THE NEW SALEM ASSOCIATION
of Old Regular Baptist of Jesus Christ
Held with
Little Rose Church, McDowell, Kentucky
September 26, 27, 28 1941

    OBITUARIES

Submitted by J B Francis 

Allen, Cora Stumbo -of Printer, Ky., was the daughter of the late Bruce Stumbo and Louisa Salisbury Stumbo. She was born March 11, 1881 and on November 21, 1902 she was united in marriage to Marion T. Allen. To this union two children were born, one of whom is still living, Virgil S. Allen. Cora was liked by all who knew her and she was kind to every one. She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church the first Sunday in August, 1939 and was baptized by the Rev. M. C. Wright and Earl Howard. Her failing health for many years made life very unpleasant. She had sugar diabetes and on May 13, 1939 an amputation of one foot was necessary and on October 19, 1940 she passed away and was placed in the family cemetery where her father and mother now rest together with her brother, Dr. Ed Stumbo who preceded her in death several years ago. This leaves her husband and one son, Virgil, and Dr. W. L. Stumbo to mourn her lasso, how I miss her. She told me a few days before her death that she was prepared to meet her God in heaven. She told me she did not dread it that all her worries were leaving her family behind. We lived together nearly 38 years and never disagreed in our lives but worked hard all our days. When she was baptized she had her membership placed in the Wilson Creek Church but she never got to attend. She planned to go to the Association last year but was not able to make the trip. So God bless her. How I miss her and how sad I am all alone. Written by her husband, Marion Taylor Allen

Allen, Melvin -was born September 21, 1882 and was married to Lula Gayheart April 26, 1907. To this union were born eleven children, six girls and five boys, all living except one, Edward Louis, who died Aug. 28, 1931, at the age of 3.Father joined the Regular Baptist Church at Bethel fifteen years ago, was elected clerk and served his church and lived a devoted Christian life until the date of his death. He never let his business affairs interfere with his church work. Although we miss him more than words can express, we try to rejoice in the fact that God gave us such a loving father and permitted him to stay with us until he was 58 years old. His death came suddenly on October 16, 1940. We shall always remember his love and Christian advice. Many times we children have sat and listened to him read the precious words of Jesus and sing beautiful hymns. We pray that God will pour out his many blessings on our lonesome mother and help us to live such a life that we may meet our dear father again. Written by a daughter.

Bailey, Rosie-1 will try to write a short sketch of the life of my dear mother, Rosie Bailey. She was the daughter of Bob Vanderpool. She was married to Dillard Bailey about 45 years ago and they lived together happily until her death on July 24, 1940, at the age of about 64 years. Unto this union were born twelve children, six boys and six girls. Three of them preceded her in death while the others are left to mourn the loss of a dear mother. Mother was sick for a few months. She had an enlarged heart and had a great punishment here on earth but now she is at rest. She told her children she didn't dread anything but the punishment here on earth. She said she wanted her children to meet here where there would be no parting. Mother joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about 27 years ago and lived a faithful member until death. Just a few nights before mother died she called all her children together and began to sing a sweet song, "I Am Going to Heaven Some Day." She sang about two or three verses of it but she didn't have breath to sing any more. So children, I feel that our loss is her eternal gain and if we have faith in God we will see mother again.
Written by her daughter, Easter Jones

Caudill, Mary - was born March 3, 1866 and died April 7, 1941 at the age of 75 years, 1 month and 4 days. She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church and lived a faithful member until death. She always filled her seat when she could. She took sick at the old Home farm and was taken to the Stumbo hospital. She died at Bro. G. H. Caudill's place. She seemed to be praying all the time when she was at herself. Our kind old mother would say, "Lord, mercy, Lord," nearly all the time. She said she didn't see anything in her way. She said she had prayed enough that it didn't look like the Lord would let her suffer that way. Before she died she called for all her children. She took dad by the hand and said his hand always felt good to her. She said to me just before she died, "Floyd, what must I do?" I said, "Mama, put your trust in God. We have done all that we can do for you." Just a few minutes before she died I asked her if she wanted a drink of water. She said no. She turned over on her side and seemed to pass away easy. I was sitting by her side when she died. She had five children precede her in death, leaving seven children and a dear husband to mourn her loss. Dear children, if you ever see mother again you have to get ready in this life to meet the Lord in peace. She was a member of the Old Regular Baptist Church. Her name went on record June 12, 1938. She was a kind old mother. Written by her two sons, Bro. Floyd Caudill and Bro. G. H. Caudill

Coleman, Louisa J.-Leaves have their time to fall and flowers to wither away, but death may come even on a cold wintry day. On November 21, 1940 the earthly pilgrimage of our beloved sister, Louisa J. Coleman, came to a close. She was born on February 27, 1876 and was married to John Belcher in the year of 1900. To this union were born six children, three girls, Maude Graham of Mossy Rock, Pearl Lutch and Melissa Belcher of Olympia; three boys, Bennie and Ernest Belcher of Mossy Rock, and Harry Belcher of Ajlune. Mr. Belcher passed on several years ago and about 1932 Sister Louisa was married to Bro. J. W. Coleman. Those left to mourn her loss are her husband, J. W. Coleman, the six children and a number of step children, three sisters and one brother. Sister Louisa joined the Baptist Church several years ago and lived a good and faithful member until her death. Her motto was the Golden Rule. She was an unusual character. She was truthful, honest, straightforward, sincere and frank in all her dealings. Her word was never questioned and I feel that I can truthfully say that her life was without stain or blemish as I have personally known her for around 40 years, and if deeds well done were roses her children could decorate a trail all along the pathway of her spotless life. We listen to the sound of music and of birds and of bees but there is nothing that sounds sweeter than the name of mother; nor is there anything to compare with a mother's love. It knows no bounds or limitations. It reaches all the way from earth to heaven. I know it is customary to write obituaries of our beloved dead but I feel that Sister Louisa has written . her own obituary in the golden book of deeds. She made the teachings of her Divine Master the lamp light to guide her way and followed so closely the pattern of the Prince of Peace that when she came to die she could look heavenward and see the beautiful scenery beyond the golden gates and could feel in departing that she could begin to enjoy the company of departed loved ones in that land where friends never part and loved ones never die. Oh, what a loving wife and mother Sister Louisa was. We miss her in the home, we miss her in the church. Her seat is vacant but I feel that our loss is her eternal gain. Her funeral was preached at Ajlune by Bro. Oliver Workman, Jr., and E. L. Whisler. Sleep on, Sister, the golden cord is broken, a gentle voice said come and in a sweet word unspoken, sister entered home.
Written by a Sister in Christ, Evelyn Stimson

Cooley, Rosezetta-It is with a sad feeling and a broken heart that I try to write a short sketch of the life of a dear daughter and sister in the Old Baptist Church, to-wit: Rosezetta Cooley. She was born November 3, 1898 and departed this life July 18, 1940. She was the daughter of J. M. Osborne and Mary Osborne and was married to Oak Cooley April 22, 1915. Unto this union were born twelve children. One preceded her in death while small. She left a dear husband and eleven children, seven grandchildren, nine brothers and sisters and a host of friends to mourn her loss. She joined the Regular Baptist Church the fourth Sunday in May, 1930 and lived a good Christian until death. She said, "Oh, how I hate to leave my children down here but God is able to take care of them like he did me if they will only believe in Him." Her fellowship was at Bethel. She wanted to go over to Ironton, Ohio, to see if they could do anything for her there. I told her I thought she was too weak to make the trip. She said, "Mama, if I die on the way I have my ticket. My fare is paid and it will just be a happy trip for me." So we went. The nurse talked to her and asked her what denomination she belonged to. She said, "I don't belong to denominations. I belong to the church, the Regular Baptist Church, the old feet washing kind. It's the only church there is." She said, "Mama, when God saved my soul He sighted me to this old church and I am not ashamed of her or uneasy about her for when Christ comes for her she will ride a sea of fire and land on Zion's hill." She slapped her hands and gave God the glory in that hospital. She was loved by all who knew her. Some day I will meet her in that city where we will not need the light of the sun for God will be the light of it. So husband and children, don't weep for her. Just prepare to meet her in that city where there is no night. Where death can't come to her any more. Children, there won't be any cancer in her body there. Written by her mother, Mary Osborne

Frasure, Flora-By the request of her husband and sisters I will try to write a short obituary of Sister Flora Frasure. She was the daughter of Bird and India Tackett and was born in December, 1913 and departed this life December 11, 1940. She was married to Evan Frasure on July 25, 1929 and unto this union were born three children. One preceded her in death while in infancy, leaving two boys to mourn the loss of a dear mother. What is home without a mother. Sister Flora could tell you for she was left without a mother when only six years old. Sister Flora joined the Regular Baptist Church and was baptized November 5, 1939. She took her fellowship with the Little Dove Church and was a faithful member until death. Most of her talks with us were about Jesus and her home up yonder. Here is a copy of some of her writing which was found after her death: "God bless our home. We can't miss our children until they are gone. God, we trust we will meet them in heaven. How happy it will be for God's children there. When we can see the death angels coming after us we trust we can be happy; we can dwell together for oh, how we love our children, but Jesus loves them more." We thank our Saviour for giving us understanding to praise with .all our hearts and Jesus to guide us and lead us right. Could I speak with the tongue of an angel and write with the spirit of our Lord, then I could tell how much I have lost by not living up to God's word all the time. I think how happy I could be when God and the angels are coming after me." Copied from her handwriting by a brother in hope of eternal life, Troy L. Branham

Hall, Norma-It is with a sad feeling I write a short obituary of my loving- mother. She was born November 25, 1876 and died December 25, 1940 at the age of 64 years and 30 days. She was married to S. R. Hall and to this union were born eight children, five girls and three boys. Three of the girls preceded her in death, leaving the other five children to mourn her loss. She professed a hope in Christ and joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Hall, Ky. and was baptized in the waters of Beaver Creek. She said on her deathbed that she had lived a good Christian life for about thirty-five years. She often told me her suffering would soon be over. She was only ill a few days before death. She was looking toward heaven where she longed to be, where God shall wipe away all tears from our eyes. Lulu Little

Hamilton, Dollie-I will try in my weakness and unworthy feeling to write a sketch of the life of Dollie Hamilton. She was the daughter of James Pope and Sally Ann Pope and was born March 19, 1896, departing this life July 29, 1941. Sister Dollie was united in marriage to Sie Hamilton in Marsh, 1910, and unto this union were born fourteen children, two of whom died in infancy, leaving twelve children, seven boys and five girls, one brother, and one sister and a host of friends to mourn her loss. The children's names are as follows: Denis, Mary Ellen, Millie, Thomas, Dewran, Diey, Martha, Minis, J. Lee, Jake, Anna, and Denzille. Sister Dollie took sick on Sunday, July 27. Her husband took her to the Beaver Valley Hospital the same day for treatment. On Tuesday, July 29, the great God of heaven called Sister Dollie away. She had just got back to the hospital a little while before his good companion bid him goodbye. Oh, what a sad message the children received telling them their mother was dead. Five of her children were in the state of Maryland, Mary Ellen, Denis, Dewran, Dicy and Martha, when the sad telegram came telling them their mother had gone to glory. Sister Dollie joined the Samaria Church of Regular Baptists the second Sunday in August, 1937 and was baptized by the hands of Elder John B. Hamilton. Sister Dollie lived a good Christian life. There is a seat vacant in the church and a loving mother has gone from her husband and children. I want to say to Sie, her husband, the precious jewel is gone from you but by the grace of God you can see that good wife again with a spiritual eye and a spiritual body. I believe Sister Dollie's soul is happy under the alter of God, awaiting the great Resurrection when she will come forth to sing His praises forever more. I want to say to all the children that your mother worked hard to help her husband support you all. Mother wanted you all to make respectable men and women. Now children, don't forget that good humble mother's advice. I knew this woman from her childhood days. She always was a good girl, so take heed how you build your life. The Bible tells you all the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom and to depart from evil is understanding. So children, be good to one another and good to your father, as your best friend is not here with you now to meet you at the door and say "God bless you, my boy," when you come home. Your life is an open book to the world; the Lord hears all we say and sees all we do. May the great God of the Universe bless Sie and his children in their lonesome days. Written by Elder John B. Hamilton
Sister Dollie's funeral will be preached the fourth Saturday and Sunday in June, 1942, by Elders J. W. Hamilton, J. M'. Hall, E. V. Hamilton, John B. Hamilton, and others.

Hamilton, Jesse-I will try to write a short sketch of the life of my Brother in the Lord, Jesse Hamilton. He was the son of Sol Hamilton and Rena Hamilton, and was born November 28, 1882, and departed this life August 29, 1941. He was married to Cordelia Hamilton in the year of 1901 and unto this union were born twelve children, nine died in infancy, and one girl was burned and died, leaving two boys, Evan Hamilton and Squire Hamilton, and three brothers, J. B., E. V. and Stephen, and a host of friends to mourn his loss. Bro. Jesse joined the Samaria Church of Regular Baptists in the year of 1917 and was baptized by the hands of Elder J. W. Hamilton. He lived a good Christian life and would rejoice to hear the gospel preached. Bro. Jesse believed in salvation by grace through faith. I have heard Bro. Jesse tell his experience many a time. How he suffered for the wrong he did at the visitation of Cod's spirit. He was the one bowed in humble submission and departed from evil. I am not worrying over Bro. Jesse's eternal destiny as I feel he joined in a company of angels waiting for the great Resurrection of the dead when he will come forth from the grave with a spiritual body to sing praises of the Lord forever. Bro. Jesse was afflicted with rheumatism for about thirty years and walked on crutches. I never knew him to miss his sacrament meeting after he joined the church. He always begged for peace in the church. To his two boys who remain, I know it was lonesome when you returned home the evening daddy was buried. Now boys, you have done all you can for Bro. Jesse. Let me beg you to be better boys and try to meet dad over in the glory world where you won't see dad going on crutches but will be leaping and shouting praises to God. There he won't need the light of the sun for Jesus will be the light of that city. Boys, be good to your mother so you can say with a clear conscience, I treated mother right. Bro. Jesse saw a hard time here in this life. After this life those who received Jesus Christ the hope of glory formed in the soul will reap the sweet joy of eternal life. I must close. May God bless Bro. Jesse's two boys and grandchildren.
Written by his fleshly brother, Elder John B. Hamilton

Harris, Laney-It is by request of a bereaved daughter that I try in my weakness to write a short sketch of the life of my dear aunt, Laney Harris. She was born in the year 1870 and died in October, 1937, being 67 years old. She was the daughter of A. J. and Rebecca Johnson and was married at an early age to Dock Mullins. To this union were born seven children, three preceding her in death, leaving four to mourn the loss of a dear mother. She was left a widow by the death of her husband and was later married to John Harris. To this union was born one daughter, who was left to mourn the loss of her mother. She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in the year 1914 and lived a faithful member until death. Now children, I know that it was a sad hour when you had to give up mother. I feel that you did all you could to keep her with you, but God loved her far more than we did and took her away, I believe, to a better land. Now children, I can't tell you that I know that Aunt Laney went to heaven, but I sure believe that when she was called away from us that she went to rest and that she is now under the altar of God awaiting the redemption of body. And in the morning of the Resurrection day I hope to meet her around the throne of God where we can sing the song of the redeemed of the Lord. And now, children, if you want to meet mother again, when you feel the wooing of that sweet spirit, please open the door of your heart and bid Him come in. Except you have the spirit of Christ you are none of His. So when He knocks at your heart it is up to you to open the door and bid Him enter. Blessed are they that die in the Lord. Yea, saith the Spirit, they shall rest from their labors, and their works do follow them. No doubt is in my mind that you remember mother's sweet advice. While she is resting from her labors, to meet her again you must be born again, not of a corruptible seed but of an incorruptible seed, by the word of God which liveth and abideth forever. Written by a nephew and brother in hope of eternal life, W. B. Mullins

Hughes, T. T.-It is with a sad heart that I try to write an obituary of my dear father, T. T. Hughes. He was born Jan. 6, 1877 and died June 17, 1941, leaving his wife and twelve children besides forty-five grandchildren and a host of friends to mourn his loss. Father had been a member of the Regular Baptist Church for thirty years lived a Christian life until his death. Father had three strokes of paralysis, living only two days after the last one. The last words he spoke were to me as I stood by his bed rubbing his arm. He said, "You can't help me. I will be all right." I have no doubt but what father has gone to rest where there will be no more pain nor death. Dear children, father can't come back to us, but we can go to him. If we ever see father again we must put our trust in Jesus. His funeral will be preached the first Saturday in September, 1942 at Brush Creek, near his home. He belonged to the Spurlock Church at time of death. Written by his daughter, Mimie Hughes

Johnson, William-By the request of a bereaved son, Willard Johnson, I will try in my awkward way to write a short sketch of the life of his father, William (Bill) Johnson. He was born May 11, 1845 and departed this life August 20, 1941 at the age of 96 years, 3 months and 9 days. He was the son of Elisha Johnson and was married to Martha Caudill, the daughter of Jesse and Nella Caudill April 26, 1866. To this union were born 14 children nine boys and five girls. Four boys and one girl are still living to mourn the loss of a dear father. He professed a hope in Christ about 49 years ago and joined the Old Regular Baptist Church of Jesus Christ and lived a faithful member until death. He was faithful to attend meetings and filled his seat as long as he was able to go. I will say to his children, those who have not made peace with God, according to the life your dear "father lived and what he told Willard before he left this world, that if you ever want to see your father again you must be born again. So dear children and relatives, I hope you will set your minds on heaven and heavenly things and repent of your sins and meet Bro. Bill in heaven for we believe he is happy. He told Willard he loved him but he had to leave him. He said, "I know you will be lonesome but I have seen the glory world and I hope I can go on soon for all doubts and fears are gone." Bro. Bill claimed a hope right up to the point of death and I believe in the last few moments of his life he was permitted to see heaven. I was acquainted with uncle Bill and can say he was a man who put his whole heart and soul and mind in the worship of God. He called for the brethren to come and hold meetings for him up to his death. The last four or five years when I would go to church as soon as I would go in he would say, "Now Bro. Will, get around and start singing." Now a few words for Bro. Scott Burke. I have lived by Bro. Bill 41 years and knew him as a Brother in the church for 45 years. He was always quiet and faithful to fill his seat in the church. I have been faithful to visit Bro. Bill in all his sickness for 41 years and I believe our loss is his eternal gain. I must close so I will say to all, repent of your sins and be born again and meet all the loved ones who have died in full triumph of the living faith. Bro. Bill's funeral will be preached May 10 and 11, 1942. Preachers selected are Scott Burke, John Fouts, E. V. Hopkins, Jesse Hampton, Johnnie Bates, Willie Bates, Tom Slone, and all others invited and welcome to come. Written by, Willie Mullens

Kidd, Hulda-In my weak and feeble manner I will try to write a short sketch of the life of one who was near and dear to me, to-wit: Hulda Kidd. She was the daughter of Keen and Pollyanna Mulky. She was born December 2, 1902 and died December 9, 1940 at the age of 38 years and 7 days. Hulda was married to Green Kidd on April 17, 1917 and unto this union were born thirteen children. Two little sons, Shirley and John, preceded her in death. Seven boys and four girls are left to mourn the loss of a dear mother, who was so good and kind to them. It almost broke our hearts to give her up but God loved her better than we did. Hulda joined the Regular Baptist Church the first Saturday in July, 1935 and was baptized by Elder G. F. Conn. She said the Lord for Christ's sake had pardoned her sins. She said she was willing to live for Jesus. She said she was tired of the World and wanted to make the church her home. We all were glad and rejoiced to hear her experience. She praised God and took the sacrament with us on Sunday. Shortly after her health became bad and she was not permitted to fill her seat in church. Many times she would say, "I want to go but I am not able. I can't go." She was confined to her bed about five months before she died. We did all we could do for her. Different doctors were called but they did not do her any good. At last we. took her to the Beaver Valley Hospital where she stayed twelve days and seemed to get worse. The doctors told us she could not get well. She told her husband she wanted to die with her children. I left my home and stood by her and tried to answer every call she made. One day she told me she had to die. She said, "Mother, I have nothing to fear. I am ready to die and I want you to help Green take care of my children. Be as good to them as you always were to me. I do want you to raise my three little girls right. Teach them to live as I have lived before them." When we had done all we could do for her we had to stand back when it pleased the blessed Lord to send his death angel down and take her from us. I believe that he sent a convoy of angels to take her to the glory land. My sincere prayer to God is that when I am called to go that the same band of angels will come after me and my reward for my kindness to her will be a bright star in my crown. I want every one who knows the worth of prayer to pray for her children and her broken hearted husband that they may all meet her around the bright throne of God, so that when we see Jesus we will be happily reunited. In closing this I will ask you all that read it to pray for me that as I fail in strength I will grow in faith; that when my work here is ended I can meet Hulda with all the blood washed band, and be with her where troubles and afflictions and sorrow will be no more.

Kiser, Joe-I will try by request to write a short sketch of a good father, Joe Kiser. He was born June 29, 1874, the son of B. F. Kiser and Christine Kiser, and died May 11, 1941. He was united in marriage to Martha Hamilton in the year of 1894 and unto this union were born fourteen children, two died in infancy, leaving six boys and six girls and a good wife, besides fifty-seven grandchildren, and nine great grandchildren and a host of friends to mourn his loss. Father was loved by all who knew him. He joined the Old Regular Baptists thirty-three years ago and was baptized by Elder C. C. Mitchell. Father served as a deacon in the Old Samaria Church about thirty years. He said all he hated about dying was leaving his friends. Three of his children belong to the Old Regular Baptist Church. They are following a good father and mother's footsteps. I will say to the rest of the children, you must be born again and that not of a corruptible seed but of an incorruptible seed by word of God which liveth and abideth forever, and this must be done before you can see father again. He said before he died that he would not worry about Solomon and Taulbee, that they were all right. This gave father and mother great joy before father had to leave us. Father was taken to the Pikeville hospital. He told me he prayed to the Lord to show him where they could do him some good. He said the Lord showed him four years ago that he had to die. He said that he wanted three songs sang over him: "Salvation, Oh the Name I love Which Came By Christ, the Lord Above;" "Will the Circle Be Unbroken?" "In All my Lord's Appointed Ways My Journey I will Pursue." We miss father but we hope our loss is heaven's great gain. His funeral will be preached the second Saturday and Sunday in May, 1942 by Elders J. W. Hamilton, E. V. Hamilton, J. B. Hamilton, John A. Damron and others. Everybody invited.
Written by his son, Taulbee Kiser

Leedy, W. M.-It is with a sad and aching heart that I try to write an obituary of our beloved brother, W. M. Leedy. He was born December 8, 1860, being 80 years, 7 months and 26 days old when he died. He joined the Old Beaver Church of Old Regular Baptists in the year 1888 and moved his letter to the Island Creek Church afterwards and lived a devoted Christian life until death. He left to mourn his lost one loving companion, six children, five boys and one girl, twenty-seven grandchildren and eight great grandchildren, one brother and one sister and a host of Christian brothers and sisters and friends but we feel that our loss, is his eternal gain. He had four children that preceded him in death and I want to say to his relatives, if you want to see father again you must repent of your sins and be born again and you will meet him where there will be no more separation. He wanted his funeral to be preached while all of the children were together before he was put down under the sod, but children, he preached his own funeral. The arrangements for preaching are as follows: Bro. Mitchell Smith to open; Bro. Anthony Hamilton next and Elder J. W. Hamilton to conclude.
Written by, Mitchell Smith

Mitchell, John-I will try to write a short sketch of a dear brother-in the Lord, to-wit: John Mitchell. He was born in the state of Virginia. The date of his birth is not known but he was approximately eighty years old. He was married to Nancy Hall and to this union was born one son, Andrew Mitchell. Brother John's first wife died and he later married Mary Hall, a daughter of Uncle Harman Hall. To this union were born four children, two sons and two daughters. One daughter and his wife preceded him in death. He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about twenty years ago and lived a faithful member until death. He always wanted peace in the church. He filled his seat in the church house as long as he was able. Brother John was afflicted for several years before he died. Sometimes he would get so low that it seemed he could not live but as soon as he would get better you would see brother John going to church even though he could barely creep along with the aid of his cane. He looked like he would fall at any moment but I believe he went in faith, believing that the Lord would hold him up until he could go and be with his brothers and sisters in the church again and hear a message from the glory world. When he got so low he could not go to church he would call for the brothers and sisters of the church to come in and have meeting with him. When he would hear the spiritual songs he would shed tears of joy for it was food to his soul. When death struck him he knew he was dying and knew everything until almost the last breath went out of him. He would get so happy at times he could not hold his peace and would take spells of clapping his feeble little hands and praising the Lord and say "Bless the name of sweet Jesus." He said he wanted John Hamilton, E. V. Hamilton, John B. Hamilton, Bill Martin and Jerry Hall to preach his funeral. He said he liked to hear all of his good brothers but the ones he named knew the life he had lived. We miss brother John in the church and in our homes where he would come and sit and talk about the goodness of God and his kingdom, but I believe our loss is his eternal gain. I want to say to brother John's children, if you ever expect to meet that good old father of yours again you will have to fall out with sin and take up the cross and follow Jesus as your father did. There are many good things that could be said about this good old brother but time and space will not permit more. Written by a sister in hope of eternal life, Virgie Hamilton.

Moore, John-It is with a sad heart that I attempt to write an obituary of a dear husband in the Lord, to-wit: Bro. John Moore. He was born July 10, 1871 and departed this life March 16, 1941 at the age of 69 years, 8 months and 6 days. We were united in marriage in 1899 and unto this union were born eleven children, seven boys and four girls. One boy preceded him in death, leaving ten children and a dear companion to mourn his loss. He joined the Beaver Church of Old Regular Baptists July 16, 1938 and was baptized by Elders E. H. Howard and McKinley Moore, and he always remembered that sweet day when we were gathered around the water. Oh, how happy and good he did feel. Brother John lived a faithful member of this old church which he loved. He filled his seat until he was taken sick and was loved by all his good brothers and sisters. He was sick for a good while, but was very patient about it. At last he saw he couldn't get well and he sent for the brethren to come and they were mighty good to fill his request. It did him so much good to hear good preaching and singing. Brother John is gone and we miss his company and we miss him in the Old Beaver Church, but we feel by his profession and his life that he lived that our loss is his eternal gain. A word to the children, those who haven't made peace with the good Lord. Your dear old father is gone and I would like to make this request. If you want to meet father you will have to quit your sinful ways and repent and believe in the good Lord. He wrote a little note some time before he died and sealed it up and requested that it be not opened until the good Lord had called him away, which was done. It told where he wanted to be buried and told his companion to take care of what he had left and in this note he made a request for Elders E. H. Howard and Mac Moore to attend his burial and he made a request that the following scripture be used: "Behold I show you mystery and etc." and "ye are the light of the world." The brethren he chose and other brethren were blessed to come and preach and sing for us. As this obituary is getting too lengthy I will have to close, leaving this hope with you all, by the help of the good Lord I expect to meet my dear companion again, and be together where no sickness or trouble can come, up yonder in heaven, for I do believe that the good Lord will raise these bodies of our and fashion them like unto His glorious body, and then we can give Him all the praise forever more in that beautiful place where sorrows can't come. Written by his wife, Sally Moore

Mosley, Lizzie J.-It is with a sad heart that I attempt to write a short sketch of the life of my loving' companion, Lizzie Jane Mosley. She was born October 16, 1897 and departed this life July 27, 1941. She was the daughter of Thomas Meade and Selby Meade. She was married to J. J. Mos1 y December 31, 1913 and unto this union were born five children, three girls and two boys. One girl is still living, the other two preceding her in death. She lived a quiet and moral life, joining the Old Regular Baptist Church about 1939 and living a faithful member until the death angel came and took her away. Oh, I remember the many good conversations we have had and the sweet talk of heaven and the good counsel she has given me and no one knows how bad I miss her sweet company and I can hardly write this obituary for crying, although I feel sure my loss is her eternal gain and that her soul is now in that sweet home of God with our two little daughters awaiting the day of the redemption of her body. I know all the mourning I could do could not bring her back and when I think of all the suffering she had to undergo in this world and of that glorious home she is in I can only say the will of God is done and as David said concerning his child, she cannot come to me but I can go to her. Now to her brothers and sisters and father I wish to say to you all, if you want to see her again you must prepare to meet her in a better world, where loved ones don't have to part and where sorrows cannot come. I sure trust her father will remember her dying words and last request for him to change his ways and be a better man. I also wish to say to our children, if you ever want to meet mother again you must repent of your sins while you live here in this present world. She is missed, oh, she is missed in her church and in her home, but she has gone to that glorious city and is inviting us all to come. Written by her husband, J. J. Mosley

Owsley, William Hager-With a sad and lonesome heart I try to write a short obituary of a loving father, William Hager Owsley. He was the son of the late Sam G. Owsley and Susan Goodman and married Sallie Hughes on October 26, 1904.To this union were born eleven children, seven boys and four girls. One boy died in infancy, leaving ten children and a good Christian companion to mourn his loss. His loss is great with us but we feel it is his eternal gain in heaven. Father was born February 19, 1883 and died September 13, 1941 at the age of 58 years, six months and 24 days. He was stricken with paralysis and lived about three weeks. Father belonged to the Old Regular Baptist Church about twenty-six years ago. He was an ordained minister for twenty years. He has walked across mountains and went far and preached the gospel to a sinful world, preaching Jesus Christ. So I want to say to the rest of the children, if you ever expect to live with father again you must believe in that same Christ father did and repent of your sins. I have that sweet hope of living with father again in the sweet by and by. Written by his son and brother in the Lord, Claude Owsley

Slone, Sister Ettie-It now becomes my sad duty by request to try to write a sketch of the life and death of Sister Ettie Slone. She was the daughter of Jasper Sparkman and Sarah Sparkman. She was born November 23, 1903 and was married to Marion Slone August 25, 1925. Unto this union were born seven children, five boys and two girls. On the 19th day of August, 1935, Sister Ettie and Brother Marion were baptized into the Mt. Olive Church of Old Regular Baptists. Brother Marion was chosen and ordained a deacon. Sister Ettie felt and filled the duties of a deacon's wife as well as any sister I ever saw. Sometime in February, 1939 something like T. B. of the bone took hold of Sister Ettie and she never walked much more the rest of her stay on earth. Sister Ettie was always glad for the Brothers to come and preach and sing for her. Many times when it seemed she could hardly speak above a whisper we would start a song and she would join with us and sing the song through with a clear voice while laying on her bed. On the 15th day of February, 1941 the death angel came for Sister Ettie and that sweet voice was to be heard on earth no more. I will say to Brother Marion and the children, I surely believe at the Resurrection she will wake to everlasting life and sing praises to God forever.
Written by a brother in hope, Morrell Slone

Slone, Wesley-It has been but a short time ago that one among our choice brethren of the old Caney Fork Church of Regular Baptists passed away and went the way of all the earth, for whom we sadly weep and deeply feel the loss of a dear and beloved brother in Christ. By request I will try to write an obituary in regard to his Christian life and so will try to write a short sketch in order that his name may appear in the Minutes of The New Salem Association. Brother Slone was a son of Spencer Slone. He was born January 26, 1859 and was married to Mary Elizabeth McKinny about the year 1882. Their family consists of thirteen children, seven boys and six girls, and of this family five are dead and eight are still living. The following are the names of the living: Melvin Slone, Walter Slone, Beckham Slone, Willard Slone, Nancy Crawford, Emma Slone, Susie Slone, Samarkey Slone. The dead are: Hiram Slone, Alvery Slone, Milton Slone, Armina Campbell, Seassor Slone. Brother Wesley joined the Old Regular Baptists and w>s baptized by E. V. Hopkins into the fellowship of the old Caney Fork Church of Regular Baptists several years ago and remained a faithful member until death overtook him on December 23, 1940 at the ripe old age of 81 years, 9 months and 27 days. I have been acquainted with him from boyhood and I always found him gentle and kind, straight and honest with those whom he dealt with. He labored hard to raise and care for his family; went through heat and cold, rain and snow, working day and part of the night and being blessed with a good wife who went by his side, both standing together and by so doing made an honest living and raised a large family. He was greatly interested in the welfare of his children and did all he could to give them education. Four of the family have taught school, but three of them have died, but Beckham is still living and teaching and is said to be a good teacher. He stayed with his father and waited on him until he married but he settled down on the farm near his father where he could still wait on him and looked after him as long as he lived. All of the children were good and kind to their father as far as I know. Brother Wesley is gone from us now but how glad we ought to feel when we can say that we believe that when death seized upon that feeble body that his God, whom he trusted and served, took his soul to Himself and granted it a place in the glorious city of our God, where sickness or death or sorrow can never come. And now the old Caney Fork Church feels that they have lost one of their best members and a vacant seat remains that can never be filled by any better. Brother Slone had been afflicted with asthma the last few years of his life which grew worse and worse and finally took him away. I was present when death came upon him. I saw him pass away. I stayed with him that night and that evening before he died he said he didn't know what would happen to him that night. He said he wanted me and Brother Sinsy to preach his funeral. I told him that if I outlived him I would not have any doubts about him and he said "I would not give up my hope for the world." I believe he thought he would die that night but he lived until the next morning. They got breakfast very early and I was up and standing by his bed when they brought his breakfast and asked if he was ready to eat. He raised up and said something but I never understood what he said, and he fell over in the bed and passed away. He was the last one of his father's family to die so he had neither father, mother, brother nor sister to weep or mourn over him, but he left eight children to mourn the loss of a good father, and also many friends and relatives and neighbors who were grieved over the death of Brother Wesley Slone. Oh, how sad it was to see his blind girls come to the bedside of their dear father only to feel of the cold lifeless body of the one who had taken care of them but who had now left them in the hands of the rest of the family. I want to say to the children of Brother Wesley who are still living, be good and kind to those blind girls; may the Lord help you to care for them. And now that your dear father has gone and left you all, and as I believe his sufferings are all over, I will ask you to try to meet him in a better world. Don't forget the good example that your father and mother laid before you. I, J. C. Mosley, the writer of this obituary, loved him so well that when we would meet together we would hug each other. O, how I would love to hug him again, but he went away and left me, and is where I can't reach him by letter, but I feel by the help of the Lord that I will see him again. I believe that he has met with his loving wife for whom he has mourned and grieved for several years. There are many good things that could be written concerning Bro. Wesley Slone but it would make this obituary too lengthy to write all that I would love to write about our dear and beloved brother in the Lord. We miss him so much in our church when we meet to worship our God. How often have we seen him come to the church house so weak and feeble, yet with a smile on his face as though he was thankful to God that he had granted him one more privilege of meeting with his brethren and sisters. It seemed to be the greatest joy of his life. About two or three years ago he was taken ill and we all thought he would die then. He told me that he would love to live one more year so he could go to church another year, and the Lord blessed him to live and he attended church faithfully as long as he lived when he was able to go. So may the Lord bless us all to meet him again where parting will be no more. Written by, J. C. Mosley

Spencer, Sister Virgie-It is with sadness that I attempt to write a short obituary of a dear sister, to-wit: Sister Virgie Spencer. She was born in the year of 1892 and deceased June 16, 1941 at the age of 49 years. She joined the Old Beaver Church about eight years ago and was baptized by E. H. Howard. She had first joined the Christian Church. She lived a faithful Christian life and was always pleased to see church time come. She was always glad to see her brothers and sisters and met them with a friendly handshake. She was married to Bro. Lee Spencer about nine years ago and it seemed that they enjoyed life together so much. Sister Virgie is missed by our church and, by Bro. Lee and her two girls. Sister Virgie was ill about a month before she died. Bro. Lee and the folks did all they could to help her. They took her to the hospital and stayed there until the death angel called for her to come home. The writer has no doubt about her destiny. Sister Virgie is not dead but is just sleeping until the great day of the Lord when Sister Virgie will awake with many others and will come fourth from the grave and will be changed from a natural body to a spiritual body and go to heaven to meet her dear Lord. Just a word to the two orphan girls. I want to say to you that you have no mother nor father to go to for counsel but if you ever expect to go to that place where mother is gone you must make peace with God. There is plenty that could be said about Sister Virgie but it isn't necessary as the people all know about her work and her way of living. The writer was at her home one Saturday night at regular meeting time and at the request of Bro. Lee and Sister Virgie stayed all night. Sister Virgie looked so well and was so well pleased all of us went to meeting on Sunday morning and it seemed that she enjoyed services so much. That was her last trip to church. She was dead before the next time came for church.
Written by, E. H. Howard, Moderator.

Tackett, Cinda-It is with a sadness of heart I write the life of my dear mother, Minda Tackett. She was born in the year of 1867. She departed this life January 3, 1941. She was married to Greenberry Tackett in the year of 1882 and unto this union were born fourteen children. Five preceded her in death while in infancy leaving nine to mourn the loss of a dear mother. She joined the Regular Baptist Church at Samaria in the year of 1909 and was baptized by Elder C. C. Mitchell and lived faithfully until death. Now children, mother is gone and if we see her again we must be born_ again. So mother will worry no more over her children. I believe I will see her at the Resurrection day when the same spirit that left her body will return and take up its abode with the same body and the spirit will be the life of the body and mother will be sick no more. Now let me say to father, brother and sister, unless we make ready in this world to meet mother we will not see her again, for she has just gone to sleep in Jesus and will awake in that great morning when the trumpet shall sound so loud it will wake the sleeping dead. I want to be ready to shake hands with mother again. Now dear father, here is the proposition for you: You must be born again; made free from sin to live with mother again. Now we know children that mother had trouble in this world and in that I feel sure that she washed her robe and made it white in the blood of the lamb.
Come now, ye orphaned children
who sorrow here below,
And join me in a promise
That you'll to glory go.
 Then when our labors are ended,
And time shall be no more,
We will go and live with mother,
Where parting is no more.      Written by her son, A. J. Tackett

Tackett, Jay-By request, I will undertake to write a short sketch of the life of my beloved father, Jay Tackett, who was born on Long Fork of Shelby Creek, Pike County, Kentucky, to the union of the highly esteemed Rebecca and Abell Tackett, on March 24, 1864, and departed this life April 1, 1941, at the home of one of his daughters, Mrs. F. M. Burke, Pikeville, Kentucky, at the age of seventy-seven years and seven days. On March 23, 1882 he was married to Miss Sarah Johnson, daughter of the well known Annie and Pleasant Johnson. To this happy union were born fourteen children, eight daughters and six sons, twelve of whom survive, to-wit: Mrs. Garfield Johnson (Cumi) of South Webster. Ohio Mrs. Chas. F. Bond (Cordelia) of Prestonsburg, Kentucky; Mrs. D. B. Ramsey (Angie) of South Webster, Ohio; Mrs. F. P. Hall (Frankie) of Weeksbury, Kentucky; Mrs. F. M. Burke (Cassie) of Pikeville, Kentucky; Mrs. Wilburn Orsborne (Bertha) of Hartley, Kentucky; Mrs. Willard Burke (Mazy) of Hartley, Kentucky; Mrs. David Downs (Dixie) of Frankfort, Kentucky; Mark Tackett of Virgie, Kentucky; Joe P. Tackett of Prestonsburg, Kentucky; Calvin Tackett of Hartley, Kentucky, and Corbett Tackett of Hartley, Kentucky. One son, Nathan Thomas Tackett, died October 23, 1909 and a second son, Wid, died October 6, 1935. Also surviving is his beloved widow, who with the subject of this sketch, labored faithfully down through the fifty-nine years of their married life never failing to give willingly of their labors to entertain with loving hospitality all who came under their roof. I Besides those of his immediate family left to mourn father's loss are two sisters, Mrs. Neal Little (Luinda) of Virgie, Kentucky, Mrs. W. M. Orsborne (Dillie) of Wales, Kentucky, and five brothers, James Tackett of Virgie, Kentucky; Abby Tackett of Virgie, Kentucky; Willis Tackett of Wales, Kentucky; Newt Tackett of Naples, Kentucky, and John Tackett, of Hartley, Kentucky; also by eighty-seven grand children, thirty-three great grandchildren and four great-great grandchildren. Jay Tackett was a member of one of Eastern Kentucky's largest families. He was a man of sterling qualities loved by all who knew him. How grateful we children should all feel for the memory of such a loving Christ-like father. He was kind, gentle and always ready to help those really in need. To the writer, mere words are inadequate to express the gratitude in her heart for memories of such a noble father from the earliest recollections down to the sad day when she stood by his bedside and saw him calmly and humbly pass on to be with our Lord. Heart-rending as it was the writer craved to hear our Saviour say "Come up higher, enter into the joy of thy Lord." Pike County will long feel the influence of this true disciple of the Lord Jesus. The writer has many happy memories of father back in her early childhood when he made so many lasting impressions upon her childish mind how he taught her just weights and measures by permitting her to assist him in taking care of his mill or store. To me, he was the world's greatest hero. Among my happiest childhood days were those when I walked proudly beside father to and from school. It was a sad day when he said, I can attend school no more, children, because of eye trouble." He committed his way unto the Lord and He blessed his labors as farmer, merchant and miller. To you, dear mother, his lonely widow, I must say: You have lost a faithful loving and patient husband. There is a vacant place in the old home as well as in your heart which can never be filled in this world, but thanks be to God, you have bright hopes that when your labors are done down here, you will gladly join your dear companion in the "sweet by and by" where sorrow, loneliness, unhappiness and disappointments will be over and all will be joy and peace forevermore. To sisters and brothers left: We have lost a good father whose example is worthy of emulation by us all. Are we trusting his Saviour? I am sure we all remember the many times we have heard him say, "I have never at any time wanted to do anything' that I would not be willing for my children to do." Oh, that this sinful world had more fathers like that! Yes, we older children remember fifty years of fathers life—gentle in manners, wise in counsel—conversation always fitting for the house of God. No vain words, no loss of temper but reason in all things. God grant that we may ever remember that one of the chief desires of father's heart was that we all might commit our hearts and lives to the Lord to love and serve Him, since he believed that the Christian life only, is worth living in this world. Father's going has left an indescribable emptiness in our hearts which only God's comforting grace can fill. Let us look unto Him for wisdom and guidance in all our ways, that we may through His wondrous mercy be ready at last to meet father and all our loved ones on Canaan's bright and happy shore. There is none other name under heaven among men whereby we can be saved except through Jesus Christ our Lord. Will our family circle in heaven be unbroken? Life is uncertain— death is sure. "Be ye also ready, for in such hour as ye think not, the Son of Man cometh." Father's last illness lasted only a few weeks. He bore his suffering patiently—always submissive to the advice of his doctors and loved ones who did everything that loving hands could do to give him relief for which he seemed to be thankful to the very last. He met death bravely without a struggle, just fell asleep in Jesus. May his God be our God and may our few remaining days be lived in closer fellowship with Him, to the end, that our lives may influence others to do good and that we all at last may join father around the throne of God. A Daughter.
Resolution on Death of Jay Tackett By Long Fork Church-In as much as it has pleased our Heavenly Father in His infinite wisdom to call from our fellowship our beloved brother, Jay Tackett, we the church of Long Fork of Regular Baptists, wish to express to his grief stricken companion and to his family, our deepest sympathy in their sad bereavement, praying that our Heavenly Father may with His all sufficient comforting grace, bind up their broken hearts and supply their every need. In the passing of brother Jay, this church has lost from sight for a while, a faithful member, and one of God's true noblemen who served him humbly for fifty-four years. Miss him? Yes, but his influence for good will live on. We feel keenly the loss of a member so valuable as he. No more shall he go in and out before us; no more, at the close of the church services shall we hear from the generous lips of our sainted brother, "All who will go home with me are welcome." Welcome to feast at his table which was free to all, high, low, rich or poor, black or white. We rejoice to believe brother Jay had an abundant entrance into the Heavenly Kingdom and is now enjoying that place our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ went to prepare for him and for all those who love and serve Him. Yes, brother Tackett experienced that peace of God which passeth all understanding and which can not be explained in terms of intelligence, since it goes beyond human understanding and reaches into the "Glory World." At the early age of twenty-three years, he saw himself a lost sinner in God's sight, repented of his sins and surrendered his heart and life to the Lord Jesus Christ. His long life of Christian service, proved that he has been with Jesus. On the fourth Saturday in August, 1887, he joined the Long Fork Church of Regular Baptists and was baptized by the Rev. N. T. Hopkins, on the fourth Saturday in October following. He lived an humble, consistent Christian life, always preferring his brethren above himself in church affairs. On the fourth Saturday in May, 1905 he was elected Clerk of this Church, serving until the fourth Saturday in April, 1914. He was re-elected on the fourth Saturday in August, 1929 and served until the fourth Saturday in August, 1940. Truly, it can be said of Jay Tackett, "A prince in Israel has fallen." To know him was to love and respect him. On the fourth Saturday and Sunday in June, 1942 a memorial meeting for brother Jay will be held at or near his home on Long Fork of Shelby Creek, Pike County, Kentucky. Preachers selected for this occasion are: Bennett Adams, F. A. Hopkins, Ballard Baker, Jerry Hall, and Aaron Pack. It is hoped that as many as possible of his brethren, sisters, relatives and friends will attend this meeting, that it may result in joyful fellowship and especially to the glory of our Lord.

Tuttle, Rebecca-In order to comply with the request of Bro. Bill Tuttle, and the Caney Fork Church, we now make this feeble effort to write an obituary of a precious and faithful sister, to-wit: Rebecca Tuttle, who was born November 3, 1876 and departed this life March 22, 1941. Age 64 years, 4 months and 19 days. She was the daughter of Elder W. R. Tuttle, who preceded her in death some few years ago and was a faithful minister of the Old Regular Baptist Church. Sister Rebecca was married to Bro. Bill Tuttle, in the year of 1900, and unto this union were born eight children, five boys and three girls, six of whom are still living. Sister Tuttle joined the Caney Fork Church of Old Regular Baptists about twenty-five years ago, and certainly remained a true and faithful member during all this period of time. And now at her passing away we can conscientiously say, that the Caney Fork Church has lost another one of her very best members, and her husband has lost a real devoted and true wife, and her children have lost a dear, loving Christian mother, and the entire community around where she lived has lost one of their best neighbors. But after all this, how thankful we all should be that while we are mourning her departure from us, that her soul is resting in the Kingdom of God, awaiting the resurrection morning, when God will resurrect her body and change it and fashion it like unto His glorious body and then a perfect body and perfect soul will dwell in the Kingdom of God forever and forever. Sister Rebecca was faithful to attend her meetings and to fill her seat in the church, and it was while discharging her duty as a member to fill her seat in the Old Church and to be with her brethren and sisters, that she was suddenly called away. She was at the Providence Church and all during the meeting greatly enjoyed herself and took an active part in the singing, and at the close of the service as we rose up she also arose and made an effort to raise up her arms to praise the Lord and suddenly she sank back on her seat and passed away immediately without a struggle or pain and went with a smile. It certainly was a quick passing away and where could she have been, that it would have been more honor to her to have passed away than in the service of God. It surely was said news to Brother Bill, who was working down the creek on that day, to have the news carried to him, that his loving wife whom he had been so closely attached to for so many years, had passed away, and O, how pitifully he and his children did mourn and weep. Brother Bill says they never had any family rows at all, but always got along in peace and all their neighbors bear witness to this statement, and all her children were so closely wrapped up in the welfare of their dear mother and desired so much to see her enjoy good health again, but now she is gone and we believe as strong as we can, that her soul is at rest with God. Now in the conclusion of this obituary as space will not permit us to go into long details of the life of this dear sister and to speak of her many wonderful and kind deeds, we wish to say to Brother Bill, who has spent these lonesome and sad days and months, going alone and sighing and mourning over his dear absent love, whom he misses so much, cheer up and strive for a closer walk with God, and do everything in your power to make your calling and election more sure with God, and we believe when your journey here on earth is over, that your soul will join with Sister Becca's in praising the good Lord. And to the dear children of Sister Becca's, you have lost as we might say, your best friend on earth, the one who would come to your rescue at all times and on all occasions, and you all know you can never see her face and enjoy her sweet company any more on this earth, but you can look to the same sweet Jesus that your mother did and beg Him to forgive you for your sins and quicken you into eternal life and bless you to meet with your dear mother, where you may be blessed to live with her forever in the sweet heaven above. May God bless you all, is the sincere desire and the humble prayer of your unworthy servants,
J. C. Mosley and E. V. Hopkins

Vanderpool, Martha Ann-It is with a very sad and lonely feeling that we shall endeavor to write a brief sketch of our dear mother and sister in the Lord, Martha Ann Vanderpool, wife of John Vanderpool, of Bosco, Ky. Mother was born Dec. 3, 1870, at Rock Fork, and died Feb. 4, 1941. She was the daughter of Wiley and Sally Patton. To the union of father and mother were born nine children, five girls and four boys to mourn her loss. Dear mother became a Christian and joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Stone Coal in the year 1908. She always filled her seat just as long as she was well and was able to get to church. She lived a faithful Christian life, thus being true to God, until death called her away from her weeping children and friends. Until the last few days of her life, mother never failed to pray for her children, and she always counseled us to never do anything but the right. In any kind of trouble we knew to who to go and ask for advice—mother. Her advice was always good. Mother was loved by all who knew her. She had no enemies, and the door to her home was forever open to her brother and sisters and her many friends. After six months of illness, in bed, mother said good-bye and left this world and went to meet her Saviour, and children who had gone on before. No one knows how sad it was to give up our mother. During the long months of her illness, we watched her and were sick with grief at the thoughts of her on-coming death. We shall end with a little poem that expresses best our feelings:
We saw her suffer and languish away and die,
But now her spirit is resting in that
happy home on high.
We sometimes want to see her
and kiss her dear face,
We're glad she's smiling
in that glorious happy place.
Written by her daughter and sister in the Lord, Polly Hall and Mrs. Martha Allen

Waddles, Frankey Jane-It is with a feeling of unworthiness that I make this attempt to write an obituary of such a worthy sister as Frankey Jane Waddles, the wife of Ed Waddles and the daughter of Miles Hall, Jr., and Rean Hall. She was born about the year 1883 and departed this life in October, 1941 at the age of about 57 years. She was married to Ed Waddles, and unto this union were born 6 children, three boys and three girls, of whom one little boy preceded her in death while in infancy. Sister Waddles joined the church about twenty years ago and certainly was a faithful member just as long as she was able to go, and really after she became disabled she would go anyway; we could see her come into the church house when we would not expect her to be out by any means. It seemed to be her chief delight to have it said when she passed out of this world that she prized her fellowship in the Old Baptist Church above everything else, and this makes it a real pleasure to write an obituary of one so faithful, and all who were familiar with her everyday life, took knowledge of her that she did not do all this just merely to be seen of people, but that it was in sincerity. She died with something like cancer of the stomach and amidst all her suffering with such a dreadful disease, she seemed to be patient. So at her passing away, a dear husband lost a real loving and devoted wife, and five children lost a most precious and pious Christian mother who was greatly interested in their welfare, both temporal and spiritual. She also left behind a precious old loving mother, who greatly misses the loss of her dear daughter, who was so good and kind to her, and always told Aunt Rean that her home was her mother's home. The Providence Church, where she had her membership, lost one of its most precious sisters. But after all this, we are exceedingly thankful to have the sweet hope, that our loss is her eternal gain, and that her soul is at rest and that in the morning of the Resurrection, God will bring her body out of the grave and change it and fashion it like unto His glorious body. So may all the children and her husband and her dear mother and her brothers and sisters all keep her in memory and try to meet her in that heavenly home on high, where those who meet will part no more. Written by her cousin and as I hope, a brother in the Lord, B. V. Hopkins