all meet again. Written by her loving family.

Whitaker, Amos -With a sad and broken heart I will try to write the obituary of my loving husband, Amos Whitaker. He was born on February 9, 1921 and passed from this life on March 24, 1975, making his stay on this earth 54 years, 1 month, and 15 days. He was the son of Roy and Nannie Bell Whitaker of Premium. He was united in marriage to Nella Blair on October 1, 1941. We were blessed to have 5 children: 4 sons, Allen, Rulah and Johnny of Jeremiah, Roger of Beaver Dam and 1 daughter, Wilma of Beaver Dam. He worked in the coal mines most of his life to provide for his family. He was a hard worker and a very loving husband and father. He is sadly missed in his home and by his friends. He joined the Old Regular Baptist in May, 1969 and took his membership at the Doty Creek Old Regular Baptist Church. He was a strong believer in the old time ways and shortly after joining church, God called him to the ministry. He attended his church faithfully as long as he stayed on earth. He would counsel his children and beg them to meet him in Heaven. So children, if you want to meet Daddy, you will have to make his God your God. Written by his loving wife, Nella Whitaker.

Whitaker, Ethan- With a very sad and a broken heart I will try to write an obituary of a very beloved husband, dad, and grandpa, Ethan “Tucker” Whitaker. Ethan was born on April 30, 1936 to the late Samuel and Bertie Mullins Whitaker. He passed from this life on June 21, 2006, making his stay here on earth 70 years, 1 month, and 21 days. He met and married Lorene Mullins Whitaker and to this marriage 2 children were born, Charlene Whitaker Slone of Hindman, Kentucky and Ethan Whitaker, Jr. of North Carolina. Others who mourn our loss are one brother, Ronnie Whitaker of Amburgey, Kentucky; one grandson, Britt Samuel Whitaker; Sandy Whitaker; and Jim Slone. Ethan was a retired coal miner. He enjoyed gardening and wood crafting and going to church. Seems like everyone he came in contact with loved him and had great respect for him. Ethan developed cancer. He would often get up all through the night and we would have a talk about him having to leave. His only worry was he wanted me to be taken care of. He would always tell our children to take care and be good to Mom. After he talked to them about the Lord and a place they could go hereafter. He grew worse, but never complained, but just wanted to know that others would be taken care of. I believe the night the death angel came, Ethan really was doing fine. He went to a place where there will be no more pain. Family and friends will miss Ethan, but his wife, Lorene, will miss him the most. But, we can always have our sweet memories that no one can take away from us. So, just rest on Ethan in your peaceful sleep. We will meet again where there will be no pain or sorrow. So, children if Dad could speak to you, he would say give your life to the Lord and come live with me forever.Written by his broken-hearted wife, Lorene Whitaker