NEW SALEM ASSOCIATION
Of Old Regular Baptists of Jesus Christ
September 27, 28, 29 1935
Held with Long Fork Church
Hartley, Pike County Kentucky

Submitted by J B Francis

Akers, Mrs. Cynthia J.(Rice)-It now becomes our sad duty to write a short notice of our dear mother's death; and mention some of the kind deeds of her past life. The subject of this sketch, Mrs. Cynthia J. (Rice) Akers, was born April 4, 1858, on a farm in the Layne Bottom, near Harold, Kentucky. She was the daughter of F. M. and Hannah Rice. She was married to Elijah Akers, January 8, 1878-and to this union God gave thirteen children; three daughters and ten sons. Two daughters and one son preceded them in death, to-wit: Levi, Otsey, Hannah Parelee, and Nancy Rushie. The bereaved are B. K., F. M., D. F., M. M., E. P., W. L., Fred M., W. R., A. W., and Mrs. Ottawa Boyd. Mother joined the Old Regular Baptists September 1, 1895, on Saturday. Father joined the church first Saturday in April, 1909, and lived a faithful member until death. Mother took ill on August 10 and only lived eleven days. She bore her suffering without a complaint. She told Dr. Wheeler she had no pains about her body. She did not suffer in her sickness. She only grew weaker. Dear mother was blessed to keep her right mind until the end came. She had been so lonely since dear father went away she would often go out in the garden where dear father's body is resting and wander around the house, over his grave and see after the flowers. The place where she is resting she never planted any flowers nor kept the grass pulled. Now, dear mother, sleep on; our hearts have been made sad at your going away. In mother's sickness not a moment was she left alone; her children, except Walter and Fonce, were with her day and night. Yes her sisters were faithful in coming to see her. She left besides her children to mourn her absence, two sisters, three whole and three half-brothers, who are: W. M., Sam, Jim, John, Joe and P. T. Rice; Kittie Conn and Louisa Howell. All were at her funeral except John and Joe. Mother's funeral was preached August 22 by Elder Hayes Maynard. After mother was laid to rest, and while the large crowd was around the grave it was published that there would be a short service back in the yard at which time one of our dear brothers, Walter, who lives in New Cumberling, W. Va., joined the church and was baptized the same evening by Elder Maynard. It was agreed by the children all to meet at the old homeplace, on August 3, Saturday and Sunday, 1936, and at that date have a memorial meeting. Elders Hayes Maynard and Cola Conn have promised to come and preach for us. Everybody is invited. Early Wednesday morning, August 21, on a white bed lay the form of our darling mother. Our spirits sank; we could but mourn, as her sweet spirit to Jesus fled. She was a loving dear; most precious to our sight. But oh! the stroke, it was sincere, which took our hearts' delight. We can't see why she had to go and leave us all behind, but we can look to God to ease our troubled if ends. Oh, how we miss our darling mother when we see her vacant chair. We miss her at the table; we miss her everywhere. Thou art gone, our precious darling, never more we'll see your precious face; till we meet thee over the River; in the happy dwelling place. And sing redeeming love. Cease then, fond nature, cease thy tears; dear mother is only sleeping. We'll meet her in the coming years- where there's no pain nor weeping. There, let the head that hung so low, take courage, and press on. Dear Jesus all our sorrow knows. Trust Him, He'll guide us home. There we will meet our darling mother, and in Jesus' image shine, in ceaseless ages; there to dwell, immortal, and divine.  Written by The Children

Akers, Sister Rhoda-By request of old Brother and Elder John M. Akers I will try to write a short sketch of the life of Sister Rhoda Akers. She was the daughter of Preston Caudill, and was born May 28, 1859; died August 6, 1935; aged 76 years, 2 months and 8 days. She was married to Elder John M. Akers on March 23, 1874. Born to this union were 13 children, 9 of them having passed away before Sister Rhoda, leaving four children together with old Brother John to mourn the loss of a good wife and a dear mother. She joined the Regular Baptist Church and was baptized into the fellowship of the Zion Church about 27 years ago where she lived a true member for several years; then she and Brother John lifted their letters together and laid them in the old Joppa Church where she lived a true and faithful member until death. She requested Elders Jerry Hall and Ballard Baker to preach her funeral the first Saturday and Sunday in August, 1936, at what is known as the Hopkins graveyard and at the old Joppa Church. Sister Rhoda told Brother John some time before she died that she saw a little white dove come to her. She always loved to talk on the Bible and heavenly things. She and Brother John have lived a poor life, never had much wealth, but I believe they enjoyed themselves together as much as any man and wife ever did. They lived in peace and quietude for over sixty-one years. Children, if you ever want to enjoy mother's company again, you must repent of your sins and seek an interest in the Lord Jesus Christ. We believe that sister is not dead but lives and has only gone over into the glory land where all pain and sorrow are vanished. Children, before I finish writing this, I want to ask you to be good to your old father. We know, according to nature he cannot be with you long. Do all you can to encourage him and let nothing bother him. Hiram Tackett, Wales, Ky.

Bailey, Lissie-I will write a short obituary of Lissie Bailey as I feel it my duty to do so. Aunt Lissie stayed with me and my family about twenty-four years and indeed was as a mother to us. We sure do miss her in our home. I do not know just how long she belonged to the church, but she was a true and faithful member until death. She was no relation to us but she needed a home and we gave her one until death. Now Aunt Lissie has a sweet home with Jesus. She took sick in April and about August she went blind, getting worse as time went on. About three weeks before death she was struck speechless. About three days before she died she reached her arms up and hugged me and tried to talk but could not. It is the opinion of the writer that she saw sweet Jesus coming after her. Aunt Lissie was almost eighty-four years old and deceased October 9, 1934. While on her sick-bed she had Brother M. M. Chaffins and Sister Lucinda to make her father and mother and her sister, Betty a set of tombstones each. She also had them to make hers after her death. What a love she had for them! I trust the four are at rest with Jesus. Written by Joseph Hicks , (Floyd County), Kentucky.

Branham, Orpha-It becomes my sad duty to write a short sketch of the life of a dear sister, to-wit: Orpha Branham, who was born in the year of 1881, aged 54 years, 4 months, 22 days; died September 22, 1935, leaving nine children to mourn her loss. She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church May 27, 1935 and was baptized by Brethren Hayes Maynard, Berlen McCoy and R. F. Honaker. After she was baptized she shouted and praised God all the way out of the water; said she felt better because she had been sick for some time. She lived a faithful Christian life until death called her away. Now, dear children, I know you feel sad to give mother up but your loss is her eternal gain. If you ever expect to see mother again you must repent of your sins and be born again. Live a faithful life to the end of the race. Mother is sleeping in the grave awaiting the Resurrection day when God will call her from the sleep which will be a holy sanctified body; then the spirit and soul will unite with that body and rise to meet the Lord in the air. Written by your unworthy brother, R. F. Honaker

Damron, Cat -It is with a sad heart that I try to write a sketch of the life of Sister Cat Damron. She was the daughter of Mack Kidd and Lizzie Kidd, and was born in 1885; died August 26, 1935. She was married to Spurl Damron and unto this union were born 11 children, 2 boys and 9 girls. Four are deceased. She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church, living a faithful member until death. She met everybody with a smile and just before she died she called me to her home, and asked me to sing and pray with her and the family, which I did, and she rejoiced in the Lord. Children, I feel that mother is at rest and I want to say to you and her brothers and sisters, if you want to see mother and sister again you must turn unto the Lord. He will have mercy and will pardon your sins. He gives every person hope. He says: "In every nation he that feareth God and worketh righteousness is accepted with Him." Do not weep for sister but weep for yourselves. May the Lord bless this family and my brothers and sisters. Written by her humble brother in the Lord, Elder Tack Hall, Grethel, Ky.
Her favorite song was: I am a soldier bound for glory, I am a soldier marching on.Come and hear me tell my story, All along in sin have gone.

Hall, Henry-It is with a sad feeling of love and a broken heart that I try to write an obituary of my dear loving father, to-wit: Henry Hall, who was born on April 23, 1854; departed this life on January 17, 1935; aged 80 years, 9 months and 6 days. He was the son of Samuel and Nancie Hall, and was born to Mary Jane Hall in the year of 1876. She was the daughter of Lewis and Rhoda Hall. To this union were born twelve children, eight boys and four girls, three boys and mother preceding father in death to the glory world. Oh! what a happy meeting I believe they had. Nine of us are still living, six belonging to the Old Regular Baptist Church which father and mother belonged to. The other three are out in the barren mountain of sin. I want to say to my fleshly brothers and sisters who are yet in sin, that God may be pleased to spare them a little longer that they may come to the knowledge of the truth. We miss him so much, and miss his counsel through life, which he gave us while he was on his death-bed, and I hope it will not be forgotten by us children. The life which he lived made us all take courage that he has gone on to that home which is made with bonds eternal and in the Heaven where he will never have to suffer anymore pains. Father joined the Joppa Church the first Saturday in May, 1889 and began preaching January 16, 1891. He served as Moderator for about thirty years, in the Joppa Church, when the death angels called him away. Oh, how we miss dear father at church and home! He always gave us good instruction for he was a strong believer in salvation by grace and grace alone. He said a few days before he died he would like to live to preach these two scriptures to his children: Timothy, 5th chapter, 24th verse: "Some men's sins are open beforehand, before going to judgment and some men they follow after"; Rev., 14th chapter, 13th verse: "And I heard a voice from Heaven saying unto me, 'Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord-from henceforth, Yea, saith the spirit that they may rest from their labors, and their works do follow them." I wish to say to you, dear children, especially to the three who are yet in sin: Try to put your trust in the Lord and do not let the Devil deprive you of the glorious privilege of meeting your dear father again. He is gone and in my humble judgment if you are blessed to see him again it will be in the Heaven prepared for all those who live and serve God. There is a seat vacant at home which father can never fill again but while we miss him we believe that father had a part in the first Resurrection and the second death hath no power. Children, do not weep over father and mother. I hope and believe our loss is their eternal gain. Just think how lonesome it is to look upon the graveyard at Jack Creek where father and mother and three brothers lay sleeping. Most all the family that is dead are sleeping there. It breaks my heart to think of it. I hope by the grace of God to see them in the sweet by-and-by. In the cold ground their remains were laid away there to rest in silent slumber until the great Resurrection day. There will be no more pains, sickness nor death over in that bright and happy home. We loved him, yes we loved him, but God loved him best, and He has taken him to his eternal rest.
Written by his son, Elder Jerry Hall

Hall, Mary-In sweet remembrance of a dear sister, to-wit: Mary Hall. Sister Mary joined the Old Regular Baptist Church and lived a faithful member until death. She has outstripped us in this narrow lane of life and gone on to that heavenly country. Sister Mary's age was 70 years. She was married to John Hall in her early days. To this union was born eleven children. Her husband and four children preceded her in death. She leaves seven children to mourn the loss of a dear mother. Jay, I want you and the other children to remember the sweet words that mother said when she called you all around the bed. She said she saw Uncle John and two angels coming after her. The writer was at her home before and after she died. I remember the good counsel that she gave you all and I hope those good words will live in your hearts forever. Children, you must be born again if you ever expect to see mother again. Do not weep for her, for we feel that her soul is in paradise, waiting until God shall call her body from the grave. So children, if you want to see mother again you must look to God, Who is the Saviour of all who call upon His name. If you die out of the Lord you will never see mother again. Her funeral will be attended the third Saturday in July, 1936, by Elders Bill Hall, Jerry Hall, Tack Hall, J. W. Hamilton and E. V. Hamilton.  Written by Rev. Bill Hall

Hamilton, Andrew J.-I will try to write an obituary of my dear father, Andrew J. Hamilton, who was born March 24, 1853, and departed this life May 17, 1935, at the age of 82 years, 1 month and 23 days. He was the son of Thomas and Mima Hamilton, and was born and reared on Big Mud Creek in Floyd County. While he was very small his parents died, and he lived with his uncles until he was grown. In the year of 1876 father was married to Rheny Akers. Unto this union were born nine children, eight boys and one girl, of which four boys and one girl preceded him in death. Mother is still living, being near the age of 83, and four boys are still living to mourn the loss of a dear father. Father joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Samaria, on the head of Big Mud Creek, the second Saturday in July, 1928, and was baptized by Elders J. W. Hamilton and John A. Damron. He was ordained a deacon of the Samaria Church and filled his place as a deacon as long as he lived. Father always lived on the head of Big Mud Creek. He was living there when the Samaria Church was organized, and always threw open his door to the Baptist people. He seemed to have some wonderful, sweet, heavenly visions of the future, and always prayed to die easily because he had been badly afflicted for many years. Father always gave all young boys good counsel. He was always glad to see his children return home after they had married, and he always enjoyed their company. I will say to the boys who are living: Let's all leave off the cares of this world and do all that is in our power to meet dear father in Heaven where partings will be no more. Written by D. E. Hamilton

Hamilton, Millie Jane-I will try in a sad and bereaved feeling, to write a brief sketch of the life and death of a dear mother, to-wit: Millie Jane Hamilton, who was born in Floyd County, Ky., April 7, 1880; departed this life July 8, 1934. She was the daughter of Hiram and Nancy Akers, who for many years lived on Branham's Creek, in Floyd County, Ky., where mother was brought up from childhood. She was married to Sill Hamilton December 3, 1896, and unto them were born 15 children for whom they so faithfully toiled and labored for their support. Of this union 12 were girls and 3 were boys. Jesus took 3 girls and 1 boy from their embrace to a better and happier home, three of them being in infancy at the time of death. Mother left 9 girls and 2 boys, a husband, relatives and a host of friends to mourn our loss, but we hope and believe our loss is her eternal gain. All of her sisters and brothers preceded her in death except one, who was Mrs. Victoria Mitchell of Catlettsburg, Ky. Mother joined the Baptist Church many years ago and was baptized, but I do not know on what day it occurred. She lived a faithful member and devoted Christian until the dreadful disease of heart dropsy seized her, and she had to give up her toils and cares for her children, closing her eyes in death to the things of this old, sinful world. We realize and believe that she has taken her flight and safely landed on that golden shining shore where toils, troubles and hardships never appear; instead joy, peace and happiness forever reign. She was a good and pious mother, always ready to lend a helping hand in sickness and need. She was always glad to see her people and friends come to her home. She would prepare for them the best that she had. Mother loved to hear good singing and preaching. I have often heard her when going around the old home-place, singing the good old songs of Zion which she seemed to enjoy so much in the last few days of her life upon this earth while she suffered so severe. She prayed for God to take her out of her pain and suffering. She knew she was going to that bright eternal home above. As long as she could talk she gave her children good advice and counsel which we should heed and never forget. I will say to the other children: You must all be good to her baby, Rozina, for whom she always cautioned and told us to look after; teach her in a way that mother would if she had been blessed to live and rear her to womanhood. If we ever expect to see mother again, we must lay down our worldly ways and give our hearts to God Who in His mighty power is able and will take care of us all. Mother's favorite songs were, "Little Bessie," "I'm Alone, I'm Alone in This World," "Will the Circle Be Unbroken?" and "In the Dear Old Village Churchyard." Our dear mother, we loved her, yes we loved her, But God Almighty loved her best. He came in His mighty power, And took her home to rest. Composed and written by her son,  Ezra Hamilton, Amba, Ky.

Hicks, Lou-It is with a sad and broken heart that I try to write an obituary of my dear loving mother, who passed away. The death angel took her away July 21, 1934. She was 71 years of age. She was the daughter of Johnnie McGuire, and was first married to Dock Allen. Unto this union were born four children, three girls and one boy: Elliott, Ruby, Lucy and Jane. After his death she married Smith Hicks, and to this union were born seven children, three boys and four girls: Grover, Ernest, Troy, Laura, Sallie, Josie and Mary Ann. The children are all living to mourn her loss. She was a true mother, always giving her children good counsel. Mother joined the Regular Baptist Church and was baptized while she lay sick. Oh! how we all miss her in the old home where she was ill for so long with that dreadful disease, cancer of the stomach. She bore her sickness with patience. She was ill and bedfast most of the time for almost two years. It seems I can almost hear her sweet prayers. She told Lucy a short time before she died to give her a drink of water and then she was going home. Her funeral will be preached the fourth Saturday and Sunday in August, 1936. Mother has three girls who belong to the same old church. I want to say to the rest of my brothers and sisters, if they ever expect to see mother they will have to repent of their ::ins and be born again. I certainly will never forget our many good friends who were so kind to come and help us wait on mother. Brothers and sisters, cheer up, and do not weep for mother. Just try to be ready when the summons of death comes that we may all go home to mother where there will be no more separations. Mother was loved by all who knew her and has lain good examples before her children and her neighbor's children. Written by her daughter, Mrs. Rubie Hicks

Honaker, Mrs. G. W. -In attempting to write a brief sketch of the life and death of my mother, brings to my memory the deepest sorrow ever known, especially when I recall the last year of her stay on this earth and the pain and suffering she bore. When I call to mind the many hardships that she underwent in bringing up her family I am overcome with grief and sorrow. There was no task too great for mother to undertake for the betterment of her boys, and the advice and counsel she gave us will always live in my memory. Mother was the daughter of Squire Ratliff and Rose Ann (Maynard.) Ratliff, one of a family of thirteen children, and the last survivor of the family. She was born January 7, 1860 in Pike County, Ky., and spent her life there. She passed to the great beyond June 18, 1935; aged 75 years, 5 months and 11 days. In the year 1875 she was married to John M. Davis, and to them were born five sons: Dow, Marion, Allen, Adron and Wess. My father died in 1888, and mother was married to George W. Honaker in 1889, and to them were born three sons: Ballard, Bell and Thomas. Her eldest son only preceded her in death. Mother became a member of the Regular Baptist Church in 1896 and was a member of it at her death; and her last request was that Rev. Hayes Maynard, Prank Hopkins and Jerry Hall preach her funeral. It is the wishes of the family that this service be attended to on the fourth Saturday and Sunday in August, 1936 at the Burning Spring Church of which she was a member. (Signed) Marion Davis

Hudson, Mark-It is in the shades of solitude and the bonds of much sympathy that I make the feeble effort to write a sketch of a dearly-beloved brother, to-wit: Mark Hudson, who was born January 30, 1889; died July 27, 1935. He was married to Siney Tackett on March 4, 1908, and unto this union were born nine children, two preceding him in death. Brother Mark was confined to his bed and lingered along in misery for about nine months, growing weaker day by day until at last the death angel came to his room, saying: "Mark, you must go." Then he said he saw the angels and passed away as if he were going to sleep. Brother Mark prepared for this hour eighteen years ago. He realized Christ, the Captain of the heaven-bound army being the only one capable of leading him through the great gulf of death darkness, he fell in humble conviction before him through the sovereign operation of God's divine spirit and then enlisted in the heavenly army upon the merits of Jesus Christ, receiving a medal of honorable glory which was the little white stone given by the father of light. When he met with this sad hour of death, all was well with him. As he grew weaker he would talk of seeing the heavenly companies coming to convey him home. He spoke of seeing his baby. He spoke, saying: "Mother, come and go with me." I wish to say to the bereaved wife and mother: Why should you weep in sorrow over Brother Mark, whose gone and dropped such beautiful evidential flowers concerning his destination. The believing Mark is not dead, but gone to the paradisiacal resting place of God. He will come back again when the trumpet of God shall sound. He will not be sick and weak like he was when you dropped him in the graveyard. He will be a complete, powerfully resurrected body bearing the eternal symbol m and banner of the Lord. So good-by to Brother Mark for a little while. I hope his wife and children will meet him in the by-and-by. Brother Mark was a good neighbor and was a minister, a man who stood firm on the doctrine for 18 years. We hope we will all meet him again in the by-and-by. Written by Elder Ellis Hall

Hughes, Frankey-It is with a sad feeling of love and a broken heart, that I now try and make this feeble attempt to write an obituary of my dear loving mother, to-wit: Frankey Hughes. She was born July 25, 1870, died August 8, 1935; aged sixty-five years and fourteen days. She was the daughter of Abel and Rebecca Tackett and was married to James Hughes, May 12, 1887, by Elder John Hopkins. Unto this union were born 13 children, three girls and ten boys; three boys preceded mother in death to the glory world, where they are resting under the altar of God and awaiting her coming. Oh, what a happy meeting I believe they had! Mother leaves a husband and ten children and six brothers and two sisters to mourn her loss. Oh, how soon I hope they who have not, will make their peace with God and come home to live with the rest of the family and meet dear mother in Heaven. Mother joined the Old Regular Baptist Church, at Long Fork in the year of 1893. She was a faithful member and always attended faithfully. It was always her enjoyment to go to church. She told me often, that she wanted to go on and live with the infants that had gone on before her about 35 years, that there was nothing in her way; life was no satisfaction to her, she was sick so much. Oh, how I miss her in the home and at the church house. There is a seat vacant in the home that can never be filled. Her funeral is to be preached the second Saturday and Sunday in August, 1936, beginning on Friday evening. We want everybody to come and mourn and weep and pray with us. It was her request for Elders Jonah Bevins, Ester Hopkins, Hayes Maynard and F. A. Hopkins to preach her funeral.
Written by her daughter, Delia Hughes

Johnson, Joe-It is with sadness, I attempt to write a short sketch of Brother Joe Johnson. He was the son of Paddy and Ollie Johnson, and was born July 4, 1875, deceased October 9, 1934; aged 59 years, 3 months and 5 days. He was married to Luenda Little, April 14, 1895 and to this union was born 10 children, 7 girls and 3 boys, of which two preceded him in death and have gone on to the glory land, while eight are still living to mourn the loss of a dear father. Brother Joe joined the Old Regular Baptist Church and was baptized by Elder John Hamilton in the year of 1929 and lived a Christian life until death. ""He always attended his meetings as long as he could. But he lost his daughter, Polly, and it seemed that he loved her, made over her more than any of them until he began to lose his mind and was sent to the State Hospital at Lexington, and after they brought him back, he didn't live long, about two weeks. I, the writer, was passing his son's home when his son called for me to come over and preach and sing for Brother Joe. When we were singing he was rejoicing, seemed as though he was blessed for he was shouting to the Lord. So I believe when that Angel sets one foot on the land and the other on the sea and swears by Him that liveth that time shall be no longer, that Brother Joe will come forth out of the grave and will put on that glorious crown He has prepared for all them that will love and serve Him. I believe Brother Joe chose the good part which will not be taken away from him. So children, if you want to meet your father again, you must be born again. So close in, children. When you feel that little voice around your heart, hearken to it. Sister Lue, cheer up, it won't be long until you too, can go to where Brother Joe is gone as we believe. So all you children strive to enter in at that straight gate, while living in this world, and God will have mercy and will abundantly pardon you for your sins and you can see father again in that glory world where your blessed mother is striving to enter. Be good to your mother. You will never miss her until she is gone. I must close as this obituary is getting lengthy.
Written by your brother in hope, Jesse Osborn, Dony, Ky.

Martin, Frank-It is with sad feeling of love and a broken heart that I now try to make this feeble attempt to write the obituary of my dear loving husband, to-wit: Frank Martin. He was born March 27, 1890, and deceased this life on March 21, 1935; aged 44 years, 11 months, and 4 days. He was the son of Grant and Sarah Martin and was married to Martha Newsom April 30, 1908. To this union were born twelve children. Two little boys and one little girl preceded him in death, and are resting under the altar of God awaiting His coming. Oh, what a glorious meeting I believe they had! He left me and nine children in this dark world of trouble to weep and mourn the loss of him. He joined the Enterprise Church of Regular Baptists in approximately the year of 1914, and lived a true and faithful member until death. One morning he and his little son left the house, going into the forest to cut prop timber. They hadn't been gone thirty minutes until a small log skid down the hill and struck his leg, cutting an artery in two. His little son made the alarm, crying, "Mama, papa is killed." Oh, what a shock it was to me when I heard it! To think I had to give up my dear husband. I have the greatest of hopes in my heart that I will some day meet him in that glory land where parting will be no more. He said to his family a few days before he got killed, that when he died not to worry over him for he didn't think there was anything but death between him and his God. Oh, how that sweet, sad face comes before me as I sit here in my feeble way, trying to write of a life as pure and faithful as his was to his Master. I could just write on and on of the good things he did and said, but my heart is broken and my eyes are dim with tears. The family misses him so much, but he has gone to a better place we know.
Written by his broken-hearted wife, Martha Martin

Martin, Sarah M.-It is with much sadness that I attempt to write a short sketch of the life of a dear mother, to-wit: Sarah Martin. She was 69 years old the 18th day of last December. She was the daughter of Hiram and Spicy Anderson, and was married to Grant Martin on April 11, 1883. Unto this union were born 12 children, 7 boys and 5 girls, two of the girls dying in infancy and one with influenza in 1918. All of the boys are living except Frank, who was killed March 21, 1935. Father met his death in a car wreck August 18, 1934. It was such a shock to her that it almost proved fatal. As she was slowly recovering the awful news came that Frank, her son, was killed in a log accident. This proved to be too much for her weakened condition. She never did get much better. She lingered along about 2 months; then was taken seriously ill, living only three weeks and three days. We did all we could for her. The doctors could do her no good. She told us when father was killed that she did not want to live any longer and prayed to die. She said a short time before she died, that there were three little girls who had come after her. She said her Saviour was standing at the foot of her bed, and that Grant, her husband, had also come. She joined the Enterprise Church of Old Regular Baptists in July, 1893, and lived a faithful member until death. I have heard my dear father and mother talk about how they enjoyed going to church. She always begged her children to go to church and hear the preaching. She leaves two daughters and six sons, and thirty-two grandchildren to mourn her loss. I hope the boys will turn to the Lord before it is too late in order that we may some day meet in the sweet by-and-by. Sometimes I get so lonesome I can hardly stay here with mother and father both gone. I hope the Lord will be with us all until we meet again. Written by her daughter, Annie Martin

Mitchell, Andrew-It is with sadness I attempt to write by the request of my friends a short sketch of the life of a dear friend and uncle, to-wit: Andrew Mitchell, who was born in Wise County, Va., August 2, 1854, and departed this life March 7, 1934. He came to this county about the year of 1859 with all of the family and settled on the head of Big Mud Creek, Floyd County, Ky. He married Martha Akers, a sister of Elder John M. Akers, and to this union were born 11 children, 2 dying in infancy and 2 in maturity. Mary Mitchell died February, 1912, and William Mitchell died December 14, 1916, dying of consumption. The seven living, two boys and five girls, all married, are as follows: Polly Martin, Craynor, Ky.; Anna Collins, Honaker, Ky.; John D. and Robert Mitchell, Craynor, Ky.; Ollie Tackett, Craynor; Sallie Akers, Galveston, Ky., and Verdie Hall, Craynor, Ky. Uncle Andrew joined the Regular Baptist Church and was baptized the fourth Saturday in March, 1906. He filled his seat regularly when he was able to attend. He was a faithful Christian and had meeting regular at his home. His wife, Martha, joined the Regular Baptist Church in January, 1906. She was stricken with consumption, and was unable to be baptized. She died February 2, 1906. Uncle Andrew never re-married. Uncle was one of our best citizens, loved by all who knew him, and it was said by all that there was never a more honest man. Children, think of the life that father and mother lived and try to live likewise. You have all professed a hope and joined the Regular Baptist Church except Robert, the same as father and mother did. Following their footsteps closely, press on to the mark of the high calling. Dear Bob, your father seemed to think so much of you and stayed with you, wanting you to have the home-place, so he deeded it to you while he was living. I know you miss him so much as he called on you to care for him. Be of good hope. They are only sleeping, waiting for the trumpet of God to sound to wake up the sleeping dead. Go and receive your crowns you merited in yonder world and wear it for your very own. Children, do not weep over father and mother or Mary and Will, but rather weep for yourselves. I will say good-by. Written by, Basil Tackett, Craynor, Ky.

Moore, Manda-By the request of a sad and broken-hearted brother in the Lord, I will try to write a short sketch of his blessed mother, to-wit: Manda Moore. Sister Moore was born about the year of 1864, died September 16, 1935; being about seventy-one years old. Sister Manda was married to Harrison Moore, in the year of 1879 and unto this union was born nine children; four boys and five girls. One boy and her husband preceded her in death. She leaves eight children to mourn the loss of a good mother. She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in 1910 and lived a true and faithful member until death. She leaves a host of brethren and sisters to mourn her natural loss, but our loss is her eternal gain. Mother was blessed to hear one of her son's stand in public and tell men and women they must repent this side of the grave or be lost. Three of her children are still in sin. I want to say this much to you three: If you ever expect to see your blessed, good old mother, you must do as she did. Give your lives up to the Lord, repent of your sins, or where your mother is and her Christ, you can never appear in peace. Children, you all know very well what your dear old mother said to you all before she got so she could not speak. The last words that could be understood were: "Meet me in Heaven." She always said she didn't dread to die so much, but hated to leave her dear children. Minnie, don't forget what your blessed mother said to you; let it be in your mind fresh all the time until you fall out with Satan and sin. There is no pleasure with him; he can only show you a big time here and then after death, trouble, trouble forever and ever. So look to the Lord and keep your vow you made mother at her grave. You promised you would see her again. She is not dead but just asleep within the tomb awaiting for Jesus to call the sleeping dead, then those that die in Christ shall come first. I feel with all my heart that Sister Manda died in Christ, that is she fell asleep in Christ. Sister Manda is greatly missed in our homes, in our church and among us all as she sure was a mother to us all. When we had sickness, Aunt Manda was the first one we all wanted. Oh, how she is missed among us! What a sad feeling we all had when we went to our church and saw all the sisters but Sister Manda seated around, and who was always faithful to fill her seat just as long as she was able and even after she became disabled to walk to her church, she had us to carry her on one occasion. So how thankful we feel, though her seat is vacant here, it is being filled by her in Heaven. There was no one in this neighborhood who was as greatly loved as Aunt Manda. She bore the fruits of a good tree, she always wanted to talk about God and His goodness and how exceedingly happy she would get in the service of God and shout glory to His name. So there are so many good things to be said about Sister Manda, that space and paper will not permit me to write all that should be written. May God bless all of Aunt Manda's children. Her memorial is to be held at the Steels Creek Church first Saturday and Sunday in September, 1936, by Elders E. V. Hopkins, J. C. Mosley, M. C. Wright, Aaron Pack and E. H. Howard.
Written by her niece, in hope of meeting Aunt Manda again in a better world, where no trouble will ever come. Faris Collins

Newsom, Rhodina -I will try in a sad and bereaved feeling to write a sketch of the life of my sister in the flesh. She was born November 22, 1893, died March 3, 1935; aged 42 years. She was the daughter of Sol and Irena Hamilton and was married to Daniel Newsom in the year of 1910; unto this union was born 11 children, four dying in infancy, leaving 7 here mourning over the loss of mother. Their names are John B., Dakota, Mary Alice, J. Lee, Chester, Susan and Charles Edgar. Also sister leaves 5 brothers, her husband and mother and a host of friends weeping over her loss. But the good news, she said, that she was going to Heaven, where I believe she will meet those four little babies belonging to her and see her father again-where no trouble ever comes. Sister joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Samaria, the second Saturday in July, 1925 and was baptized by Elder John Akers. She practiced what she professed, always seemed to love to feed her good brothers and sisters. Sister worked and toiled hard in this world to raise her children and to give them good advice. Four of the children are grown and so far they are obeying mother's good advice. She thought so much of her oldest boy, she called him to her bed before she died and said, "John B., you have been a good boy. I don't think you will have many sins to pray for, so, son, meet me in Heaven." I want to say to sister's children: You can meet mother in the glory world by living the life our Heavenly Father will be pleased with. I want to say to her good husband, you were good to sister and I believe you will see her again to the revelation you have told to me. It was heart rendering to see the body of sister carried away from her good children. I am living in hope of the morning of the great Resurrection, that I will see sister again, where the change will be made from natural to spiritual. So dear children, I feel sister lived the life before you, she felt good to counsel you. I believe when father and mother lives a clean life, their counsel is good for their children. Then the next bright flower is to see children obeying their father and their mother. So I must close this obituary, and may the good Lord bless Brother Daniel and the children. Written by her brother in the flesh and in the Lord, I hope, John B. Hamilton
Her funeral is to be preached the second Saturday and Sunday in April, 1936, by Elders Jerry Hall, John W. Hamilton and her two brothers in the flesh, J. B. and E. V., and Ellis Hall. Her song was: Come, my dear friends, and mourn with me, In my afflicted state. I am bereaved as you may see Of my dear loving mate.

Prater, Cora-I will now try to write a few lines in memory of my dear wife. She was born July 27, 1882, and departed this life February 1, 1934; aged 31 years, 6 months and 4 days. She was the mother of 13 children, of whom 6 are yet with me and three are gone on to the glory world. She was a kind mother and was loved by all who knew her. She lived a faithful life from the time she joined the Old Regular Baptist Church. Written by Riley Prater

Reynolds, Ham-It is with a sad feeling that I will try in my weakness to write an obituary of a dear beloved grandfather, to-wit: Ham Reynolds, who was born January 8, 1857. He was 78 years, 11 months and 3 days old when he died. He was first married to Mary Jane Hamilton, the daughter of Thomas and Peggy Hamilton. Unto this union were born ten children. Three died in infancy and four died with influenza in the year of 1918. Three are still living to mourn the loss of a good father, but we hope our loss is his eternal gain. He was blessed to live with Mary Jane for thirty-three years before they had to separate. After she died he was married to Mary Bryant. He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church and was baptized by Elder J. W. Hamilton and Elder Jerry Hall about four months before he died. His seat is vacant now, one that no one can fill, but we believe he is filling a seat in the glory world that can never be taken from him. I want to say to his children: If you ever expect to see father and mother again, you must be born again. His favorite song was:
My head and stay is called away,
And I am left alone.
My husband dear who was so near
Has fled away and gone.
Written by a loving granddaughter, Edith Reynolds

Swiney, Angie-I will try the best I can to write a sketch of my mother-in-law, Angie Swiney. She was born March 1, 1865, and deceased October 9, 1934, being about 69 years old. She was the daughter of Lee and Alice Compton, and was the baby one in the family. She was married to K. F. Tackett on May 12, 1881, and to this union were born six children, three girls and three boys, of whom three of the children, two boys and one girl, deceased in infancy. There are two girls and one boy left to mourn her loss. Her husband died and left her three children to rear. She worked hard in rearing her children for about seven years. Then she married Uncle Miles Swiney, and they lived together about seven years. Uncle Miles died later and she lived a widow until her death. She joined the Island Creek Church of Old Regular Baptists about 1898 and remained a faithful member until death. She took ill on Sunday and died on Tuesday. She talked about it all day Tuesday and shouted and said she was going to die, saying they all looked like angels. Virgie was the only child present when she passed away. Will and Almey were in West Virginia and did not get in in time to see her before she died. She said: "Tell Will to be a good boy and meet me in Heaven." Grandma is gone and we miss her for she made her home with us for about 25 years. She had gone to Will's to stay a while and took ill so suddenly. She wanted to see me and talk with me but before I could get word to come, she couldn't speak, and it almost broke my heart when I spoke to her and she could not answer. If the children want to see mother they will have to repent of their sins and I trust the God of all grace will place it in their minds and also in the mind of my wayward boy before it is too late. Written by her son-in-law, J. W. Blackburn