THE NEW SALEM ASSOCIATION
Of Old Regular Baptist of Jesus Christ
Held with Stone Coal Church, Floyd County Kentucky
September 24,2 5, 26 1937

OBITUARIES

Submitted by J B Francis

Adams, Malissa-It is with a sad feeling that I try to write an obituary of my sister, Malissa Adams. She was born December 26, 1860, age 77 years and 7 months. She belonged to the Regular Baptist Church twelve years at Mineral, Washington. She was married to Jesse Adams about 1879 and to this union were born ten children. One died in infancy. William and Samuel died in 1925. Woodrow and John and Mollie Sparkman of Mineral, Washington, and Carl of Selleck, Washington, Bertie Combs of Riverside, Calif., Ida Francis, of Carbonglow, Ky., and Hattie Adams of Mollie, Ky., 28 grandchildren and 21 great grandchildren mourn her loss. Sister Malissa believed in the old time way of living and worshiping God. She always filled her seat when she could in church.

Allen, Essalona-As I feel it my duty I will write a short obituary of Essalona Allen. She was born July 27th, 1869, died March 23rd, 1937, age 67 years, 7 months and 27 days. She was first married to Jack Prater about the year 1897. Unto this union were born three sons. Two infant sons preceded her in death, one is still living. Also her husband preceded her in death 33 years. She was then married to James Allen about the year 1906. Unto this union were born two daughters. One daughter died in infancy, one is t-till living. Her second husband preceded her in death thirteen months. She joined the Bethel Church of Old Regular Baptists many years ago and was a faithful member until death. She took sick in February, 1936, and was never well anymore. She had a cancer on her breast and it went to the inside. She always said it had come on her to take her away from this world. Seems like she didn't fear death, she knew she was ready to go. We all waited on her and did all we could for she was so dear to us, but the good Lord loved her best, he took her from this world of sorrow. We feel she has a better home. The night before she died she would call for her son Jimmy all the time. She wanted him near her. He stood over her until the end came. We were all standing around her bed. Awhile before she died she said, "Hurry, Lord, hurry and take me." She talked all the time until she died but we couldn't understand all she said. She talked about "up" and said "straight up" several times so I believe she wanted to go up and was ready to go when the end came. Written by her daughter-in-law, Martha Jean Prater

Allen, James-I will write a short obituary of James Allen. He was born January 21st, 1848, died February 17th, 1936, age 88 years, 27 days. He was married to Francis Gearheart many years ago, who preceded him in death several years. He was then married to Essalona Prater, about the year 1906. Unto this union were born two daughters, one died in infancy and one is still living, Mrs. Kitty Dingus. He joined the Bethel Church of Old Regular Baptist may years ago and filled his seat as long as he was • able to go to church. For several years he was unable to go anywhere, although he wasn't sick, just old age, which made him kind of feeble. He took sick February 14th, deceased the 17th. He just gave away all at once. He raised up out of his chair, staggered and almost fell. We got him on the bed and wanted to know what was the matter. He said, "I just gave away, nothing doesn't hurt me at all," and he never complained at all after he took sick. He would say to everyone that asked him, "I just gave away." I believe he was ready to go so the Lord took him easy and didn't let him suffer. Sometime before he died he reached out and said, "Come on, Lord." So we believe he is gone where troubles never come. Written by his step-daughter-in-law. Martha J. Prater

Caudill, Sister Minda-By request of friends, I will try to write a sketch of our beloved Sister, to-wit, Minda Caudill. She was the daughter of John Brown and was born March 29th, 1872 and died May 25, 1937, being 65 years of age. She was married to Willard Caudill about forty-four years ago and unto this union were born eleven children, seven boys and four girls, all are still living Sister Minda joined the Samaria Church of Regular Baptist November 5, 1922 and lived a true and faithful member until death. Sister Minda was afflicted in different ways and didn't get to fill her seat in the old Samaria Church as often as she desired but she went to all the meetings that she could get to and shouted and praised God, which now makes us believe that she is resting under the altar awaiting the trumps of God to sound and at that day Sister Minda will receive her body which will be a purified body and shall be with God forever and forever where death can never prey upon her anymore. Now let me say to her children that your mother was the best friend that you ever had on earth and to those who have not professed a hope in Christ that if you want to see mother again you will have to close in with the offered mercies of God before it is too late. We loved her, yes we loved her But God hath loved her best He came in His mighty power And took her home to rest. Written by a brother in the Lord, I hope, Lowey Frazier

Chaffins, Seattie B.-It is with a very sad but tender feeling with love, that I shall try to write an obituary of my mother, Mrs. Seattle Baldridge Chaffins. She was born August 15, 1863, and death came December 29, 1936. Age 74 years. She was one of the family of thirteen children. Her father and mother were Charlie Baldridge and Amy Baldridge, Floyd County, Ky. Mother was baptized into the Old Regular Baptist Church more than forty years ago and lived a true Christian life before her family and friends as well as her brothers and sisters in the church, and I am pleased to say she always gave us children good counsel. There were six of us children who grew to manhood and womanhood and some died while yet in infancy. Mother was sickly for several years but it seemed to make her stronger in faith! She always called for church in her home and it seemed to help her physically. Two of her children have preceded her in death since they were grown, leaving four in family, three boys and one girl, myself, and her husband. Only two of those living have professed a hope and joined the same church with mother. It was always mother's desire to live to see all her children come home to God and then she said she would be willing to die. Please brothers, let's all meet mother. We can do so by the help of God and all be together again. I remember so many years ago when we were all together around our fireside, it seems now that it was the sweetest home on earth, for my mother and father both being Christians, their conversations will never be forgotten by me and I hope you boys remember too. That should make you want us all to be together in heaven. Just before death mother asked Alex Coburn to come and have church and her being so that her mind was gone, her being so low, she was telling him what a pretty place it was. She told him to look how level. She said everything glittered, "It looks like glass," was almost her last words. There is not a doubt in my mind but that mother is at rest, and I expect to meet her with other loved ones when this life ends. I'm sure she is missed by her many friends. Her daughter, Helen C. Wallen, Garrett, Ky.

Charles, Sister Mary-It is with much sadness that I attempt to write an obituary of a dear old sister in Christ, to-wit: Sister Mary Charles. She departed this life about the 19th or 20th of January, 1937. Her husband preceded her about four years, Brother W. R. Charles. They had belonged to the Old Regular Baptist church about fifty years. Sister Mary was about eighty years old. She died in the old folks home at Chehalis, Wash. Her body is sleeping beside her husband in the Mineral grave yard. I have seen her shout many times in our meetings here. We believe Sister Charles is a shining angel in the Paradise of God. Dear children, cheer up, if you want to meet mother you must be born again. We feel sure that 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 her two sons, William and Samuel in the Mineral graveyard. O children, we feel that our loss is her gain and if we live faithful in God we will see mother again. Written by a dear Brother, J. D. Hale

Coleman, Mrs. Francis-It is with a sad heart I attempt to write a short sketch of the life and passing of my dear aunt, Mrs. Francis M. Coleman. She was the daughter of Billie Bartley, was born January 12, 1862 in Pike County, Ky. Her father and mother passed on when she was about eleven years old and in her early days she was married to Joe Stidom. To this union were born four children, three boys and one girl, one boy preceded her in death and about the year of 1895 she was married to Wm. E. Coleman, and to this union two sons were born, and dear old uncle and the two sons preceded her in death. She and uncle came west in the year of 1899 and located at Ajline, Washington, where they spent the rest of their days. They both joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about the year of 1906 and lived as true and faithful Christians until God called them on to be with him. Dear aunt was stricken with gangrene in her feet and became bedfast for several months. She was cared for by her oldest son, Fletcher and his wife. His wife was so good and patient in waiting on her. My poor aunt spoke to me so many times about how good Minnie was to wait on her and I am sure she will receive a great reward for her kind deed. It pleased God to call for her on September 23, 1934, being 72 years old. She told me she was ready to go when it pleased her blessed Saviour to call her on to be with her dear ones that were gone on. She leaves to mourn her loss two sons, one daughter, one brother, twelve grandchildren, six great-grandchildren, and a host of friends. She was laid to rest by her dear husband at Mossy Rock, Washington, awaiting the resurrection of the dead when the old graves will burst, asunder and their bodies be reunited with a spiritual body. Dear children, I hope you will prepare while life affords to meet mother for after death there is no repentance. I have heard dear old aunt say so many times, "O, if I could only see my children accept God's mercy in my life I would be the happiest woman in the world." There has been a great change in her daughter since the passing away of her mother. O, we miss her, yes we miss her but I feel our loss is her eternal gain. Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep From which none ever wakes to weep. A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the blast of foes.
Written by her niece, Evalyn Stinson Riffe , Wash.

Combs, Sister Buggie-It is with a sad feeling that I try and write a short sketch of the life of a loving wife and sister, to-wit, Sister Buggie Combs, the wife of Brother Jim Combs of Wayland, Ky. She was born in the year of 1899, her age was around 38 years old when she departed this life August 10, 1937, leaving four children living and three dead, six brothers and sisters and a father and husband. and a host of friends to mourn her loss. Sister Buggie was a devoted wife and a loving sister. We feel her loss in our churches where she is badly missed. Her seat is .' vacant but we feel that her departure has filled a seat in heaven. She was baptized by Brother E. H. Howard into the fellowship of the Steels Creek Church of the Regular Baptists around three years ago and lived a faithful member until her death. When she saw that there wasn't any chance for her to get well she requested that they take her to the Steels Creek Church and preach her funeral, but on account of conditions it was impossible to fill the request. We feel that Sister Combs is not dead but sleeping, awaiting for the great day of the Lord when He says that time will be no longer, that Sister Buggie will get up and come out of the grave to meet the Lord and go on home to Glory where parting will never come. She said that she didn't dread death but only hated to leave her children and husband, so I want to say to the children, don't forget the good counsel that mother gave you and if you ever see mother again you will have to repent of your sins, and be good to one another and try to meet mother again. The writer has seen her rejoice so much in the Lord. It is requested by Brother Jim, her husband, that her funeral be preached at the Steels Creek Church house the first Saturday and Sunday in May, 1938, as she requested. The preachers Brothers Hally Warnes, Alex Coburn, Aaron Pack, E. H. Howard and M. C. Wright will preach the funeral. Excuse my much writing, I remain, your unworthy brother. Written by E. H. Howard at the request of her husband, Brother Jim Combs.

Conley, Katie- was born June 9, 1872, deceased March 12, 1934. Age about 62. She was married to John Conley, to this union were born ten children, four gone and six living to mourn her loss. She was a member of the Old Baptist Church. She only lived about five hours after first taking her sick bed, but seemed to be very happy because she had always lived a Christian life. Although we are all very unhappy and feel lost at losing one so dear to us, we have hopes of meeting her again. Signed: Her Loving Sisters

England, Rosa Belle-The Golden Gates were open wide, A gentle voice said, come And angels from the other side, Welcomed our dear one home. In loving memory of my dear sister in Christ, Rosa Belle England I will write a short sketch of her life. She was born in Sullivan County, Tenn., September 27, 1871. She was the daughter of the late Mark F. Davis. When a child she moved with her parents to Ashcamp, Ky. She married William England, 1890, and came west in 1898. They made two trips east in 1902 and 1909.Brother England was killed in the woods in 1918 and sister England remained his widow until death. She joined the Western Union Church of the Regular Baptists in 1907 and was baptized by Elder R. Workman. She lived a true and faithful member and always attended church regularly and enjoyed the singing and preaching so much. She always had a pleasant smile and a cheerful word for everyone she met, and she loved to sing so well herself, and we miss her so much. She was confined to her bed for nine months and was cared for by her daughters. She passed on October 13, 1936;Sister England leaves one son, George Curtis England, and one daughter, Etta Swigert, three grandsons and two granddaughters, two sisters and six brothers. Beautiful rest for the weary, Well deserved rest for the true; When our life's journey is ended We shall again be with you. Beautiful, beautiful sleep. Her unworthy sister in Christ, Evalyn Stinson

Hall, Lena-I feel my weakness and unworthiness, in making this feeble attempt to write an obituary of as worthy and pious a sister as the above. Sister Lena Hall was born April 25th, 1873, deceased January 15th, 1936. Age 62 years, 8 months, 20 days. She was the daughter of George W. and Mariah Cook, and was married to Joseph Hall. Unto this union were born eight children, three boys and five girls. One little girl, Frankey Jane, preceded her in death. Her husband deceased January 1st, 1927.So this leaves seven children in this world of sin, without a dear father or mother to look after them and to counsel them to look for better things after this life is over. Lena joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Providence, the fourth Sunday in August, 1928, and was baptized by the writer of this obituary on the same day, and I remember well, upon coming out of the church house and saying to Uncle Joe: "We are going to baptize Lena." He said "All right," and after the baptism, Uncle Joe said: "Now Ellis, if all your members were like this one whom you have just now baptized, you would never have any trouble with them," and it sure proved that way, because I don't think we ever had a more obedient and faithful member than Sister Lena. Many and many times she made her way to the old church, when her looks showed plainly that her health was such that she ought not to be out, but she endured as seeing Him' that is invisible with the natural eye, but looked by that' eye of faith, to a better place than in this time world, and was willing to make a sacrifice of her natural life, in order to gain a better and happier life in the sweet bye and bye. Sister Lena remained on at the old home at the mouth of Dry Creek after her husband's death, until the old home was burned down about a year before she passed away. She then went to Lexington, Ky., with those of her children who were not married, and rented a house and remained there until she was called away. Two of her children who were married also lived in Lexington at the time of her death. She had tuberculosis and realized for several years that she had this dreadful disease, but yet it seemed that she was a woman of great patience. She only was bedfast for some few days with this disease when she took a sudden attack of pneumonia, but during the days she was confined to a sick bed it was marvelous how she talked and conversed With her children and all those with whom she talked. She did not hesitate to tell all, that she was an Old Baptist and an Old Regular, and wanted all to know that she was not ashamed to be called such, and the way she talked to her children and the nurse who waited on her is most miraculous, and I trust it will never be forgotten by her dear children. She said she wanted a drink of that good clear water that flowed from that pure City and all of us who were acquainted with her believe this dear sister is drinking this pure water in the City of the great God, where she is forever free from all sickness, sorrow, pain and worry. I wish to say to Sister Lena's dear children, do please stop for one moment of time and consider your mother's good example she laid before you and the good advice she gave you and let your minds be led toward that peaceful place of happiness, where you are all bound to believe your mother is now resting, and then take a dear Uncle's and a true friend's advice, and fall out with Satan and sin and close in with the mercy of the good Lord and beg him to forgive you for your sins which you have committed against Him and for the many days of worry you gave your dear mother, who was constantly in prayer to the great God of Heaven, asking Him to have mercy on her dear children and to spare them until they more fully considered their ruin and destruction, and then you will find mercy in the same Jesus that your good mother did and can be blessed to live with her in the Kingdom of God. Besides her children, she also leaves five sisters and one brother and many grandchildren and a large host of other near relatives and her brethren and sisters of the Church, who greatly miss her company and sweet fellowship. But how happy we are to believe, that while she is absent from us, that her soul is with her many, many dear relatives who have passed away and have left this world of sin and sorrow, and that some sweet day we can all, by the Help of God go and see her. So may God help us all to live more and more up to our Christian duty and to press toward the heavenly goal, where there remaineth a rest forever and forever for the Children of God, is the sincere desire of your unworthy feeling brother, E. V. Hopkins

Hall, Sister Phena-By request of a dear brother in the Lord, to-wit, Brother Kenas Hall and some dear friends, I will now try-in my weakness to write a short sketch of the life of our beloved sister, to-wit, Sister Phena Hall. She was the daughter of Dave and Siss Newsom and was born Oct. 12, 1873 and departed this life April 27, 1937, age 64 years, 6 months and 15 days. Sister Hall was married to Kenas Hall in the year of 1891 and unto this union were born nine children, five of them preceded her in death, leaving Bro. Kenas and four of her children and a large number of grandchildren and a host of friends to mourn her loss. Sister Phena joined the Joppa Church of Regular Baptists on Sunday after the first Saturday in October, 1916, and was baptized the first Saturday in November, 1916, by Elder Henry Hall. Sister Hall was always faithful to attend her home church together with the sister churches. Sister Phena was stricken down some few months before her departure with tuberculosis. She talked of the beautiful home she was going to and also asked her children to meet her in that beautiful place. Sister Hall was loved by all who knew her. Bro. Kenas, I know that you miss Sister Phena in your home and the children also miss her. She is missed in the Old Church for there is a vacant seat that can never be filled, but we hope that our loss here is her eternal gain. Now just a few lines to Bro. Kenas. I believe that you have the sweet hope of meeting Sister Phena again. A few lines to the children: Now dear children, mother is gone and can never return and if you ever expect to see mother again you must be born again. Then you can be with her forever and ever, where there will be no more parting. Written by your brother in hope, Brack Hall

Hamilton, Cora-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 beloved sister, to-wit, Cora Hamilton. She was born the year of 1889. She died December 28, 1934, age 47 years. She was the daughter of Anthony Frazier and Martha Frances Frazier. She was married to Robert Hamilton and to this union were born two sons, William and Everett Hamilton. She called Elder Jack Hall to her home and had meetings and joined the church. Just before she died she called her boys up to her and said, "Be better boys, you can, and meet mother in heaven." She called her father and asked how many were ready to go with her. He said, "I am." We miss her but we feel that our loss is her eternal gain and I want to say to her boys, if you ever want to see mother again you must be born again. Boys, remember the counsel of mother and let those words sink in your heart and meet mother again, where troubles will never come. There will be no orphans up there, you will have a father and mother to live forever, so I must close as this obituary is lengthy. Written by her sister, Armina Hall

Hamilton, John-I will try in my weakness and unworthiness to write a short sketch of the life of Bro. John Hamilton. He joined the Old Regular Baptists and requested Brack Hall and Bill Hall to baptize him, and we did so, and he lived a faithful member until death and took his membership at the Little Dove Church. We feel that our loss is his eternal gain in the heavenly world. I want to say to all of his children and friends, if they want to ever see John, then they must be born again. Written by Bro. Bill Hall

Hamilton, Pherry-It is with much reluctance and with a sadness of heart, that I attempt to write an obituary of my dear loving mother, Pherry Hamilton. She was the daughter of Stephen and Sarah Akers. She was born December 20, 1852. Her mother deceased June 2, 1871, she then by permission of her father went in the year of 1874 to make her future home with her grand-parents, Jesse and Pherry Hamilton. It was not long until she formed an acquaintance with A. J. Hamilton, a young man of noble traits of character and of refined manners and rare intellect. They very soon became companions in a social and friendly way. It was not long until their companionship developed into a real love affair, and in October, 1876, they were united in the bonds of matrimony. Then as husband and wife they became companions through life, walking together in the integrity of their hearts, each sharing the burdens and hardships of this life together. Unto them were born nine children, eight boys and one girl. Two of the boys died in infancy, one died at the age of eleven years, then very soon another one of the boys at the age of fourteen years died suddenly and without warning. This brought great grief and sorrow to the parents. Then in a short while their only daughter died suddenly, this adding more grief and sorrow to the parents. Then after some few years another son died suddenly, this making three of their children that died suddenly and without warning, this adding more trouble, grief and sorrow to the parents. It is wonderful to know with what great fortitude they both bore up under the strain of such great trouble and grief. My mother, Pherry Hamilton joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Samaria Church June 11, 1916. My father, A. J. Hamilton joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at same church. They lived a noble Christian life up until the time of their deaths. Father died March 17, 1935; my mother died April 10, 1937, each had prayed to die suddenly as did three of their children, and each of them died suddenly as they had prayed for, so both of their prayers were fully answered in that respect. A. J. Hamilton and Pherry Hamilton, the subject of this sketch, my father and mother, were both very hospitable and were willing to feed and take care of all persons who came to their home. They had a great circle of friends and relatives and were without enemies in all their neighborhood. My father had become very feeble for two years before his death and not able to stir around very much. It was amazing and wonderful to visit him the last two years of his life and hear him tell of his hope and to hear him expound and unfold the mysteries of the Bible, and to hear and know what great faith he had in a crucified and risen Saviour. My mother was one of the great mother in trial. The care and counsel she had for all young girls, she was a real mother to her dead sister's girls in taking them to her home and counseling them and lending a helping hand to them, teaching them to be virtuous and God-fearing ladies. My mother, Pherry Hamilton, the subject of this sketch, was of a calm, serene nature, of an amiable, lovable disposition, not rash in her talk or conversation, but mild and gentle, showing her brethren and sisters by her every word and act, that she was a real true child of God, showing them that her whole hope and life were stayed in the Eternal Son of God. Now my mother is gone to return no more until that great eternal day, when she will mount and soar away to meet King Jesus in the clouds in that blessed abode when she will take up her spiritual companionship with her beloved companion; where they will never part any more but will always shout and sing anthems of praise to His great and glorious name. Written by her son, D. E. Hamilton, Dorry, Ky.

Hampton, Sammy-It is with a sad heart that I try to write the obituary of my dear father, to-wit, Sammy Hampton. He was born May 22, 1859, departed this life Sept. 12, 1935. He was the son of Joe and Susanah Hampton. He was married to Nancy Caudill in 1879. She was the daughter of Matthew and Betty Caudill, and unto this union were born two children. Nancy and her two children preceded him in death. Then he was married to Sylvania Tackitt in 1884. She was the daughter of George and Rachel Tackitt, and unto this union were born thirteen children, five boys and eight girls, and nine of the children preceded him in death. He joined the Old Long Fork '.Church of Regular Baptists the fourth Saturday in July, 1914 and was baptized by Elder Lewis Bryant. So he kept the light burning in the lamp. The oil was there. So he lived a good pious life before his children and before his neighbors and kept himself unspotted from the world. He bore his sickness with patience and always desired good people to be with him and sing the old time songs. He leaves a dear wife and four children to mourn his loss. All his sisters and brothers in the church miss him. So our loss is his eternal gain. I will say to dear ' mother and the children, to all cheer up and keep him in memory.
One by one their seats were empty.
One by one they went away.
Now the family is all parted,
Will it be complete some day? Written by his daughter, Rebecca Burke

Hopkins, Nancy J.-Was born February 26, 1850, died February 16, 1937, age 87 years. Was a member of the Old Regular Baptist Church about sixty years. Was married to N. T. Hopkins May 25, 1871. Unto this union were born eight children, four boys and four girls, two preceded her in death, one boy and one girl. She was good and kind to everyone that knew her. Everybody loved her. She leaves six children and about fifty grandchildren and about fifty great-grandchildren, one brother and two half-brothers, one sister about 90 years old, yet living. She came to Brother Jay Hopkins on Saturday evening" about 2 p. m. and on Sunday about 11 a. m. she became sick and lived ten days. When she came into Brother Jay's home that Saturday evening she went and hung her old black bonnet up on the same nail she always had hung it on and it is hanging there yet. Poor old mother did not leave any riches for her children but she left her good pious, humble life for them to look back to in years to come. All her children but one are today members of the Old Regular Baptist Church. I have often heard her husband, Rev. N. T. Hopkins, remark about his good wife that the Lord had given him for his helpmate, when he would leave home and be gone for weeks at a time to preach the Gospel that this good wife would take the children and go to the corn field and hoe corn and when he came home he would always find that good little wife ready to welcome him home. Uncle Tom said she would work by his side in .the com field and never complain. She was not like most of the women of today, while their husband is away preaching they are waiting to see him bring back the money, but when poor Uncle Tom went away to preach she knew he would come home with no money, but she had the cause at heart it seemed as much as he did. It would be wonderful if all the brethren that are preaching today could have a wife like this. She always was interested to hear him preach. He always did say the Lord gave her to him for wife and that he never would be married to another woman so she never married any more after he died. I do believe there never was a more modest wife on earth. She gave her life to help her husband preach the gospel, and to her children. Uncle Tom was elected to the Congress of the U. S. A. and she stayed at home and worked hard until he came home. When he came home he found her at home as true as ever. She did not go with him and have a big time like many others. When Uncle Tom came back home he brought her a silk dress. She said "I will keep it and be buried in it," so she put it up, looked on to the time for to wear it, so the time did come that it was put on her on that cold and snowy 16th day of February. So dear children I know you do miss your mother, she was so good to you. We all miss her, so often we could see her come to the church house and fill her seat. The old home-made chair that was placed in the stand for her to sit in is now vacant. I remember after she was taken away that it was offered to me to sit in but I could not sit where dear old aunt had sat so often. Dear children go on in that good old way that your father and mother laid for you. All the children are now members of the Old Regular Baptist Church but one girl. May the Lord speed the time that Sarah will come home and live in the old church that all the family is in. This obituary is now getting lengthy so I must close by saying some sweet day I feel like we will see father and mother again in glory.
Written by, F. A. Hopkins

May, F. J. -It is with great sadness that I try to write an obituary of my dear father, to-wit, F. J. May. But it being the request of my dear lonely mother, I will make the attempt. Father was married to Mary Jane Conn October 9, 1885, and to them were born ten children, six boys and four girls. One girl died in infancy, leaving nine children to morn his loss. Father was born December 25, 1862 and died May 25, 1937, being seventy-four years and five months old. Father joined the Old Regular Baptist Church of Island Creek in 1923 and from that time until his death he lived a most devoted Christian life. He .was gentle, kind and lovely to all. His doors were always open to his friends. When he knew that any of his children, Brothers, friends or neighbors were in distress he was always ready to lend a helping hand. He was loved by all who knew him. Three of his children have professed a hope in Christ and are ready to meet dear father, but the other six are still going on without a hope in Christ. I do pray that they will some day find Jesus in pardon and remission of their sins and meet dear father in heaven for we know that he is now resting around the great white throne of God, enjoying the pleasures which he talked so much about. I have heard him mention this scripture so many times: "Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard, neither has entered into the heart of man the good things that God has laid up for him." I know he is now seeing and enjoying them. He was always giving his . children and grand-children good advice by words and actions. He said that all he hated to die for was leaving us here in this wicked world. He said there was nothing in his way. Father has been gone for three months and it seems like years to us, especially dear mother. She finds no rest only when she is sitting by his grave. She has hardly missed a day going and seeing his grave. I know there is no rest for her until God calls her home where she will be with father forever and ever. Father's funeral will be preached the first Saturday and Sunday in June, 1938. The Brethren to preach are as follows: Brothers Hays Maynard, John Hamilton, Bill Hall and others. The old home seems broken up, no pleasures for us. Never no more, when we return sad and lonely, no father to greet us at the door. Written by his broken-hearted son, Harvey May

Newsome, Ida-It is with sad feeling that I try to write a short sketch of the life of a dear sister, to-wit, Ida Newsome. She was born in 1884, deceased January, 1937. She was 47 year old, was married to Emery Newsome. Unto this union were born six children, two preceded her in death, four left to mourn her loss, a husband, and two brothers. Sister Ida was loved by all who knew her. She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church the second Saturday in July, 1925. She lived a faithful member until death. She was the daughter of Ham and Mary Jane Reynolds. We believe sister Ida's soul is at rest. She is just out of a world of sin and strife. She now is enjoying a heavenly life and joins to pray and shout and sing and make heaven's arches ring. I'll say to her four children and husband, if you ever want to see sister Ida again you have to quit your ways of doing and be born again. Would not that be joyful to meet her again and shake hands with your mother again. It always gave her joy to kiss her darling boy. She sure did love her children and husband. Oh, dear sister, how we miss you in this world of sin and pain, but to save us all these heartaches, we would not wish you back again. Children, we can serve the Lord and go at his command and meet her in heaven when she can't ever come back to us. I have hopes of meeting her where we won't ever have to separate any more. Written by her broken-hearted brother, Mr. & Mrs. Dock Reynolds

Osborn, Will-It is with sad feeling of love and a broken heart, that I now try to make this feeble attempt to write a short sketch of my beloved Uncle, to-wit, Will Osborn. He was born 1885, and deceased this life on May 5, 1933. Age 79 years and some few months. He was the son of George and Clarinda Osborn and was married to Bitha Ann Sword, the daughter of William and Crissy Sword, and to this union were born fifteen children, four died in infancy. He left one sister and one brother, Ebb Osborn and Mary Jane Vanover, to mourn the loss of him. Uncle Will joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Pikeville, Ky., and was a faithful member until death. We miss him in our home church and in our home, but we feel that our loss is his great gain. His seat is now vacant in the Old Church, which he always enjoyed and filled his seat every time he reasonably could. But we feel and believe that he has now filled a seat in paradise with God to rest from all of his hard labor. Written by his niece, Okla Atkins, 17 years old

Prater, Margaret-Was born September 16, 1869, died March 14, 1937. She was 68 years old. She was the daughter of Riley and Lou Bradley and was married to Wilson Prater about the year of 1898 and unto this union were born four children, one boy and three girls. Her only son and her husband preceded her in death which leaves her three girls to mourn the loss of dear mother, Ella, Ocie, and Sina. She has seventeen grandchildren living and two dead. She leaves several sisters and brothers and a host of friends to mourn her loss. Grandmother joined the Old Regular Baptist Church several years ago. She lived a faithful Christian life until death. She was sick four years, helpless as a little child. She bore her sickness with patience. She stayed with two of her girls, Ella and Sina. She was treated just as good as we all could treat her. Before she took sick we could always see her getting ready on Saturday and Sunday to go to church. Oh, how she loved her children and grandchildren. How we miss her in our homes. She was always ready to help her friends and neighbors when in need. She was loved by all who knew her. She talked about Willie, her boy, so much before she died and said she could see him. One day one of her sisters in the church asked her if she wanted her to comb her hair. She said, "No, the Lord will comb my hair for I have been a faithful hand." One day before she died she said to one of her girls, "Ocie, when the Lord calls you, you better come." One of her son-in-laws asked her how she felt. She said, "All right. I am ready to go." We will say she is not dead but just sleeping, awaiting the morning of the resurrection of the dead. We hope to meet our dear grandmother in yonder world where we will part no more.
Written by her two broken-hearted granddaughters, Flossie Mae Tussey and Clara Adkins of Risner, Ky.

Pratt,  Dollie G. -was born April 5th, 1887, was the daughter of the late Samuel Stephens and Sally Stephens. On February 5th, 1905 was married to E. S. Pratt. To this union were born ten boys and six girls, one boy and two girls preceded her in death while thirteen are still living to mourn her loss. On Easter Sunday, April 13th, 1936, the death angel came into my home and took her soul away and left my home so lonesome and sad for "me and the children to mourn her loss. Oh, what a lonesome home without mother here. The night before she went away she took me by the hand as I was standing by her bedside. She pulled me down to her breast and kissed me and looked at me as if to say, "I hate to leave you here in this world where I know you will be neglected and need my care." She told the neighbors all that she hated to die, for she was leaving her children. She told them that there was nothing in her way, said that her way was clear. She told me two days before she died that she had in times passed, wondered if she was as she had professed to be or not, but now I want to tell you that today I feel more assured about that than I ever did before. She said a while ago when I was asleep I was with a host of the old saints. They were all happy. I saw some that I knew. I saw Sister Ellen Crisp and Sister Hays there. They were shouting too. A beautiful. and happy place it was there. To her children, if you want to see mother again, live a clean and honest life before men as well as before God. Close in with the offered mercies of God before it is too late. I am only waiting for my time to come. I believe I will see her again. I can't be satisfied in this world any more. Dollie G. Pratt was baptized into the Regular Baptist Church April 4th, Saturday, in 1932 by Brother A. L. Allen and lived faithful until death. Written by a grieved companion, Elbert S. Pratt

Ratliff, Sarah-was born February 4, 1905 and died September 8, 1937, making her stay on earth 32 years, 7 months and 4 days. She was married to T. Ratliff March 17, 1926. To this union were born seven children, 3 boys and four girls, of which one little boy has preceded her to his eternal home. She was converted to the Old Regular Baptist faith on August 19, 1934 and was baptized by Brother Sherman Crum and Brother Ellis Cot-. ton, and she lived a Christian-life, and I want to say to her husband and six little children, don't weep for Sarah, just remember the good advice she gave you all and meet her where you will not have to part any more. Written by her broken-hearted father.

Ray, Sister Nancy-It is with a sad and unworthy feeling that I try to write a short sketch of a dear sister in the Lord, to-wit, Nancy Ray. She was the daughter of Eli and Susie Ray. Was born Nov. 12, 1880, died Feb. 14, 1937, age 56 years, 3 months and 2 days. Sister joined the Island Creek Church of Old Regular Baptists the third Saturday in July, 1929, and was baptized by Elder J. W. Hamilton and lived a devoted Christian life until death. She was the mother of five children, and one preceded her in death when in infancy. She leaves four children, four brothers and one sister to mourn her loss. But I feel that your loss is her eternal gain in heaven for I believe according to the life she lived when she left this world her soul went to the altar of God to rest until the morning of the resurrection when Christ shall call the sleeping dead from the grave. Then she will go to heaven, a complete soul and body. She was loved by all who knew her. and when any of her brothers, sisters or friends needed help she was always ready to go to their relief. Now I will say to her children that she always loved you and gave you good advice and if you want to meet her in heaven you must repent of your sins and be born again. Some day I'll meet dear mother beyond the starry plain, where she will not be afflicted, no, she will be well again. Written by A. J. Hamilton

Sanders, Andy-It is with a sad and aching heart that I will try to write an obituary of a loving father to his children and a good husband. He was born May 1, 1867, departed this life February 7, 1937, making his stay on earth 69 years, 9 months and six days. He was married to Eva Ratliff April 27, 1893, and to this union were born three children, two boys and one girl. He has one girl not of this union. They are all living to-wit: J. Erwin Sanders, and C. V. Sanders, both of Pikeville, Amba Vanhoose, of Kewanee and Elsie Jones of Ford's Branch. He joined the Pine Grove Church the second Saturday in November, 1916, was baptized by Brother George Powell. He lived a true member until death. He loved the church and loved to see his brothers and sisters come to his home. He loved to see his children come home and all sit down around the table and eat together. Children, I believe father is feasting around the Lord's table. I want you all to prepare to meet him where sickness nor death won't separate us anymore. One of the girls has professed a hope in Christ. He said before he died, "I see so many little children and good people, and I see Jesus." How sad it is to give up our loved ones, but I feel that God in his Wisdom and Divine Power knows best. So brothers and sisters, all who read this, pray for me and all the family. His funeral will be preached the fourth Saturday and Sunday in next July at the Soward's Cemetery near the Shelby Bridge. Preachers called are Brother F. A. Hopkins, Brother Hays Maynard, Brother Dee Ratliff and others. We want everybody, one and all, to come and sing and pray and mourn with us. Written by his heart-broken wife, Eva Sanders
Dear husband, you have traveled the highway,
You stooped and lifted the load,
You reached a friendly hand
To guide one on the road.
You found many rocks before you
But followed the light ahead.
Over deep and troubled waters
You often cast your bread.
You climbed mountains, made detours,
But never a stop.
You lifted many a burden
And carried it over the top.
You gained much in giving
You will reap the harvest's grain.
You will find your deeds recorded,
You did not labor in vain.
Eva Sanders and Family

Slone, Andy-It becomes my sad duty to try to write a sketch of the life and death of Brother Andy Slone. The last time I saw the dear Brother whilst he was living, I went to him at Sister Nancy Jane Huff's. He took me by the hand, with tears flowing from his eyes and said, "Brother, ' I have been wanting to see you for a long time. I can't stay in this world much longer. After I am gone I want you to write an obituary of my life and death." I believe you are a man that would not write or speak anything unless you thought it to be the truth, and I don't want anything said about me but the truth." He said he had had a hope in Christ for about forty-six years; that sometimes it got awfully weak and dim, but had never gone clear out. He also said that he believed that his suffering would all be over when he left this world. Brother Andy was born September 9, 1857; deceased October 12, 1936. He was married to Nellie Johnson, a daughter of old Brother Peyton Johnson, and unto them were born ten children — three boys and seven girls. Brother Andy was survived by one boy and three girls. Aunt Nellie was born August 22, 1858; deceased August 28, 1914. Even though she was never baptized in the liquid water, nor had her name enrolled in the visible church book, I feel like calling her Sister Nellie because of the acquaintance I had with her since I could first remember. I visited her in her last sickness and was present when she died. I believe that her name was written in the Lamb's Book of Life, and if our name is written there it will never be erased. Now to get back to Brother Andy: Brother Andy lived and died a poor man so far as worldly goods are concerned. He always seemed to be satisfied if he had food and raiment. Everyone spoke well of him. Brother Andy said that he thought that all the children of God had some duty to perform, and that if he had any calling it was deserving of spirits. Brother Andy was one in the arm that organized the Mt. Olive Church in 1890. He served as clerk of this church for a long time and continued in its membership from 1890 until his death. Brother Andy died on Jack's Creek in Floyd County, at his. daughter, Florence's, home. On Sunday, October 11th, the day before he passed away, he called to Brother Buddy Johnson and asked him to make his casket and let him see it. Brother Johnson asked him if he wanted him to start work right then and he said, "No, wait and start early in the morning. When I see my casket I don't want to live twenty minutes." Brother Buddy made the casket the next day and took it to him. The old brother put his weak and feeble hand down into it and felt of the lining and padding, and said, ' "That is good enough for me." In twenty minutes or less time he had passed away into the cold arms of death. But, by the life he lived and the fruit he bore, we feel that his soul is now under the altar of God, awaiting the Resurrection Day to re-unite with that body of his, when Jesus comes and resurrects it and fashions it like his own glorious body — then both soul and body will be with God forever. I remember seeing Brother Andy, so many times, sitting, as I believe, under the sound of the true doctrine of Christ, with tears flowing down his cheeks and a sweet smile on his face. And, children, if you ever see father again I believe he will be wearing a sweet smile but the tears will all be wiped away. Space would not permit me to say all the good things that I would like to say about Brother Andy, but children, if you want to see father in the Glory World just remember his counsel, try to follow the foot steps of father, do what I feel sure that father has told you to -do, and I believe you will find father and mother in the Glory World. May God help us all to draw closer to him every moment until we can see him as he is. Morrell Slone , Pippa Passes, Ky.

Slone, John H.-It is with a sad feeling that I try to write a short sketch of a dear brother in the flesh, to-wit, John H. Slone. He was born February 25th, 1900 and departed this life August 29th, 1937, age 37 years, 5 months and 4 days old. He was the son of Andy Slone and Nancy Slone. He was married to Virgie Sparkman September 30th, 1919. To this union were born eight children, seven girls and one son. One little girl preceded him in death, in infantile stage, which is resting under the paradise of God, awaiting his coming, and I believe he is with his little baby, and enjoying that glory world. He left a mother companion and seven children three brothers, four sisters and a host of friends to mourn his loss. He joined the Mt. Olive Church of the Old Regular Baptist June, 1934, and lived a faithful member until death. He was afflicted with a cancer and was bedfast most of the time for about six years and he bore his sickness with patience. He told me the weaker he got in strength the stronger he got in the faith, and before he died he said that he wanted to die, then he said he heard music and it was in the sky, so I think that our loss is his eternal gain.
Written by his brother, Isom Slone, Jr.

Wireman, Nevada-It is with a sad feeling that I try to write a short sketch of the life of a dear sister, to-wit, Nevada Wireman. She was the daughter of Elder Pierce and Florence Cook, and was born January 1, 1893 and deceased this life September 23, 1937, being 44 years, 8 months and23 days old She was married to Lonzo Wireman in the spring of 1909. She leaves her husband and mother, five sisters and two brothers to mourn her loss, but I believe our loss is her eternal gain. She professed a hope in Christ and joined the Providence Church of Old Regular Baptist, the church of the true and the living God, and was baptized into the fellowship of the Old Church in November, 1912, by old Brother Scott Burks, and lived a true and Christian life until her death. She took sick with that dreadful disease called cancer, and was down sick before she died ten months and twenty-seven days. She suffered untold pains and miseries before she passed away. She seemed to bear her sickness with patience. She called on the Lord all the time and the last few days that she was with us she would beg the blessed Lord to take her. She said the morning before she died that evening that the Lord was taking her. I will say to her sisters that have professed a hope in Christ, to press on, just a few more rains and snows until you will have to meet the summons of death and then you can meet sister again, and I will say to her husband who was so kind and faithful to wait on 3ister while she was sick, and to sister Evaline and brother Albert and myself, that if we ever see sister Nevada again it is time we are seeking the Lord in a free pardon and remission of our sins before it is too late, for in the morning of the glorious resurrection I believe sister will be given a glorious body like unto Christ's body, and will not be afflicted with cancer then. I hear the scripture saying, I will ransom them from the power of the grave, I will redeem them from death; O death, I will be thy plague; O grave, I will be thy destruction. Her favorite song was "Afflictions, though they seem severe in mercy oft are sent. So farewell." Written by her brother, Hillard A. Hall