NEW SALEM ASSOCIATION
Old Regular Baptist of Jesus Christ
Held With
Steels Creek Church
Wayland, Kentucky-Floyd County
September 21,22,23 1928

OBITUARIES

Provided by J B Francis

Akers, Preston-With sadness and much feelings, I will, in order to fill the request of the bereaved father, attempt to write a short sketch of the life and death of my beloved cousin, Preston Akers. He was the oldest son of Floyd Akers and Nannie Akers-s, and was born March 8, 1894.From childhood Preston was kind and friendly to all, and bore his many afflictions with much patience. At the early age of eleven, death called his mother from him, and the little family circle was broken, but as the unworthy writer believes, when Nan was called by death from that humble home, leaving a heart-broken husband and her little children, it was then that Uncle Floyd had a family started in Heaven, and since then two of her sons, to-wit, Peyton and Preston, have gone on to meet her, and 3 little sons, Sheridan, Mat and Oka (by a second marriage) too have crossed over the river of death, and as the family decreases here on earth it will increase in Heaven. On the 10th day of August, 1916, Preston was married to Rebecca Jane Kidd, and to this union there was born five sons and two daughters, one of these little buds preceding him in death. All who was acquainted with Preston knew him to be an honest and hard working boy, and all loved and respected him. On the first Saturday in March, 1925, he professed a hope in Christ, and was baptized into the fellowship of the Regular Baptist Church by the Elder Elbert Hamilton. For several years he was afflicted with tuberculosis, the pains and suffering of which he bore patiently, and realizing the fatality of that dreadful disease, he was sensible of the approaching end, and would express his readiness and willingness to go, and on June 14, 1928, the pale horse and rider came and conveyed him away, and at the early age of 34 years, three months and six days he bid his good companion and little children goodbye, and as the humble writer believes he was accompanied by a convoy of angels to join that Heavenly Host beneath the Altar, there to meet mother, and his brothers, to-wit, Peyton, Sheridan, Mat and little Okie, and that little babe of his that has gone on before, and while his spirit is thus basking in the sunlight of that Heavenly clime with them, his body is sleeping in the family graveyard, beside them, there to await the resurrection, when his body, with theirs, and all the Saints, will be called from the grave, and in that sweet process of reunion of the soul and body the will be caught up to meet the Lord in the air. This lonely cemetery in which these loved ones are sleeping is, no doubt, the dearest spot on earth to this sad and heart-broken father, but the little spot that has been reserved for him, by the side of Nannie, will one day, and that in the near future, be broken and his frail and feeble body will be laid by their side, and it is not until then that his grieving over their absence will cease, and he will be permitted to meet them and enjoy their company again. Friends will that not be a happy reunion? Written by T. B. Akers

Bryant, J. F.-It is with a sad heart we try to write a short sketch of the life of our beloved father and husband, Jasper F. Bryant. He was born Jan. 19, 1887, and lived an honest, truthful and moral life. He had been sick for the last 15 years of his life with tuberculosis of the spine, of which disease he died with April 28, 1928. He was married Dec. 11, 1920, to Miss Fannie Gipson. Unto this union was born 2 children, a girl and a boy. Jasper told me a few days before he passed away that he had prayed for the Lord to show him if he was condemned for "Hell" and he told me that he couldn't see a thing in his way and the night before he died he called for me and I went to him and he said, "hurry, hurry.' I said, "Hurry what for, Jasper?" and he said, "Hurry me on to my blessed home. Then he called for me and asked me to preach for him and I told him I couldn't preach and he said, "Well be good then." He also told my sister that he saw the "Ship coming and he had to go," and also said he saw the sheep. Although he had not joined the church, the Regular Baptist was the one he believed in and I feel that our loss was his gain. I did all I could day and night, never tiring, and if it had been God's holy and divine will I would have been doing for him today as I did the 7 years we lived together. I want all of you good Christian-hearted people to pray for me and my small children that I may bring them up to be an honorable man and woman like their father was. His Lonesome Wife and Children, Fannie, Mabel and Warren Bryant

Davis, Nancy- To fill the request of friend, Harmon Davis, will try to write a sketch of the life of his companion, to-wit, Sister Nancy Davis. She was born Jan. 9, some time in the year of eighteen hundred, and" died Oct. 15, 1927. In early life she was married to Harmon Davis, but never had any children. She joined the Mt. Olive Church, February 2nd, Saturday, 1892, and lived a faithful life until death. She suffered many years with dropsy, but I feel that Sister Nancy is in a spirit's land, where her suffering is all over.  Morrell Slone

Gibson, Will-It now becomes my sad duty to try to write an obituary of our deceased brother, to-wit, Bro. Will Gibson. He was born Nov. 6, 1855, died Feb. 3, 1927. Brother Gibson married Louisa Swiney, Oct. 30, 187G. Unto this union was born 8 children. Two little infants went on to glory many years ago. Six are still living. He was married again to Mary Coleman. Unto them was born 3 children. Bro. Gibson joined the Little Creek Church of Old Regular Baptist the second Sunday in August, 1922. He was a faithful member to fill his seat as long as he was able. He enjoyed the company of the brethren and sisters of Little Creek Church. I have met him in old time meetings and seen tears of joy flow down his cheeks so freely. He was loved by all the brethren, both far and near. Brother Gibson lived a peaceable life among his friends and neighbors. Two of his sons professed a hope in Christ and joined the same church to which Bro. Gibson belonged. Will say to the rest of Brother Gibson's children, if you ever expect to see your blessed old father, you must be "born again," not of a corruptible seed but of an incorruptible, by the Word of God which liveth and abideth forever. If you die in your sins, you will not come in the first resurrection. Will say to Bro. Sid and Harry, to not sorrow over your father even as others which have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them which sleep in Jesus will God bring with Him. Will say to this sad and lonely widow not to weep over your husband that is gone, but like David: He is gone, he never can return to me but I can go to him. Press on a few more days, do your Christian duty according to the will of God. Our Grand Master said: If I go away I will come again and receive you unto myself that where I am there you may be also. So one moment in that beautiful city will pay us for all the tears we have shed. So let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God and keep His commandments, for this is the whole duty of man. Excuse my awkward manner of trying to write this obituary. Written by your weak and unworthy brother, B. H. Damron, Yeager, Pike County, Ky.

Hall, Harlan-By the solicitation of some beloved Mends, with sadness of heart and much reluctance, I will in my rude and awkward way, attempt to write a short sketch of the life of a beloved brother that has passed away, that of Harlan Hall. Harlan Hall, the subject of this sketch, was the son of Elder Henry Hall, was born Jan. 28, 1879, died May 5th, 1928, was 49 years of age at his death. Harlan Hall when a young man was one of the most refined and gentlemanly turned young men of his time. He manifested a high regard for the counsel of his father and mother. He was a law-abiding, upright young gentleman of the highest type. He was never known to take the name of God in vain or to commit a penal or criminal offense or to aid or abet in the commission of crime in any way. He was never known to be drunk or drinking with men of that type. He walked in the paths of truth and honor. I, the writer of this sketch, have known Harlan Hall from his early boyhood days. He was one of the most sedate and trust worthy young men I ever had the pleasure of meeting with. The allurement of common society had no charms for him. Drinking and drunkenness and bad conduct were repugnant to his feelings. He was careful about the company he kept. He at a very early age manifested a high regard for the worship of God and on the first Sunday in June, 1899, he joined the Regular Baptist Church at the Old Joppa church, after which he, living a most refined and Godly life, his church seeing and feeling his usefulness, on the first Saturday in October, 1909, ordained him as a deacon in his church, which office he filled with fidelity and faithfulness, to the honor and up building of his church. Some time later he manifested a desire to speak in public, he believing and declaring that he had a divine calling of God to go forth and declare life and salvation to a sin-stricken and dying world. He was set apart by his church to exercise in the full functions of his gift so he filled both offices, that of a deacon and speaker, with honor and dignity in his church with great faithfulness till his death. I, the writer of this sketch, in a conversation with old Brother Will Tackett about Harlan Hall, Brother Will remarked saying too much could not be said in praise of the life and acts of Harlan Hall. But now, dear father, brothers and sisters of Harlan, he is gone. He has ceased from the walks of this life no more to meet his brethren and sisters in church fellowship here. He has met his last enemy. He has conquered his last foe, and is at rest, enjoying that sweet sleep in the arms of Jesus. The life he lived and the manner in which he conducted himself while here will live in the minds of his friends and neighbors while Harlan is dead. We feel it will inspire many to higher and nobler acts and help them to rise above the low and vulgar and bare things of this life and inspire them to nobler acts of citizenship and to live a nobler Christian life. In the language of Paul, the great apostle, there is laid up for him a crown of unfading glory that cannot be tainted or stained but is made white by the blood of the lamb, the blessed Son of God while suspended upon the Cross of Calvary. We trust the life he lived, and all his acts will be a burning and shining light to all his friends and neighbors; that it will cause many to think of their future, and to seek a pardon and remission of their sins before it is too late; that all who knew him will heed his example and lay hold on eternal life that they may be able to say with Harlan, I am not ashamed to own my Lord nor to defend His cause, maintain the honor of His word, the glory of His cross. Yours in hope of eternal life, H. C. Akers

Hall, Lee, Sr. (Known as Dog Hall) It is with sad feelings that I attempt to write a sketch of the life and death of a dear brother in the Lord. Lee Hall was born Oct, 6, 1861, died March 3, 1928, age 66 years, 5 months and 1 day. He was the son of John Hall and was married to Florence Thornsbury, Feb. 17,_ 1884. Unto this union was born 16 children. Six of this number preceded him in death, 3 in infancy and 3 after marriage and having families. This leaves 10 children, a loving wife and many friends to mourn his loss, but we feel our loss is his eternal gain. He joined the Caney Fork Church of Old Regular Baptist Oct. 24, 1927, and was baptized same day and lived a faithful member until death. Brother Hall was a hard-working man, a good citizen, and a friend to all. He was diseased for some time before death. I visited him regular while on his bed of affliction and his talk was mostly of heavenly things and regretted much because he didn't begin serving his Maker sooner. Brothers and sisters, let us all pray for Sister Hall in her lonesome hours, that her children may change and live a life that will lighten her burden while she is living here on earth and be prepared to meet their father where parting is no more.Written by a brother in the Lord and brother-in-law. A. L. Caudill

Hall, Mary Jane-By the solicitation of a dear old brother and father in the gospel, to-wit, Elder Henry Hall, I will attempt in my rude and awkward way to write a short sketch of 'he life of his beloved wife, Mary Jane Hull, in so doing and in order to give all her brethren and sisters a better understanding of the great moral and Christian worth of the good sister in this life I will digress some from the subject. The Hall generation is one of the most numerous of all the families of eastern Kentucky. Among them, and in general, they are a most profound, noble, and high cultured people, yet many of them are ambitious and of high nerve tension when unjustly assailed. From this generation Elder Henry Hall and his beloved wife, Mary Jane, sprung, yet they were unlike their generation in many ways. Mary Jane, the subject of this sketch, was born May 29, 1856, was married to Henry Hall July, 1876. To this union was born twelve children, eight sons and four daughters. Three of her sons preceded her in death: Isaiah, at the age of 22; Lewis, at the age of 8 months, and Harlan, at the age of 49. Mary Jane, the beloved sister, joined the Regular Baptist Church at the old Joppa Church on the first Sunday in 'April, 1891. From that time till her death which occurred on May 13th, 1928, she lived almost devoted Christian life, letting her light shine as becometh the children of God. Her conversation was at all times of a Godly sort. She was mild and of a gentle, quiet disposition, not rash, nor easily irritated. She was calm, serene and lovely and sympathetic in all her ways. Her sympathies were easily aroused.When she knew that any of her children, her brethren or sisters, friends or neighbor.:, were in sickness or distress, she was always willing and ready to lend a helping-hand for their relief. All who knew her loved her. To know her was to love her. I, the writer of this sketch, have thought and have heard others say Mary Jane mothered and raised one of the most law-abiding and Christian set of children that any mother has been blessed to raise in the mountains of Kentucky. This is proof of the fact that children trained up right when young will not depart from their training when old. This is the manifestation and the fruit of Mary Jane's motherly love and Christian training of her children. Mary Jane, the blessed mother in Israel, obeyed the divine command in training her children up in the way they should go. Oh, what pleasure, what joy, what great happiness it was to Mary Jane to see her children coming up to her old mother church, confessing they had found Jesus, the blessed Son of God, precious to their souls. Oh. what infinite joy and raptures of delight it was to Mary Jane, the blessed mother in Israel, to see the fruit of all her labor's toils and sorrows, and all her Christian love and devotion so richly laden with fruit, in helping to bring her sons and daughters to God. When we think of the prayers, the tears, the love, and the Christian devotion of Mary Jane, the great mother in Israel, in behalf of her children and her neighbors, our minds revert back to the blessed Mary who sat at the feet of Jesus and washed them with her tears and wiped them with her hair. Dear sons and daughters and children of Mary Jane, can you not realize the infinite 3oy, the raptures of delight it gave Mary Jane, your blessed mother, to sit at the communion table and commune with and wash the feet of her dear daughters of all the good women spoken of in the Bible. There is only one called great and the Bible is silent as to her name. This was the great Shumanite woman that so lovingly and devotedly prepared to entertain and take care of Elisha, the man of God. Brother Henry, how often has this great Shumanite, your blessed wife, your beloved Mary Jane, said to you when your meeting time was approaching or drawing night, let us prepare to take care of and entertain the children of God. Brother Henry, we feel that you can safely say of Mary Jane, your great Shumanite, your beloved wife, that the heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, she has bowed will to the ways of her household, and she eateth not the bread of idleness. But now, alas! Mary Jane, the blessed mother, the good wife, the great Shumanite of your household is gone, to return to you no more. The vitality of her mortal body has ceased to vitalize her soul is gone to God who gave it, there to roam the sweet fields of Eden and bask on the sunny banks of sweet deliverance and drink in all the pleasures of sweet delight. Old Brother Henry, your beloved Mary Jane is not dead, but is asleep in the arms of Jesus, in the bosom of Abraham, when Christ, who is our life, shall appear she will also appear with him in glory, for Christ shall descend and with the voice of the archangel and the trumpet of God. and shall declare that time shall be no longer. Then Mary Jane will come forth and soar away to meet him in the air, with all the blood-washed throng, then she will hear that welcome approbation: Come ye blessed of my father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. So old brother you and your dear children must say farewell dear wife and mother until the dawn of that sweet eternal day when all earthly and transitory things shall pass away and spiritual and eternal things begin.  In love to all, H. C. Akers

Hicks, Logan-It now becomes my sad duty to try and write the obituary of my dear father, Logan Hicks. He was born in the year of 1866, died July 6, 1926. He was married to Sylvania Morris. Unto them were born 9 children, five boys and four girls. Three of them had already paid the debt my blessed father had to play. He was a member of the Old Regular Baptist Church about 25 years and always believed in a clean life and he preached, I can't remember how long, but every since I was a little girl. He laid bedfast seven months and was always praying. He told me the day after Christmas that he had seen heaven, and when my ssiter went to him, he was sitting on the side of the bed, hollowing and praising God. At another time I asked him on Sunday if he wanted us all to sing. He said, "Yes, sing on and on," and said to me, "Child, you ought to see my pretty home. It is as white as snow and hands didn't build it," and then he said, "I'm going home." I asked him to let me go with him. He said, "No, I will pome back after you," and I often go out in the yard at night expecting to see him, and how I miss him. There's no one to give me the good advice he did.
Come stand round me, brothers
And sisters, you I call; Remember what you promised,
With me among you all-We promised our dear father,
When he was here with us, That we'd all meet him in heaven,
Now which will meet him first.
Cyntha Hicks

Hopkins, Millie-I will now, due to respect and in remembrance of my fault, make the sad and feeble attempt to write an obituary of my dear aged mother, to-wit, Millie Hopkins, who departed this life about June 17, 1926. She was the daughter of Miles Hall, Sr., and wife and was born about the year of 1858 and at a very young age was married to William R. Hopkins and unto this union was born 11 children, six boys and five girls, of which all are yet living but one daughter, who died in the year of 1912.Mother joined the Joppa Church of the Old Regular Baptist about the year of 1892, at which time this poor boy was only six or seven years old, but I remember when both father and mother were baptized, and I sure am thankful to the Lord for this sweet remembrance. Father died in the year of 1908, leaving mother and seven children at the old home to make a battle for life in this cold-hearted world, and not very long after father died the old family home was destroyed by fire and this had a tendency to wreck mother in such a way that she never did much more housekeeping but stayed the most of the remainder of her time with her two youngest daughters. Mother became somewhat negligent in regard to doing her Christian duties, but while visiting her during her illness and on her death bed at her son's at Pikeville. I remember well asking mother if she was prepared to die, and she bursted out in a cry and said, "Yes, son. there is nothing between me and the good Lord, but I hate to leave my dear children." So I am satisfied that mother is at rest. Mother was blessed to enjoy the fellowship of seven of her sons and daughters in the Old Baptist Church. Therefore I wish to say to' my fleshly brothers and sisters in the flesh, who have obtained that precious hope in your souls, let us while we are scattered in different sections of this old world, pray for each other and for the remainder of our brothers and sisters that are yet sinners, that God may be pleased to spare them a little longer that they may come to the knowledge of the truth; and let's hold sacred that sweet old profession which we have made openly before the world of mankind, for we too must some day in the near future come down as low on our dying beds as father and mother did and someone will fold our arms across our lifeless breast. We are now orphans left alone and our minds yet run back to those two sad events that we followed our father and mother to the lonesome graveyard where they were placed beyond our natural sight, but some bright day well go and see them, away over on the golden shore, where parting never will come any more. So I wish to say to my precious brethren and sisters of the sweet Old Baptist Faith, let us ever hold high our sacred profession, that you that are orphans as well as we, may all journey together here in peace, so that when the death summons comes we may say, "Come, death, I will gladly leave all below in order to meet with loved ones gone on before."
Your little brother in hope, E. V. Hopkins

Howard, Brison-It is with sad feelings that I write this obituary of our dear brother, Brison Howard, born Oct. 3, 1863, deceased April 27, 1928, age 64 years. He leaves a loving companion and five children behind to mourn his loss, while in that heaven where he has gone he has met again with four of his children who are deceased. Brother Howard was a faithful member of the Regular Baptist Church for about 30 years, and was a kind and loving husband and father to his family. He walked in ways of righteousness, training up his children in the way they should go, and ready always to extend the loving hand of friendship to his friends and neighbors. He had a long and painful sickness, but through it all he never lost hope but talked always of the beautiful home awaiting him in heaven. To the last he was lovingly cared for by his wife and children who knew that his days with them were numbered. As long as he was able, he reached his hand in loving greeting to his friends and neighbors when they came to his bedside. He asked his aged wife not to leave him, but to stay with him in his last minutes, which she did, doing everything she could for him, but God had use for our loving brother, so on April 27, 1928, his spirit winged its flight on that journey from which no traveler has ever returned. His seat is vacant in our church, but sweet is the assurance that he has found a heavenly seat in the church of God, where with a bright and shining body liken unto Christ, he is awaiting the great day of the Lord. At his request, he was buried in a little graveyard near his home where his family and friends can often visit his grave. His funeral is set for the second Saturday and Sunday in July, 1929, when we all will meet again in loving remembrance to our brother. Rest on dear brother and farewell Till Gabriel's trum shall sound, And Christ shall call, Arise ye dead, Ye nations underground. Written by a Friend,  Cora Olson

Huff, Lewis-It is with sad feelings that I try to write a short obituary of our beloved brother, Lewis Huff, a son of John Huff and Artie Huff. He was born April 6, 1892, deceased Oct. 24, 1926. Age 37 years. He was reared up in Knott County, Ky., and was married to Dovie Nichols, August 17, 1909. To this union were born 7 children, four girls and three boys, all living to mourn the loss of a pious father. He joined the Regular Baptist Church, May 5, 1922, and lived a good pious Christian life until death. He was baptized into the fellowship of the Balls Branch Church by Elders E. H. Howard and E. M. Moore, and about one week before he got killed at the Standard Elkhorn Company's mines he requested that we preach his funeral, and the Lord has blessed the request to be fulfilled. His funeral was preached Sept. 10, 1927, by Elders N. T. Maggard, Billy Moore, E. H. Howard and E. M. Moore. He had three sisters and a mother and also a good wife and children to mourn his loss. Brother Lewis has traveled a road which no traveler has ever returned, and we trust that he is resting in the paradise of God, awaiting the redemption of both soul and body. So his seat is vacant in our churches, but he has filled a seat in the Kingdom of God. He was loved by all who knew him. He always loved to sing, Farewell Mother, 1 Am Dying. I am persuaded to believe that when Gabriel shall step one foot on the land and the other on the sea, and swear by Him that liveth, that time shall be no longer, that Brother Huff will rise to take his flight to the glory land, where no more pain will be permitted to prey on his body. Because he has taken a body liken to Christ's glorious body, where he will be able to sing the song with the hundred forty and four thousand. His spirit is now under the altar of God, awaiting the great day of the Lord. So I beg to Brother Huffs friends and children and to all try and meet him in that good land where no parting will e'er come. I beg to be excused for my much writing and awkwardness.I remain, Your unworthy brother, I trust in the Lord. Elder E. H. Howard

Ousley, Polly Ann -It is with sadness that I try to write a sketch of the life of my dear mother, to-wit, Polly Ann Ousley. Age about 73. She died August 21, 1928. She was the daughter of James and Elizabeth Prater and was married to Robert Ousley about 58 years ago. Unto them were born 9 children; four are dead, five yet living, two girls and three boys, and a good and kind husband to mourn the loss of a good and pious mother.0, how we miss her at the old home, but I feel that our loss is her eternal gain. Mother joined the Old Regular Baptist Church way back in her young days and died in full triumphs of the living faith. Mother was afflicted for about five year? and bore it with patience. She was a kind and loving mother, always gave her children good advice. For the last three days she laid as if she was asleep; she could not talk to us. She was loved by all who knew her, and I want to say to all who have a mother, be good and kind to her for you don't know nothing about the loss of mother until you have to give her up.Written by her youngest son, James Ousley

Prater, Dan-It now becomes my sad duty to write a sketch of the life of a near and dear brother and companion, to-wit, Brother Dan Prater. He was born March 29, 1885, died July 28, 1928, age 62 years,. 4 months. He was a son of Sammy Prater. At the age of 18 he was married to Martha Bevly. They both joined the Old Regular Baptist Church and were baptized into the fellowship of the Philadelphia church and lived a faithful life until unable by afflictions. He was diseased with kidney trouble for years. He went out one morning- oh, how I cried and prayed to him not to go, he worked on until after noon he had to lay down his plow. That night he took his bed to raise no more. Oh, he was so faithful in prayer, all the time asking God for mercy. He gave it all up into His hands. He couldn't get easy no way. I said to him: "Are you all right with the Lord?" He said, "Yes, honey," and looked up at me and smiled, put up his blessed hands on the side of my face; he couldn't talk only in a whisper. A short time before he left he said: "What is worrying you so?" I said, "Do you want to tell us anything?" He shook his head and whispered and said, "I can't talk. He said, "Raise me up." He set his loving eyes toward heaven and bid the world adieu. It is the opinion of the writer that he wanted to tell us that he saw loved ones coming after him. He told me not to cry after him. I believe he saw sweet Jesus coming after him as he called so often for Him to take him out of his suffering. So brothers and sisters, when it goes well with you, remember me in your prayers. One day before he took down sick, he said he prayed all evening for God to show him if he was right and along in the night he was praying and called to me and asked if I was asleep, I said no. He said don't turn off after holy's, Oh don't worry over that, I have no thought of that, for God has showed me I was on a train, He tells me to go straight on and I'm going. He has showed me that he was right and that the Baptist church was the church. So my prayers are the Lord will help us to fight the battle of faith and gain a crown laid up for us in heaven. Written by a sad and broken-hearted, Martha Prater

Rogers, John-It is with sad feelings that I try to write a short sketch of the life of a dear brother in the Lord, to-wit, Brother John Rogers. He was a son of Sylvester Rogers and Vick Rogers. He was born Sent. 20, 1879. He was married Dec. 25, 189— and unto this marriage was born 14 children, four girls and ten boys. One preceded him in death and 13 are left to mourn the loss of dear father, with their mother also. How sad it is with her children. We believe that their loss is his eternal gain. He confessed a hope in Christ and called for the brethren to come and baptize him. He said he prayed for to live until he could be baptized into the fellowship of the Old Regular Baptist Church. Ho didn't live but a few days until God called him away. We believe that Brother John is at rest, to wait till the resurrection and then he will be called in the first resurrection. So I will close by saying, Children, remember your dear father and what he said, that the Old Baptist Church was his home and the song he loved was The Old Village Churchyard. Written by Ike Parsons

Slone, Louanna-To fill the request of a sister, husband and friend, I will write a sketch of the life of a dear aunt and sister in the Lord, to-wit, Louanna Caudill. She was born June 18, 1884, died Oct. 8, 1926. She was married to Franklin Caudill, and unto them was born 11 children, 7 boys and 4 girls. Four boys and 3 girls died in infancy, which leaves 3 boys and 1 little girl yet living to miss the loving care of a good and pious mother. Sister Louanna joined the Caney Fork Church several years before she died and lived a faithful member until death. Sister Louanna is now free from sorrow and is at rest with God. A lonesome Brother, Morrell Slone

Slone, Sarah-With sadness of heart, I try to fill the request of dear old Brother Andy Slone, by writing a short sketch of the life of his mother, a dear old sister in the Lord, to-wit, Sarah Slone. She was the daughter of Abisha and Nancy Johnson and was born June 14, 1931, died Nov. 11, 1920. She was married to John C. Slone, March 13, 1852, and unto them was born 8 children, four boys and four girls. Sister Sarah lived to a ripe old age and died leaving all her children living to mourn her loss. Sister Sarah and Brother John joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in early life and in 1890 the Mt. Olive Church was organized. They helped to organize the same and their two names were the first to be enrolled on the Mt. Olive Church book, which church Brother John served as Moderator for about 30 years. Pardon me, for I can't hardly keen from writing a lot about Brother John, for with his kind, soothing words, he could always heal all troubles and keep the Mt. Olive Church in good order. Sister Sarah, according to the life she lived, has fell in the arms of Jesus, where she can be with Brother John forever. So now, dear children, if you want to see father and mother again, you that have not already forsaken sin and accented the offered mercies of God, will you now begin and remember the counsel of father and mother and try and get ready before it is too late. Written by Morrell Slone