THE NEW SALEM ASSOCIATION

Of Old Regular Baptist of Jesus Christ

September 25, 26 and 27, 1936
OBITUARIES
 

 Transcribed by JB Francis,  April 2007

 

AKERS, ELIZABETH -  It is with much sadness that I attempt to write an obituary of a dear relative and sister in the Lord, Elizabeth Boyd Akers, daughter of Jack and Nancy Boyd.  She was born August 2, 1849, and was married to Nelson Akers, January 13, 1871.  Unto this union fifteen children were born.  Her husband and nine children preceded her in death, and one soon followed after them, leaving five dear children to mourn the loss of a dear loving mother, but by the life she lived we believe her loss is heaven’s gain.  She was baptized into the fellowship of Old Regular Baptist by Rev. Bill Layne, in the year 1887, and lived a faithful member until her death, the twenty-second day of November, 1935.  She was buried on Thanksgiving Day near the old home. “Aunt Liz,” as she was so affectionately called by her many friends, attended church regularly and so many times rejoiced in God, her Saviour. Her voice was so clear when she sang the dear old songs, she never seemed to tire of praising the God of her salvation. The words, “Salvation” and “Sweet Jesus” we can never forget. Children, do not grieve; mother has blazed the trail.  She has fought a good fight and finished her course, and henceforth a crown of never-fading glory awaited her.  She is greatly missed in the home and in the church, but we believe on the resurrection morning she will be able to sing that new song with Jesus and the holy angels. Her husband died in 1908, and she was left to raise her family alone.  She bore her hardships without complaint. Children you know I can sympathize with you but I thank God for the hope I have of meeting your sweet mother and mine some sweet day.

Composed by NANCY SELLARDS

 

Akers, ELDER JOHN M. - With sadness I attempt to write a short obituary of a dear uncle, and being assisted by Elder J. H. Isaacs, to-wit:  Elder John Milton Akers, the son of Joseph and Phena Akers.  Born on October 11, 1855,  he died May 25 1936, at the age of 80 years, 7 months, and 14 days.  He leaves four children and one sister, and a host of friends to mourn his loss.  He was married to Rhoda Caudill on March 23, 1874, and to this union were born 13 children, three of which died in infancy, and six died after reaching manhood, and woman hood.  The living are: Mary Bryant, Fed, KY., at whose home his death occurred; Robert Akers, Orkney, KY.; Charlie Akers, Emma, KY., and Lillie Hicks, Huntington, W. Va.  His only living sister, Elizabeth Tackett, McDowell, Kentucky, is now 83 years of age.  He professed a hope in Christ and joined the Regular Baptist Church; was baptized on the head of Big Mud Creek, April 10, 1887, by Elder N. T. Hopkins.  He took his membership to Joppa Church and Joppa soon gave of an arm and established Samaria withy him in it, and soon after he felt his call to the ministry. His twin brother, David Crockett Akers, while on his deathbed, told him he was called to preach and he wanted to hear him before he died.  Soon afterward he offered his first public prayer at his sick brothers' bedside.  He began preaching regularly and in a few years was ordained to the full function of the gospel.  He became moderator of several churches and was moderator of the New Salem Association for one term.   He also helped to organize several new churches. His father died soon after the Civil War.  When he was about twelve years old his mother sent him to the spring for water.  He said a thought came to him: “Father is dead, and will I ever see him again?”  From that time on he began to think of the goodness of God.  After his he dreamed a dream and told it to his mother who was a Methodist.  She told him if he would tell that to a Baptist they would take him into the church.  He was never known to take God’s name in vain  My mother says he was one of the most faithful preachers that ever lived in this section.  He went night and day, rain or shine, hot or cold.  At one time the citizens bought him a fine, young horse on which to ride because he was called upon so much.  He was a poor man with a large family but that did not keep him from going when called for or attending his church meetings. About the time Uncle John and Crockett, the twins, were born, twin stalks of corn came up in the garden at the home of his father.  They grew up to be two fine stalks, tassled and silked.  One of the stalks broke down and died; the other grew up and has an ear of corn on it.  The people thought his was a token of the life of the twins.  When Uncle John joined the church and Crockett died at about the age of 29, I heard my mother say they were two stalks of corn. After the death of Aunt Rhoda he made his home with his eldest child, Mary Bryant.  We hope the Lord will bless her; her husband, Sidney, and their son, Abbie, for the care they took of him and his people and friends that came to see him on his sickbed. A few days before he died he sent for his cousin, George Elliott.  He told him to have him buried by the side of his twin brother and to keep his body at his home one night.  When the news came out, the people were surprised—they thought he would be buried beside his wife in the Hopkins graveyard at Melvin, Kentucky. In his last days, his talk was on Heaven and immortal glory.  He almost died preaching in the bed.  His funeral will be preached on the fourth Saturday and Sunday in May, 1937, by Elders John W. Hamilton, Jerry Hall, J. H. Isaacs and others on the head of Big Mud Creek at the Elliott graveyard. When he was converted he said he prayed to the Lord to show him in a dream if he was the man he professed to be.  In a dream that night a voice said to him; “Tomorrow it, will rain and the next day, at about 10 o’clock, it will snow which will be the last snow of the year.”  The next day it rained and he was plowing for John Elliott; about 10 o’clock there came up a powerful snowstorm and John Elliott ran out of the field and said as he passed him “Turn out,” and he answered, “No, I will plow on–it will soon be over and this will be the last snow this spring.”  We have plenty of living witnesses to this fact that the sun came out soon and that this was the last snow.  He had no more doubts of his call. I will say to all that we miss him here, but he did not miss the Golden Gates of Heaven where he met the welcome; “Approbate, come in, thou good and faithful servant.”  His favorite song was “Little Bessie.” Now, children and relatives, if you want to see Uncle John again, you must seek the Lord in a pardon and remission of your sins. I am sorry I haven’t space to write more which had to be left out that I was requested to write.

Sincerely yours, BASIL TACKETT, Craynor, Ky.  Assisted by J. H. Isaacs.

      

BELCHER, POLLY-It becomes my sad duty to write a short sketch of the life of a dear sister, to-wit: Polly Belcher, wife of Elder W. R. Belcher, who preceded her in death about twenty years ago. Sister Belcher was about 80 years of age; departed this life about 1933.  She was born in the hills of West Virginia, and was baptized into the Old Regular Baptist Church about sixty years ago, living a true and faithful Christian until death. I never heard any harm against Aunt Polly and everybody spoke well of her.  She is sleeping in the rave, 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 R. WORKMAN, JR.

 

BURK, LILLY MAY -By request of an old brother, to-wit: Brother Richard Ray, I will try in my weak and run-down condition to write a short sketch of the life of Sister Lilly May Burk.  She was the daughter of Brother Richard and Sister Cordelia Ray.  She was born August 22, 1904, and was married to Boles Burk March 29, 1922.  Unto them five children were born.  She died April 11, 1931. When her baby girl, Dora, was only two and one half months old, her mother, Sister Cordelia too it and has it yet. The writer thinks there never was a nicer and a better girl reared in this country.  Her father tells me that he never had to correct her with a whipping and never heard her use any obscene language. She joined the old Joppa Church of Regular Baptists in the year of 1930.  She lived a true and worthy member until death. So I must say that it would be well for all the brethren, sisters, friends and neighbors of Sister Lilly May: Follow the example she has laid before you, for we must believe from her works that she is a shining angel in the paradise of God.  Written by  HIRAM TACKETT, Wales, Kentucky.

CAMPBELL, LILLIE - It is with a sad heart that I try to write an obituary of my dear mother, to-wit: Lillie Campbell.  She was born July 23, 1903, and died August 8, 1936.  She was the daughter of Mont and Minnie Ousley and was married to Hargis Campbell; unto this union four children were born; two boys and two girls, all left to mourn and to wee over the loss and absence of a dear mother. She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church, May 18, 1930.  Before she died, she said: “Ettie, go away and don’t cry after me, for I’m not afraid to die.  I have a better home to go to than this.” Papa and mama joined the church at the same time.  She always loved to go to meeting and I have heard her shout so often.  The day she died, she prayed as long as she could talk.  Her seat is vacant in the home, but we feel she has a better home in that heavenly land, where she will be well always. Our home is so lonesome, sorrow fills our hearts, I hope to meet my loving mother, where we will never part.
Written by her broken-hearted daughter, eleven years old, Etta.

 

CAUDILL, EVALINE - It is with a sad feeling that I attempt to write a short sketch of the life of a dear sister, to-wit: Evaline Caudill.  She was the daughter of Harvey and Sally Caudill and was born July 21, 1871.  Her death occurred July 21, 1936; aged 65 years.  She died on her birthday.  She was married to Steve Tackett and was the mother of four children; one infant preceded her in death, and Hi, Wilburn and Marion are surviving.  She always made her home with Hi, as she seemed to love him more. Evaline was one of the most honest women I ever saw in her dealings; she always worked hard until about six months before death.  She became afflicted and could do no work.  She was one of the best persons to visit and assist the sick and would do anything for them that was in her power to do so. When anyone in the neighborhood became ill, Evaline was usually the first to be sent for.  She was always ready to lay aside her work and go to their relief. She professed a hope and joined the Providence Church of Old Regular Baptists, March 27, 1915, and was baptized by Elders J. S. Gibson and W. B. Mullins.  She was always prompt and faithful in filling her seat for as long as she was able; it was never too bad for her to walk and go to the old church to meet with her dear brethren and sisters. She said the morning she took ill, that she was not afraid to die; that she had made peace with God many years ago.  She told me in the last talk I had with her, that she wanted to die, as she felt that her life was a burden and she would be glad to go.  So I feel our loss is her eternal gain and that she is resting in peace in death, and where I hope by the help of the blessed Lord to meet her some day.  So, dear boys, if you ever expect to see mother again, you must repent of your sins and be “born again.” May the Lord help us all to live right, that we may die right.       Written by her sister-in-law, MARY A. CAUDILL.

 

COLEMAN, FRANCES - I will try in a sad and bereaved feeling to write a brief sketch of the life and death of a dear sister, to-wit: Frances Coleman.  She was born in Pike County, Kentucky, in the year of 1861.  She departed this life October of 1934.  Her husband, Uncle William Coleman preceded her in death about two years ago.  This union was blessed with one boy, who has preceded them in death. She was baptized into the Old Regular Baptist Church in the year of 1901 and filled her seat at all times until her death, living a true and faithful member.  She was always happy with her friends and always had a welcome table to fee as many who cared to come. We miss her vacant seat, but we believe our loss is her eternal gain.  So I must close this obituary, hoping Sister Coleman is at rest with our blessed Savior.  Written by R. WORKMAN, JR.

 

HALL, ANDY -It is with sadness that I try in my weakness to write a short sketch of Brother Andy Hall.  He was born February 23, 1856, and departed this life May 10, 1936; aged 70 years and 27 days. Brother Andy was married to Susie Isaacs at an early age, and unto this union nineteen children were born.  Thirteen lived to maturity—eight boys and five girls.  Three of the girls and one boy have passed this life, leaving nine children, seven boys and two girls; also a host of grandchildren to mourn his loss. Brother Andy became ill and lay on his bed for about three years and while in this condition I visited his bedside many times.  He became desirous of doing his Master’s command, so Brother Andy Slone announced a meeting for him and Brother Scott Burks opened the church door to receive members.  He showed signs of wanting to become a member of the church, and was baptized by Brother Burks. I want to appeal to his children to remember the example laid before you, by your poor father, and try to be ready to meet him in a better world. He bore his sickness patiently and I feel sure that his suffering is now over.  I feel that his spirit is at rest in the paradise of our God while his body sleeps in the little graveyard on the head of Dry Creek. Children, I want to say to Will and Sister Flossie, that you kept him in your home for which I believe you will be rewarded.  His favorite hymn was: Come think on death and judgment, Your time is almost spent.  Your have been a wretched sinner; “Tis time that you repent.  Written by W. B. MULLINS.

 

HUNTER, JOHN -  It becomes my sad duty to try and write a short sketch of the life of Brother John Hunter.  He was born in the year of 1857 and died August 16, 1936; aged abut 79 years.  He was married to Lizzie Hamilton and to his union 10 children were born, of which 5 of them and his wife preceded him in death, which leaves 5 still living. He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about the year of 1903 and was baptized by Elder John M. Akers into the fellowship of the Zion Church, and was ordained a deacon, and then helped to organize the Little Dove Church where he moved his fellowship.  He always stood for a pure, clean, heavenly-horn church membership just as long as he was able to come to church.  He was sick about 23 years, but he bore it all with patience, and I, the writer, have seen him hauled in a sled many times to church to worship the Lord in the good old-fashioned way; and after he got to ill to be brought to church, he would call for the brethren to come on Saturday evening of regular meeting time at Little Dove Church and hold meeting for him.  He wanted them to come on communion meeting time and wash his feet and he would sit on his bed and rejoice, praising the Lord all the while. He would give us council to stand for a clean church and about a year before he died he said he didn’t believe he would ever be able to serve us as deacon anymore and that he wanted his boy Craig and myself ordained as deacons, giving us counsel concerning it.  So dear readers, you see it is heart-melting to give up a faithful brother like this, but we can feel free and say our loss is his eternal gain.  We feel his soul is resting under the altar of God today, waiting for the redemption of his body.  Then he will have a pure body like Christ’s glorious body. Dear children, I feel that you all loved father, but if you ever see him again, you will have to be “born again,” and step in daddy’s tracks during this life.  You allow that Christ died for you, whether you are saved or not.  Don’t wait too long to made your peace-calling and election sure with God, or you will never see Brother John again.  I could write on and on of the many good things that Brother John has done and said, but it would make this obituary too long.  So will close by saying, “Wish we had a lot of members as faithful as Brother John has been.”  His funeral is set for the fourth Saturday and Sunday in August, 1937.  Everybody is invited and Brethren Tom Mosley, McKinley Moore, Malcolm Wright, Aaron Pack, Tack Hall, J. P. Hall and Eles Cotton to attend.

Written by his unworthy brother, J. P. HALL

          

JACKSON, PHOEBE ELLEN - I will try the best I can to write a sketch of my dear sister in Christ, to-wit: Phoebe Ellen Jackson.  She was born May 7, 1865; departed this life January 15, 1935, at the age of seventy years.  She was the daughter of Thomas Cook.  She was the wife of Andrew Jackson.  Unto this union one boy was born, who preceded her in death. Some years ago, Sister Jackson was baptized into the Old Regular Baptist Church, about six years ago.  She lived a faithful Christian life until death.  She leaves a husband and five grandchildren to mourn her loss, but we believe our loss will be her eternal gain.  So, cheer up, dear husband, and grandchildren, if you want to see mother again you must be born again where you will be with her for ever and ever, where there will be no more partings.  Written by R. WORKMAN, JR.

 

MOORE, ISANIA - It is sad with me this morning, that I try to write a short sketch of a sweet mother, Isania Moore, who died September 30, 1935. She raised six children to maturity, but Sister Razelle has been gone on about ten years and I feel that she is with Jesus. Mother was born May 16, 1860.  She was the daughter of Samuel and Rebecca Prater and was married to Madison Moore, about sixty years ago, and unto this union 9 children were born.  Three died when they were in infancy.  Razelle died after she was married, and this left five children to mourn the loss of mother.  Mother joined the Philadelphia Church of Old Regular Baptists about forty years ago.  She was a good Christian mother.  I would wake up through the night and she would be praying.  She tried to raise her children in the right way.  She gave us good counsel and told us to do what was right.  Mother was not ill very long until her death. I asked her if there was anything she wanted and she said she wanted a home where there would be no more parting nor trouble.  It seemed as if she wanted to die in my arms.  She asked me to raise her up; she leaned her head on my shoulder until she died.  Bless her sweet soul; it seems as if I can see her; she talks with me every night or two in my dreams. If it had been the Lord’s will I had rather taken her place and died first, but she had to go.  She lived to be 75 years of age, and I never heard her utter an unrighteous word in my life.  Written by her youngest son, SAMMIE MOORE.

P.S.: Her funeral is to be preached the second Saturday and Sunday in September, 1937.

           

Mullins, ELDER W. B. - The subject of this sketch, Elder W. B. Mullins, was born March 20, 1860; deceased September 30, 1936 aged 76 years, 6 months, and 10 days.  He was married to Alva Mullins in the year of 1883 and unto this union were born four children, three girls and one boy.  Alva died in the year of 1895 and Brother Mullins was then married to Nancy Caudill in the year of 1896; and unto this union was born ten children; three girls and seven boys. Brother Wall joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about the year of 1890 and began exercising a public gift and was ordained a minister in the year of 1892.  The greater portion of his ministry was here in the mountain section of Kentucky.  But some several years ago he moved into Lincoln or Pulaski County and spent the last years of his pilgrimage in that section of the country.   After moving into that section of the country he began preaching the Old Baptist doctrine and very soon an Old Baptist Church was organized in the vicinity where he lived.  He then lifted his letter and took it from the Providence Church down to where he lived and took up fellowship with the church which he helped to organize. But as Brother Mullins was so well known and as he had his fellowship with us in the New Salem Association for so long, we think it our duty to have a short obituary of him in our Minutes. So far as the writer of this sketch was able to find out, Brother Mullins remained steadfast and unmovable in the good old way and was just upon all occasions and in all places, “Plain Old-Fashioned” Wall.  So as he has left a large family of children and grandchildren and a dear, lonesome wife and many other relatives and a host of Old Regular Baptist brethren and sisters, her in this world of sin and sorrow, we are glad to believe that Brother Mullins’ soul is in the sweet regions of glory and that his body will be resurrected from the grave in that final day and be purified and fashioned like Christ’s glorious body and both soul and body will be together around the throne of God forever.    Written by his humble brother in hope of eternal life,      E. V. HOPKINS

 

OSBORN, GEORGE WASHINGTON -son of William Harvey and Malinda Osborn, was born on Indian Creek, Pike County, Kentucky, February 20, 1884; departed this life March 19, 1908; aged 24 years and 29 days. Being left an orphan at an early age, he was put to work at all kinds of honorable labor to help his mother support a large family.  From early youth he was noted for honesty, friendliness and hospitality.  It has been said that the richest possession one may acquire is the confidence, respect, and esteem of one’s friends and acquaintances.  He had all the these.  The writer never knew of anyone having more influence with others that he.  I have known him to intervene in the interest of peace when two would be at ‘swords’ point,” and have them part friends. He felt it his duty to build up-not tear down; and whenever the path of duty lay clear, he never hesitated to follow it. He was true to his friends, his country, and the Baptist Church, of which he was a member. He contracted tuberculosis and there were some few years that he was unable to work with justice to himself.  He fought the ravages of his affliction with courage and fortitude, but his efforts were in vain.  And on March 19, 1908, he “lay down by the wayside and using his burden for a pillow, fell into that dreamless sleep that kisses down his eyelids still.”  In the prime of life when for him the sun was still high in the heavens, he passed away from this earth through the shadow to the sunshine of life which awaited him beyond the grave. In this life there is nothing so certain as death and nothing so uncertain as when it shall overtake us.  The ways of death and its manner of coming is beyond the power of the human mind to compass.  Some die in the dawn of life, and some go out with the twilight.  The subject of this sketch died when manhood’s morning almost touched noon.  He had not reached on life’s highway the stone that marked the highest point, “until he passed to silence and pathetic dust.” Someone has said: “After all it may be best, just in the sunniest, happiest hour of all the voyage, while eager winds are kissing every sail to dash against the unseen rock, and in an instant hear the billows roar above a sunken ship.  For whether in mid-ocean or among the breakers of a farther shore, a wreck at last must mark the end of each and all, no matter if every hour is rich with love and every moment jeweled with a joy.”  He has been gone for twenty-eight years.  At times it seems much longer, and at other times it seems but a few days. All of us like to stand on the steps of the “alter of memory,” and recall the early associations while in the morning of life.  Some time ago I visited the Old Homestead, “where in life’s early morning we once loved to roam,” and while there, visions of the past floated before my eyes.  In looking back down the years, I can see him as a mere boy at work and at play. I can see him during bleak winter days seated by the fireside with the rest of the family and with the coming of spring, taking strolls through the trees while all about us the delicate foliage of early spring by-jeweled with changing dewdrops.  I can see many neighbors of those days who were neighbors indeed, but who in fact are with us no more.  In contemplating these solemn, though happy, scenes, I am made to exclaim with the poet:
Where is now the merry party
I remember long ago?
Laughing around the Christmas fireside,
Brightened by its ruddy glow,
Or in summer’s balmy evenings,
In the fields upon the hay?
They have all dispersed and wandered
Far away.
Some have gone to lands far distant,
And with strangers made their home;
Some upon the world of waters,
All their lives are forced to roam;
Some have gone from us forever,
Longer here they might not stay,
They have reached a fairer region
Far away.
B. F. OSBORN.

           

Osborn, Hiram Hawkins - son of Jesse and Sarah Osborn, was born on Indian Creek, Pike County, Kentucky, February 9, 1863; departed this life March 8, 1936; aged 73 years and 29 days.  When 26 years of age he was married to Mintie E Hopkins of Floyd County, Kentucky, who, together with 11 of their 12 children, survive him. He labored with his hands to support his family, and was blessed to stay with them until they grew into manhood and womanhood.  He was hospitable, generous, sympathetic, tender, and loving.  On a moss covered tombstone in an old English churchyard is this epitaph: “He loved little children.” Truly might these words be carved upon the stone that marks the bodily resting place of the subject of this sketch.  How beautiful and rare a possession is the heart of a man that has room in it for love, the very bond of peace and of all virtues, upon which the great Apostle places a higher valuation that either faith or hope—“These three, faith, hope and love, but the greatest of these is love.” He joined the Enterprise Church of Regular Baptists in the spring of 1909, and remained a true and faithful member until he was called to his reward. About four years ago he suffered a paralytic stroke from which he never recovered; and on March 8, 1936, he fell asleep, and was gathered to his fathers. Two great springs of spiritual influence emptied into his heart: the memory of the altar at his mother’s knee, and the Baptist Church which he joined in his prime, and whose strong sustaining hand was ever upon his heart.  He did not believe in a mere formal religion that acknowledged Christ as only a historical character–he believed in a personal acquaintance with Christ as his Redeemer; and that vital faith, born in the wondrous miracle of a new heart and a new life was the power that held him through all the activities of his life, and enabled him, as he went down into the valley of the shadow of death, to exclaim:  “There is nothing between me and my God, but the sting of death.”  He fought the good fight, he kept the faith, and may his family feel assured that he has been assigned the promised mansions, and is making them ready for their coming.     B. F. OSBORN

 

OSBORN, MALINDA R. - Leaves have their time to fall, and flower wither at the north wind’s breath; But thou hast all seasons for thine own death. It has been said that death stops at everyone’s door.  It is seldom welcome, but sure to come.  It marks the terminal of earth’s journey, and is the transition state to prepare the souls of the saints for initiation into the eternal splendors of the never-ending day.  Death is just as natural as life.  Each one has his small place to fill in the great human family, and when the death angel beckons we must of necessity leave vacant chairs.  Today we mingle with our friends, we enjoy their associations, but we know not what the morrow holds in store for us.  Friend after friend departs.  Who has not lost a friend?  There is no union here of hearts that finds not here an end.  Yet whenever the silver chord has been broken and loved ones have gone on ahead, we cannot help being disconsolate, and sigh for the “Touch of a vanished hand, the sound of a voice hat is still.”  The lament of the king that “man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the street,” finds an echo in our sad hearts. On the afternoon of December 25, 1935, the earthly pilgrimage of Malinda R. Osborn came to a close.  She was born on Big Mud Creek, Floyd County, Kentucky, July 17, 1861, the daughter of Joseph and Phena (Elliott) Akers.  She was married to William Harvey Osborn, of Pike County, Kentucky, January 24, 1882, and unto this union ten children were born—five boys and five girls.  Her husband and three of the children preceded her in death; her husband on February 25, 1900; her infant daughter, Catherine, April 8, 1900; her eldest son, George W., March 19, 1908, and her younger son, Joseph, April 11, 1910.  She joined the Regular Baptist Church in 1900, and remained a true and devoted member as long as she lived.  She has often been referred to as “one of the best members of the Enterprise Church.”  Being left a widow with ten children, most of them too small at the time to be of any assistance to her, she, by industry and frugality, raised her family without outside help.  She was not only an incessant worker, but one who had led a simple life, wanting no extraordinary luxuries or improvised extravagance.  The writer doesn’t believe that she was ever at any time lazy, or devoted to idleness.  She early taught her children that postponing a task that needed to be performed did not render it easier, but as a rule rendered it more difficult to perform.  She was self-reliant.  While others were clamoring for relief funds, she was adamant, maintaining the doctrine that it is the duty of the citizen to support the government instead of going to an already over-burdened government for support. Her motto was the Golden Rule.  She seemed to love her neighbor as herself, and her rewords were the satisfaction and gratification which she obtained in the happiness of others.  If all our citizens were like her, we would have no need of a government; hence, no taxes to pay.  She was an unusual character.  She was truthful, honest, straight-forward, sincere, and frank in all her dealings.  No man can truthfully say that she ever deliberately deceive him.  Her word was never questioned.  Her life was without stain, spot, or blemish.  If deeds well done were roses we could build and decorate therewith a triumphal arch all along the pathway of her spotless life.  We have often sat at the bier of others, and heard virtues extolled that the deceased did not possess.  How different with mother!  The word “mother” is the sweetest word in the English language.  Around it cluster precious memories of orchards, full of bloom; of delightful excursions with joyful little companions through “the trees, as we plucked the violets, drooping flowers, and listened to the music of the birds and bees.”  And the many, many self-denials on her part for the comfort of her children.  Even during her last illness she seemed more solicitous of her children and of others that of herself.  In this world there is nothing to compare with mother love.  It giveth and giveth without any thought of receiving anything in return.  Poets, artists, sculptors, all have tried to portray it in artistic creation, but all have failed.  It cannot be done.  It knows no bounds, no limitations.  It reaches all the way from earth to heaven. I once heard a story about an angel coming down from the skies to view the beautiful things of earth.  On his return he decided to take with him the most beautiful things he could carry.  He looked around about him and saw some beautiful flowers, so he gathered a load of flowers.  Then just before he started, he saw a baby in its cradle, looking up at its mother with a beautiful smile.  He says: “I will take that smile.”  Just then he saw the great current of that mother’s love rushing down into the cradle, and he says: “I will take that, too.”  So with the pretty flowers, the baby’s smile, and the mother’s love, he flew away.  When he arrived at the pearly gates, he stopped to examine his treasures.  H found the flowers had withered, the baby’s smile had faded, but that the mother’s love was as constant and true as when he left the world below.  So he threw away the withered flowers, he cast aside the baby’s smile, and flew into heaven with that mother’s love, and there at the great white throne of God it reigns eternal still.  It is customary for us to eulogize our beloved dead.  The subject of this sketch deserves an eulogy, but needs none.  She has written her own in the golden book of deeds well done.  She made the teachings of her Divine Master the lamp to guide her way, and had followed so closely the pattern of the Prince of peace, when she came to die she could look up and, extending her arms heavenward, fall peacefully asleep. Let us think at that moment she saw the beautiful scenery beyond the gates of fair Zion, and felt upon her precious brow the breezes of the eternal morn.  And while her soul is enjoying the company of departed loved ones in that land where we never grow old, where friends never part, and loved ones never die, her body is sleeping beside that of the friends of her youth.

May the breezes of summer blow softly where
her remains lie buried;

May the snows of winter be light on her grave,

And over her last resting place, may the birds
sing their sweetest song,

‘Til the eternal morning breaketh and the misty
shadows flee away.
B. F. OSBORN, Wales, Kentucky.

          

MEADE, WILL AND RACHAEL - It is in much sadness of heart that I try to write a short sketch of the lives of the beloved brother and sister, to-wit: Will Meade and Rachael Meade, his wife. Will Meade was born March 20, 1855, and was married to Rachael Meade (date of their marriage is unknown by me), and unto this union eleven children were born-four boys and seven girls.  Six children preceded them in death, one dying in infancy and the other five leaving in good hopes. On the sixth day of May, 1894, Brother Will had a call meeting and joined the Old Regular Baptist Church, living a faithful Christian life until death. Sister Rachael Meade was born January 1, 1855.  On February 4, 1936, her death occurred.  She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church August 4, 1904, living a Christian life until death.  It was very sad to me when on the twelfth day of January, 1936, the news arrived that Uncle Will was killed in a car wreck.  Uncle Will had been for several years, on the fourth Saturday in each month, staying with me and would talk on the church and the goodness of God. So dear children, while you miss him in your homes, I miss his good conversations..  Dear children, your father and mother are both gone and left you but I truly believe your loss is heaven’s gain.  If you ever expect to meet with father and mother again, you must repent and live for Jesus if you want to go where father and mother have gone, to that heavenly country where there will be no car wrecks but where it will be peaceful and quiet with the children of God.

Written by ELDER JESSE HAMPTON.

 

OWENS, ANNA  It is with sad feelings that I try to write a short sketch of the life of Sister Anna Owens.  She was born in Floyd County, Kentucky, about the year of 1850, on April 10; departed this life October 11, 1929.  She was the daughter of William and Sarah Slone.  She was married to Milton Owens about the year 1870, and six children were born unto this union—four boys and two girls.  Four of the children preceded her in death.  A husband and two children were left to mourn her loss, besides a host of relatives and friends. She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about the year of 1888.  She lived a faithful member until death, and was loved by all the members and all who knew her.  She was never absent from her seat on Saturday when able to attend.  She was missed very much by the members of the Mt. Olive Church.  She was always ready at sacrament time to make ready for the sacrament, and when donation was made for the association she was always ready with her small but appreciated part. We feel sure hat all who are blessed to get to heaven will meet Sister Anna there.  Her Christian life was so bright, it leaves us without doubts    Written by ELDER WILLIAM SLONE.

          

PRATER, LIZZIE -  I will try to write a short obituary of the life of my dear mother, Lizzie Prater.  She was the daughter of Mr. And Mrs. Sam Click.  She was born about the year of 1884, and was married to John Prater in the year of 1903.  She died February 25, 1936.  This union was blessed with eleven children, none boys and two girls.  Three boys preceded her in death, leaving eight children to mourn the loss.  Three of the children are now married and five are left at home with father. Mother joined the Regular Baptist Church about 14 years ago and lived a faithful member until death.  She was ill for a long time, but bore her sickness with patience.  Her only worry was having to leave her husband and children.  I went to see her three days before she died and stayed with her until she departed this life. She told me that if she had all of her children together, she would be ready to die; that all she hated to die for was because she would have to leave her dear children and husband. Oh, children, we feel that our loss is her eternal gain and if we live faithful in God we will see mother again.  Written by her daughter, AREA BAILEY

           

RATLIFF, R. H.  It is with a sad heart that I attempt to write an obituary of my dear father, Mr. R. H. Ratliff.  He was born June 5, 1869; departed this life April 1, 1936; aged 68 years, 7 months and 26 days. He was married to Miss Victory Gibson, January 8, 1891.  To this union nine children were born—five boys and four girls.  He lived to see them grown into manhood and womanhood, and one to profess a hope in Christ; the other eight are still living in the ways of the world. Papa joined the church in May, 1916, and was baptized by Elder N. J. Hopkins.  He lived a Christian life for nineteen years and was a good example for his children to follow.  He has rode over mountains, through many storms, to fill his seat in the church.  I feel the church has lost a good brother and a pious father.  I will say to all of the children, if you ever expect to see your father again you must close in with the free mercies of God before it becomes too late.

 I hope that our loss her is his great gain.
We loved him, yes, we loved him,
But angels loved him more;
And they have called him
To yonder shining shore.
Written by his daughter, LIZA JANE EPLING

           

SHEPHERD, BRICE - It is with a sad and broken heart that I try to write a short sketch of the life of a dear brother, to-wit: Brice Shepherd.  He was the son of Alamander Shepherd and was married to Laure Ousley, the daughter of E. D. Ousley. Unto this union nine children were born.  Eight are still living to mourn his loss with dear mother. Brother Brice joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about twenty eight years ago and lived a faithful member until death.  He became paralyzed about the year of 1932 and he endured it well.  He could not talk but he loved to see people come and he liked to go to meeting.  He was about sixty years old and leaves a host of friends and brethren and sisters to mourn his loss, and we miss him in going to church.  I, the writer, sure do miss him.  I was not at home: I was in the hospital when he died on the fourteenth day of February, 1936; and his son was in a C. C. C. Camp and the rest were present when he died. I married his eldest daughter.  I visited him many times during his sickness and heard him try to call on the Lord.  So now we miss him, but we believe he is gone from a world of trouble to a world of rest.   Now, dear children, I do hope you will seek the Lord before it is finally and everlastingly too late, for His mercies are worth seeking.   Your brother in home, NEWMAN PRATER.

 

TACKETT, MARTHA - It is with a sad heart that I make this feeble attempt to write a short obituary of my dear mother, to-wit: Martha Tackett.  She was born in Pike County, December 19, 1873; departed this life February 18, 1897; aged 23 years, 1 month and 28 days.  She was the daughter of W. M. and Lucy Burke.  She was married to Will Tackett, known as “Big Will,” in the year of 1894, and unto them two sons were born.  The eldest son, Millard Tackett, died May 8, 1896, at the age of 11 months and 21 days. Mother was lived by all who knew her.  She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Long Fork the fourth Sunday in June, 1896, and was baptized the fourth Sunday in July, 1896.  By request of father, a letter of dismission was granted her which she laid in the Joppa Church where father has his fellowship.  As I was only two months old when mother died, I naturally couldn’t know much about mother, but father has told me many times how good and kind she was, so I believe she is now resting under the alter with her little son who died a few months before mother was called away. I believe that if I am blessed to reach heaven when I am called away, that I will know mother’s face in that glory world.  I believe parents will know their children and children will know their parents in heaven. Excuse my awkward way in writing this obituary. 
Written by her only son,   LEONARD TACKETT, Hartley, Kentucky.

Tuttle, ELDER W. R.- The subject of this sketch, Elder W. R. Tuttle, was born July 4, 1855; died October 22, 1935; aged 80 years, 3 months, and 8 days.  He was married to Cynthia Thornsbury, about the year of 1876, and unto this union six children were born; all still living and out of this number all are members of the Old Regular Baptist Church, but one.  Brother Tuttle joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about the year of 1882 and shortly afterwards began exercising a public gift and later on was ordained as a minister. His first wife died about the year of 1909.  He then was married to Sally Mullins and lived together until his death. He only lived about two weeks after taking to his bed.  Brother Tuttle was a strong contender of a free salvation for a period of over 50 years, and was always frank to express his views and mind on religious matters and was not ashamed anywhere to own his was an Old Regular Baptist.  Although he was real poor in this world’s goods he seemed to have only an eye toward God, regardless of any person’s natural feelings, and he was delighted in going to meeting and it seemed he was pleased to meet with his dear brethren and sisters.  If anyone who claimed to be an Old Regular Baptist preacher, failed to live up to the old type and failed to preach the old-time doctrine, he refused to preach with them and was active in rebuking them. He was one of the strongest contenders in our midst, that he only had a hope of being a Christian and of a call to the ministry and always said that he did not want anyone who advocated this doctrine, to preach over his body or at this funeral.  He also was one of the promptest brethren we had to fill his appointments and tried to make his word good.  If he promised to pay you at a certain time, he would ride miles and miles to pay you or to tell you that something has occurred until he could not make payment. Brother Tuttle was one, that when he went to the meeting house or where service was to be held, he had no delight in foolish jesting and such like, but wanted to get right down to the matter of singing and worshiping God.  When singing or preaching suited him, it was easily manifested, because you would see the tears running down his cheeks.  One of his foremost maxims was: that if a man’s life and every-day walks was not right, that he could not preach for him, and he often made the statement of how it was that same brethren and sisters and some preachers could get so much closer to him than others. The older he got, the more of a godly sort was his conversation, and he often made the statement, that not even a child he had could say, and tell the truth, that they ever heard him talk in a filthy way. So may God help all the children to keep the old faith that their father was so zealously concerned in; and may all the grandchildren remember Brother Riles advice and examples and make preparations to meet him in that heavenly land, is the sincere desire and prayer of the writers of this obituary.    Written by E. V. HOPKINS and L. D. MOSELEY

 

WALLEN,  AMANDA -It is with a sad and broken heart that we try to write a short sketch of our dear, loving mother and grand mother, to-wit: Amanda Wallen, who passed away the last day of October, 1935.  She was married to James Wallen may years ago.  To this union nine children were born—five boys and four girls, Alfred, Sis, Ellen, Sarah Jane, Robert, Shell, Willie, Ernest and Condas.  Father, Shell and two sisters preceded her in death. She bore her sickness with patience, having been struck with paralysis, and on the night of May 30, she took the second stroke.  We had to fee her with a spoon.  We had many friends and relatives to come and visit her.  She loved to see people come and was loved by all who knew her.  She talked so sweetly all the time.  The morning the death angels carried her away, she called us all to the bed and said she wanted to shake hands with all her children.  She would often tell me she could hear someone singing beautiful songs and could see people dressed in white and asked me if I could not see them, too.  I told her I could not see them. On Sunday, before she died, she told me she was going to a big meeting where there would be not separation. Dear Mother passed away the following week.  Oh, how I prayed to go with her then, but at the great judgment day I will be singing with mother.  She belonged to the Christian Church for many years.  When father died he told her she ought to have gone to the Baptist Church and preached to the people, so mother went to the Baptist Church and lived a faithful member until death.   Written by her daughter and granddaughter, SARA JANE OUSLEY & AMANDA WALLEN.

MOORE, VINA   It is with a sad feeling that I try to write an obituary of Sister Vina Moore. She was born January 18, 1898, and at the age of twenty-six years was married to Greene L. Moore (February 22, 1924), and to this union five children were born; all are living except one, who preceded her in death. She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at the age of 31, living a Christian life until death, which over took September 30, 1935, being 38 years, 6 months and 12 days of age at the time. Sister Vina believed in the old-time way of living and worshiping the living God.  She had God’s people’s pattern.  On her head, she had long hair—always believed it was the duty of any Christian woman at sacrament time services that each one should let down their hair and show the world and their children that it was right to wear long hair.  According to Corinthians, eleventh chapter: “It was a great shining light” to see her and her three little girls’ hair hanging down at her burial. During her sickness she would have the brethren and sisters to come and sing, and pray and preach, and shout praises to God, saying there was nothing in her way.  I have heard her tell her experiences of how she believed God showed her in her dreams to go home to the Regular Baptists and be baptized by Elder Lindsy Moore.  I wish to God we had more mothers in Israel that had the pattern of long hair and were good and obedient to their own husbands and everybody else as Sister Vina was. I could write many good things about her but time and space will not permit.  I will say to Brother Kelcie Moore, her father: Be faithful in the old Beaver Church where you and Sister Vina belonged; press forward to the mark of the high calling which is in Christ Jesus.  I want to say to Greene, her husband, I know you did your duty towards taking care of Sister Vina in her sickness but after all you will have to go as she did to the grave.  Let me ask you, as your friend, to get ready, forsake all sin, repent, pray to God from the earnestness of your heart to forgive you.  Do all you can and God will do the rest.  Never, no never, let the little girls’ be cut; instead tell them how mother died with hers and left an example for them.

 Written by her cousin and brother in the Lord, I hope,  J. M. MOORE, Gearheart, Kentucky.
 

TERRY, RILEY  I will now try to write an obituary of a dear father, to-wit: Riley Terry.  He was born August 15, 1865; departed this life May 26, 1936.  He was 70 years, 9 months and 11 days old at the time of death.   He was married to Helen Nichols January 1, 1885.   Unto this union thirteen children were born–five boys and eight girls.  One preceded him in death. He became ill May 6 and was taken to the Martin hospital for medical aid but the death angel out-did them and took him, as we all feel, to the spirits land where there will be no more deaths.  He told Brother E. H. Howard that he was all right. Now to you boys and girls who haven’t made peace with God: Close in with the offered mercies of God before it is too late, so you can meet father.  You did all you could for your father but death won out and preyed upon that frail, little body of his, taking him from you.  Now, dear children, you feel sad to go to the old home where father lived with you all for so long, but father is not there now.  He has just crossed over to the other side, waiting for the great resurrection day when that little body which was planted down in the grave will arise again.  It will not be a little, weak body—it will be like Christ’s glorious body and will outshine the noon-day sun, and won’t that be a glorious sight to see?  Now to Sister Helen, just press on a few more days; it won’t be long until you will see him again. His funeral will be attended August 3 and 4, Saturday and Sunday, 1937, by his request Brethren E. H. Howard, Linzey Mosley and Clabe Mosley to preach.  Everybody is invited to come.   Written by his daughter and your sister in the Lord, MINDA ALLEN

           

TACKETT, A. H. -It is with a sad feeling that I try to write the life of a dear brother in the Lord,  Brother Andrew Hawkins Tackett, a son of James Tackett and Deliah Tackett.  He was born December 12, 1865; departed this life August 31, 1935, at 5:00 a. m.; aged 69 years, 7 months and 18 days.  A brother of Hiram and Will Tackett, he leaves three brothers and two sisters to mourn his loss. A. H. Tacket joined the old Joppa Church the first Saturday in June, 1896, and was baptized by Elder Alex Johnson.   His membership was in the old Joppa Church for forty years and was a faithful during this time. He was married to Sarah Ann Johnson, a daughter of Elisha and Rilda Johnson about the year 1887.  Unto this union nine children were born, five boys and four girls.  One girl preceded them in death, leaving five boys and three girls to mourn father’s loss. Sister Sarah Ann Johnson, his wife, died some time before him, left him lonesome in this world for about ten or twelve years. Brother A. H. Tackett live a devoted Christian life until death.  I was present at his son, Flock Tackett’s home, and saw Brother Tackett pass out of this world.  He died with the dreaded disease of high blood pressure, living eight days after the second stroke. Now I want to say to the five boys and three girls; I want you children to think of the life that father and mother lived and turn from the world of sin; repent and come to Christ and live.  So, dear children, I as your best friend.  Do the bidding of Christ Jesus; accept him as your personal Savior and live as Christ would have you to live. Father’s favorite song was, “I Have a Call for You, My Friends, and You will Come and See.”  Farewell, dear friends and children of Brother A. H Tackett.  Written September 1, 1936, by ELDER HIRAM HALL

           

MARTIN, MARY HALL -It is with sadness and sorrow that I attempt to write an obituary of my dear, beloved wife, Mary Hall Martin, who was born February 27, 1879, and departed from this life April 29, 1936.  She was 57 years, 2 months and 2 days of age.  She was married February 21, 1901.  To this union eight children were born.  The eldest one, Curtis, died October 16, 1917; aged 15 years.  Four boys and three girls survive. She spent her life in toil around the home that her children might receive an education.  She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church the first Saturday in July, 1918, at the Joppa Church and was baptized by Elder Henry Hall.  My dear wife has departed this life.  She let her Christian life shine before the world.  I feel she is now resting under the altar of God.  She was taken from us on account of the influenza.  During her last hours she said to me: “Get ready–I am ready.”  What glorious words!  The home seems broken up for the one who radiated sunshine and happiness is there no more to welcome the children and me. Her funeral will be preached the first Saturday in September, 1937, near the home on Bill D. Hall Branch, Kite, Kentucky. Some of the ministers will be Elders Jerry Hall, Hiram Hall, Ellis Hopkins, Eppie Holbrooks, W. B. Mullins and others. My heart goes out in welcoming the public to her funeral and prayers for a fine meeting.

Written by her husband, ROBERT MARTIN.

     

HAMILTON, MRS. SOL - In remembrance of my loving mother, I will try in my weakness to write in regard to my mother’s life. Mother was born in the year 1864; departed this life January 9, 1936.  She was near 72 years old when death came.  She was the daughter of old Harrison Newsom and Ciltanan Newsom.  She was reared on Shelby Creek, Pike County, Kentucky.  Mother was first married to Sol Hamilton in the year of 1878.  Unto this union were born eight children, six boys and two girls.  The youngest girl died in infancy; the other girl in 1935. Oh, what a shock it was to mother when the news came that Sister Rhodina was dead.  Mother had loved her so much, and her children, too.  Mother would stand by the bedside of her children and always serve them with tender care; would give them the best of advice in the old-time way. I want to say to my brothers: We have all professed a hope in Christ except Brother Stephen.  He always was a good boy but after all he must be born again if he expects to be with mother again in the glory world where we can sing His praises forever more. I’m not worrying over mother’s destiny.  Her company here and care for me is what I miss for when I have to lay my armor by I feel I will be with mother again to sing the sweet songs of redemption. Brother Evan, you are afflicted.  May the good Lord hold you up to fight the battle for King Emmanuel.  Mother would call for you so much when you would be away.  The lonesomeness home I ever experienced was the night following mother’s burial. I will say to Brother Jesse and Brother Harrison; God spoke peace to our souls by our being obedient to Him.  Let’s march on.  We will finally receive our reward just beyond this troublesome world.  Our father died in 1912, nearly twenty four years ago.  Mother then married P. P. Hopkins.  They housekept nearly seventeen years.  Our parents were poor people but we were brought up and taught honesty in the old-time way.  Mother joined the Samaria Church of Regular Baptists the second Sunday in September, 1913.  She was baptized by Elder C. C. Mitchell. I don’t believe mother ever gave anyone the wrong advice.  She threw her doors open and labored in cooking for the Baptist Church.  The fruits that mother or anyone bears we know them, because the Bible says “by their fruits ye shall know them.”  I believe mother bore the good fruit, she was loved by everyone who knew her. Listen, readers, a good tree cannot bring corrupt fruit—neither doth a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit.  So I like to see people who profess a hope in Christ practice what they profess.  They will if they have been born again because Jesus says “You are not your own keeper but by the power of God.” I must close, but there is many more good things on my mind which I could write about. Mother’s funeral will be preached in May, the second Saturday and Sunday, 1937, beginning at Brother Evan Hamilton’s home on Friday.

“In that dear old village churchyard,
I can see a mossy mound;
I can see where mother’s sleeping,
In the cold and silent ground.”
Written by her son, J. B. HAMILTON

        

HUNTER, Flora -  It is with sad feelings and a broken heart that I now attempt to write a brief obituary of my dear loving mother, to-wit: Flora Hunter.  She was born on July 18, 1861; departed this life June 11, 1936; aged 74 years, 10 months and 23 days. She was the daughter of Thomas Carver, and was married to W. J. Hunter, August 20, 1882.  Unto them fourteen children were born, twelve boys and two girls.  Six boys have passed on; six boys and two girls still living to mourn the loss of a dear, devoted mother, James, Thomas, Lackey, of Woods, Kentucky, McKinley and Mrs. Fannie of Emma, Kentucky Dowe of Betsy Layne, Kentucky, Ballard of Dwale, Mrs Nannie Moore of Harold, twenty four grandchildren, and eleven great grandchildren and devoted husband and host of friends also mourn her loss.
 Mother belonged to the Old Regular Baptist Church for 27 years and lived a Christian life until death called her away.  Dear mother called her children to her bed and told them to be good to each other and meet her in heaven.  When mother was talking to her children, she was singing with a tune as if she was in a good meeting and she prayed a good prayer for her children that God would bring them into His own habitation; that was a few days before she died.  Mother said to me: “I have a beautiful home! Oh, look how beautiful it’s furnished!”            Mother sang a beautiful song–a song I had never heard and the name of it was “Jordan’s Land,” and she gave it out word by word and wanted father to help her sing it but he could not.  She said she was singing for the dying child and Sister Fannie was in the bed.  James, Nannie and myself were standing by her bed when she began shouting and praising God, giving us her hand, saying “I know you are the children of God.”  She remarked, “I have a deed and it’s written with golden letters.  I have a golden room and the streets are pave in gold.  I shall look for father more in heaven than here.”  She talked of seeing her dead friends and of Christ coming after her.  So dear children, if you want to see mother again you will have to prepare to meet God in peace.  I must close as this obituary is getting lengthy.  Written by MRS. JAMES HUNTER- McKINLEY HUNTER

 

JOHNSON, CALEB - By request of a widow and some dear children, I will now try in my weakness to write a short sketch of the life of our dear beloved brother in the Lord, to-wit: Brother Caleb Johnson.  He was the son of Abisha Johnson and was born in the year of 1853; departed this life December 8, 1935; aged about 83 years.  He was first married to the daughter of Cub Isaacs.  Unto this union one girl was born, who still survives.  He was then married to the daughter of Steve Akers and wife, and unto this union five children were born—four boys and one girl.  After his second wife died he was then married to Bettie Tackett, the daughter of George Tackett and wife, and unto this union twelve children were born—eight boys and four girls.  Brother Johnson joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about the year of 1886, and lived a faithful member until death.  Brother Johnson was always faithful to attend his home church and also his sister churches so long as his health would permit. Brother Johnson became afflicted in his last days with paralysis and was not able to attend his church for some time before his departure.  Two of Brother Johnson’s wives preceded him in death.  He leaves a widow and several children land a host of friends to mourn his loss.  Brother Johnson is missed at his church.  He is also missed in his home.  I can truly say that I believe our loss is his eternal gain.  Now, a few words to Sister Bettie and the children: I know that Sister Bettie misses Brother Johnson in the home but I believe that she has the sweet hope of meeting him again over on the other shore.  Dear children, if you ever want to see papa again you who have not professed a hope in Christ must be born again or you can never see how it looks over in the glory land.  I believe that Brother Johnson’s spirit is resting under the altar there, awaiting the redemption of the body.  So dear children I am going to ask you again to try to get right with God before you leave this world if you ever expect to see papa again.   Written by your brother in hope, BRACK HALL.

 

JONES, GREEN -  In remembrance of old Brother Green Jones, I will try to write a short sketch of his life.  Brother Jones was born in the year of 1860; departed this life September 10, 1936.   He was near 76 years old, and was a son of Jeanis and Pricie Jones.  He was married to Martha Hamilton at an early age.  They lived together nearly fifty years when the death angel come after him, leaving his companion weeping over his loss. Brother Jones professed a hope in his seventy fourth year.  As time moved on, he was not satisfied without being baptized.  While returning home from church, they came after me.  Before reaching home, they said the old brother wanted to be baptized so hey carried him to the water’s edge in a chair after singing Zion’s songs and prayer.  I asked the old brother if he wanted to live with the family of God.  He said: “Yes, the Lord has pardoned my sins.”  So I took him into the water and baptized him, brought him back, put him in his chair, and the old brother said: “I feel so good now.”  Oh, how beautiful it was to see the old brother go down into the water, in his seventy sixth year, to fulfill the commandment of our Saviour.  Brother Jones always was good to the sick and given to hospitality.  May the good Lord bless his old companion.

Written by J. B. HAMILTON

MOORE, GENERAL - It is by request that I try to write a short sketch of the life of Brother General Moore.  He as born January 6, 1870; departed this life October 16, 1935.  Brother Moore was married to Elizabeth Stumbo, who was the daughter of Green Stumbo.  Unto this union fourteen children were born; five preceded him in death, leaving nine to mourn his loss, and also a loving companion and forty five grandchildren to mourn the loss.  Brother Moore is missed by a host of friends around his home.  He was one of the old type of Christians who lived an humble life in his neighborhood.  His neighbors respected him as a Christian.  To know Brother Moore was to love him.  His doors were always open, with a warm welcome to all. Brother Moore joined the Regular Baptist Church in his early life and lived in the church until death.  He always contended for a clean church.  His death was a sudden shock to all his friends.  He was at the home of his son, John Moore, when suddenly he became ill and death occurred.  It didn’t seem to punish him very much.  He just fell asleep in Jesus to awake in that day of the Lord.  So children, be good and prepare to meet your good father in the great day of the Lord.
Written by your humble servant in the Lord,    ELDER AARON PACK

OUSLEY,  ROBERT - With sadness I attempt to write a sketch of the life of Robert Ousley.  He was born January 30, 1850; departed this life February 24, 1934; aged 84 years.  He was the son of Jemima and Bingham Ousley. He joined the Regular Baptist Church in the early part of his life and was baptized.  He always filled his seat in the church until sickness overtook him.  He was married to Polly Ann Prater.  Unto this union nine children were born, three girls and six boys.  Four preceded him in death; one has gone on since he has left, which leaves four to mourn the loss of father, two of them left out in the world tramping down the mercies of our Saviour. Brothers, when it is well, I hope you will ask the Lord to have mercy upon them.  Father left many grandchildren to mourn the loss of a father.  He was loved by all who knew him.  His table was welcome for everybody in his lifetime.  He loved to see little children come into his home.  Just before he died, he quoted scriptures and talked to his children and told them how they should live. Then he sang a song.  The song was: “I am Going Home, I am Going Home to Die No More.”
Written by his son, a brother in the Lord, ALLEN OUSLEY.