NEW SALEM ASSOCIATION
of Old Regular Baptist of Jesus Christ
Held with  New Salem Church
Harold Kentucky
Sept. 25, 26, 27 1942

OBITUARIES

Submitted by J B Francis

Arnett W. M. "Bill" -W. M. Bill Arnett was born November 4, 1869 and died October 27, 1941, age 71 years, 11 months and 23 days. He was the son of Jack Arnett and Raine Howard Arnett. He was married to Poppy Shepherd about the year of 1886. To this union were born 8 children, t girls and 4 boys, namely Maneria England of Royalton; Grace Wire-man, of Swampton; Menifee Arnett of Fredville; Dona Arnett of Swampton; Celia Brown of Paintsville; Boone Arnett of Ashland; Pollie' Stephens of Ashland and Willie Arnett of Detroit, Michigan. His first wife preceded him in death October 2, 1921. He then was married to Linda Jane Hicks December 14, 1927 who is also left to mourn his loss. He joined the Regular Baptist Church about the year of 1908 and was always active in his religious duties as is well known as far as his acquaintance goes. His council and instructions in the way of righteousness has constantly fallen upon his children as well as all others whom he came in contact with throughout all the religious years of his life. His requests of his children were for his four sons to carry his body from the home to the grave yard and for his son, Boone, to stand at his head and sing a song, "We Shall Sleep, But Not Forever," then to kneel at his head and pray then to stand at his head and preach what the Lord would give him and to Boone. He said you know Rosco is one of us if you need him and if you want him. use him, I don't want anything said that would in any way hurt the feeling of any one present. Everything is in your hands. To this request Boone replied, "Paw, do you realize what you are asking me to do," and he answered, "Son, I do." The conversation at this point ceased for a moment or so. Boone realizing that he was waiting an answer, replied, "Paw, of all that you have asked me, I'll try." Then he said. "I don't want any worldly people outside of my family which includes my son-in-law and daughter-in-laws to shovel dirt on me." In the hour of death he prayed for all the peoples upon the earth and said, "I love every soul that creeps up on this earth." And despite the weak conditions, the pain and agony he was suffering he sang in an unusual loud voice the song: We are nearing to the crossing, We are coming day by day. Soon our journey will be ended Then we'll land our boats away. Soon we'll cross over the dark river, Soon we'll enter bye and bye. Angels bore our way to heaven In those mansions in the sky. After this song he sang all he knew of a story most pleasing, I'll tell, then he said, "The angels are coming after me directly for they have been knocking on my bed all night." He said, "Boone, pray and pray for all of us." He then said to his wife, "Get Andy Moore if you want him for my children, all love to hear him so good." He said, "I love all my children, one as good as another and I want you all to be good to one' another and come on up where I am going." Besides his eight children and his second wife, he also leaves to mourn his loss 34 grandchildren and 14 great-grandchildren and a host of friends. Worded by his wife and his son, Boone Arnett

Bryant, Sydney-It is with sadness of heart that-1 try to write a short sketch of a dear father to wit: Sidney Bryant. He was born February 19, 1860. Being 82 years, 5 months and 16 days old, he died September 16, 1942. He was united in marriage to Mary Akers, the daughter of Elder John M. Akers. Into this union were born 12 children, 4 boys and 8 girls. One boy and four girls preceded him in death, leaving 3 boys and 4 girls and a good wife, also 22 grandchildren and a host of friends to mourn the loss of a dear father. But I believe our loss is his own gain. He joined the Regular Baptist Church about 35 years ago and lived a faithful Christian life until death. It seemed that his greatest enjoyment was in going to church. He told me that he saw in a vision or a dream Christ coming to him and he talked with him. He- said that he asked Christ if he could go with Him and He said that he could not go now, but he could come to Him on the mountain. He especially requested John Hamilton, Jerry Hall, Ellis Hopkins and other ministers that the family wanted to preach his funeral. The writer has no doubt about his destiny. Father is not dead, but is just sleeping until the great day of the Lord. When Father will awake from the grave and go up to meet the Lord in the air, he' will not be afflicted, but will be a pure body. He will go to heaven to meet the Lord and forever be with him. His funeral will be the fifth Saturday and Sunday in July 1943 at Clear Creek. He belonged to the Little Nancy Church at the time of his death.
Written by his son, Johnnie Bryant

Carlton, Malissa J.-It is with a sad and lonely feeling that I attempt to write a short obituary of my loving mother. She was born October 3, 1854 in Wilkes County, North Carolina and departed this life September 7, 1942, at the age of 87 years, 11 months and 4 days. She was married to J. R. Carlton in Carter County, Tennessee on May 26, 1888. To this union was born one son, T. P. Carlton who is left to mourn the loss of a loving mother. She had been a member of the Old Regular Baptist Church for over 60 years. Her last membership being at the Old Joppa Church at Melvin, Ky. She was always faithful to attend her church meetings as long as she was able to go. She always said she wanted to go after she got disabled to go. The last 4 years of her life she could not walk any. She made her home with me since' father died in 1918. They were buried together at the Elliott Cemetery on the head of Big Mud Creek in Floyd County, Kentucky. The Old Joppa Church will miss her and her son and grandchildren will, too. To her grandchildren, be good and seek the Lord for without Him it is impossibly to see grandmother again, for I believe she' is in heaven with grandfather. We will all mourn her loss but I feel that our loss is her eternal gain. Her funeral was preached at the grave before she was buried by Elders Jerry Hall and John Hamilton who were wonderfully blessed. This was her request.
A flower from my home is gone,
A mother, kind and dear,
Never more in days to come
Will one like her be there.
Written by her broken-hearted son, T. P. Carlton

Cook, Florence-At the request of her children, I will now make the attempt to write an obituary of a dear and beloved sister in the Lord, to wit: Sister Florence Cook, who was born January 28, 1860. Deceased April 13, 1942. Age 82 years, 2 months and 15 days. The last surviving one of the family, she was the daughter of John Wesley "Vance and was married to Elder F. P. Cook at a very young age and into this union were born about nine children. Seven girls and two boys of which about five of the girls and one boy is yet living and all the girls are members of the same Old Regular Baptist Church to which mother belonged. Her husband, Elder Pierce Cook died about the year of 1900 and she later married Ben Hall and into this union was born 1 son. Sister Florence joined the Providence Church of Old Regular Baptist about the year of 1887 and was baptized by Elder William Cook and all who knew her can truthfully say that she was one of the most faithful members they ever knew to fill her seat in the church. She at one time while in health was one of the best singers we ever heard and was greatly delighted in singing the old time songs. Sister Cook also was one of the best informed sisters I ever was acquainted with in the scriptures. Although her education was-very limited it seemed to be a miracle how she could read the scriptures and remember them. She lay on the bed of affliction for four or five months with the dreadful^ disease of cancer of the stomach and bore her sickness very patiently and her mind was bright to the very last. All her children were real good to wait on her and she was greatly pleased for the Brethren and Sisters to come and visit her and sing for her. All during her life ever since she professed religion and all during her sickness she only claimed a hope and said she never could get above a hope in this life. So now at her passing away the' Providence Church has lost one of her most precious and faithful members and the community has lost one of its pious and old fashion orderly walking mothers in Israel and the children of Sister Florence had to say good bye to the only mother they ever had or ever will have in this time world. But after all this, it is certainly a sweet thought to have a bright hope of eternal life in our souls that we will meet our precious loved ones in the Kingdom of God and rest in peace with each other and with God forever and ever. So may God bless us all to keep in view and remembrance of the modest life of our precious old Brethren and Sisters who have departed this life and try to be more humble each day.
Your unworthy feeling brother in hope of eternal life, E. V. Hopkins

Cook, Jerry-With a great feeling- of love and tenderness of heart, I now make this effort to write an obituary of a real pious, kind and precious Brother in the Lord, to-wit: Bio. Jerry Cook who was born April 18, 1861. He departed this life January 18, 1941, age 79 years, 8 months and 20 days. Brother Jerry was the last surviving child of Elder William Cook who was one of the first pioneer preachers of this section. He' was married to Rosa Caudill and into this union was born about seven children of which only three boys are yet living, Leland, Carlisle and Frank. Brother Jerry joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Providence 50 to 60 years ago and immediately after becoming a member he was selected to serve as Clerk and also as Deacon in 1905 and he certainly fulfilled his duties faithfully. Just as long as he could possibly go, you would see him making for his meeting and really when he was not able to be out at all, he would be out to his meetings and often would say it was his greatest satisfaction to be in a real good meeting. Brother Cook's first wife died about the year of 1907 and left him with a little infant baby only about 2 weeks old and it had infantile paralysis. But he took the greatest of care with it and managed to keep it with him until she was about 7 or 8 years old and it certainly was a bright and intelligent little child. So some time after his first wife's death, he later was married to Sister Nancy Jane Turner who was the last surviving child of Grandfather Billy Hopkins and they lived together some several years and enjoyed going to meetings together until finally she was called away by reason of death. So this left Brother Jerry in another desolate and sad condition and from that time on he made his home with his sons, Carlisle and Frank. All who were acquainted with Uncle Jerry knew without any comment upon the matter, that he was one of the most devoted and humble brethren we almost ever had among us. Some while before he departed this life his mind became effected in such a way that he had to be watched to keep him from getting out and hurt himself, but even after his mind to a great extent left him, he' told me at Church one day that he had almost lost his mind for everything, but going to Church and serving God. He said he still had that mind. So we as members of the Providence Church can all remember how pitiful he would look when coming into the Church house and shaking hands with us. Now at his passing away, we certainly lost another one of our most precious members and the entire neighborhood lost a real good citizen of the highest quality and his sons I know fully realize the last real loving father who took the greatest delight in the welfare, in his children being good citizens, respectable, both morally and spiritually. So after all, though we each and all can consciously say, the only thing we feel we have to mourn over is his natural loss and that his soul is now at rest with his many, many precious and loved ones. It is the writer's desire to see Brother Jerry again where parting will be no more and I earnestly request his sons to not forget Father's good advice and examples. Now, dear Brethren and Sisters of the Providence Church, whereas, we being deprived of the sweet fellowship of our dearly beloved Clerk who served us so faithfully for over one-half century, let it now be resolved that we try to the very uttermost to keep up the old ancient pattern which he, together with our precious sisters, who have passed on from this world, left for us to pattern after. We fully realize as we lose our aged members. If we are not careful we will lose the ancient landmark. So may God bless us all to live more and more to the humble standard.
Yours in hope, E. V. Hopkins

Frasure, Millie-It is with a sad and broken heart I make this feeble attempt to write an obituary of my dear and loving wife, to wit: Millie Frasure. She was the daughter of Dr. A. C. Hagans and Nancy Hagans. She was born September 23, 1875 and departed this life August 16, 1942. She was 67 years, 10 months and 23 days old. She was married to Jones Frasure December 13, 1892. Unto this union were born 5 children, 2 boys and 3 girls, but 2, one boy and one girl preceded her in death. Three are left here in this troublesome world to mourn the loss of a good and loving mother. She left three children living, Philip Frasure, the only boy and the oldest child of Langley, Ky., and Rona Case of Langley and Mary Ratliff, of Wayland, Ky., and 2 grandchildren, 9 great grandchildren and one sister, Artie Ratliff at Grump, Ky., and one brother, H. G. Hagans of Langley, Ky., and a host of friends and relatives to mourn her loss. O, how we' do miss her in our old home. Her company was so sweet to us all when we would go in. She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church and was baptized the 4th Saturday in August, 1924 by M. C. Wright and A. L. Allen. She lived a good Christian life' until God called her from us. O, how she did enjoy hearing them preach and sing the old hymns. Her table was spread long and wide to feed every body. She enjoyed feeding people. She went to church as long as she could go until the dreadful disease of dropsy was so bad she couldn't go any longer. After she got so bad she wanted us to get some of the good old brothers to come and preach and sing. I asked her who she wanted. She said any of them we could get. I asked her if she want Malk Wright. She said yes. We got Malk and Earl Howard. They preached and sang. O, how she did enjoy it. She set up in the bed and called me and all her children to sit on the bed with her while they preached. I would ask her if she was tired and wanted to lay down. She would say, "No I am not tired of sitting up." She called me and all her children and grandchildren to her bed. She hugged and kissed us. She said they all were here but my sweet boy, Homer that was in the Army. Philip said in a good will, "Let you live till Homer come." She said, "Yes, I believe he will and let my tongue not be stiff till I can talk to him when he comes." And He did let her live till Homer came. He came on Friday night and she died on Sunday morning. She was buried on Monday and Homer had to leave on Tuesday. O, how she did pray for her children. She' said she didn't care to go. She just hated to leave me. Now children, I know it was a sad hour when you had to give mother up, 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. She is now under the altar of God awaiting the redemption of the body and in the morning of the resurrection I hope to meet her around the' throne of God where we can sing the songs of the redeemed of the Lord. Now children, if you want to meet mother when you feel the moving of that sweet spirit, please open the door of your heart and bid him come in. No doubt is in my mind. You remember mother's sweet advice. While she is resting from her labor to meet her again you must be born again. I want to say my precious jewel is gone from me, but by the grace of God I can see her again with a spiritual eye and a spiritual body. Her soul is so happy under the altar of God awaiting that great resurrection when she will come forth to sing his praises forever more. So this obituary is too lengthy now I will have to close. May God bless and save you all in a land where there will come no troubles, nor parting.
Written by her brother in the Lord and loving husband, Jones Frasure

Hall, John & Minerva Hall-I feel it now my duty as requested by Sister Nannie Johnson to write a short obituary of Brother John and Sister Minerva (King) Hall. They were married many years ago and had their troubles through this life as many of us. Brother John was born June 7, 1858 and while here on earth during all his troubles and sorrows we believe he believed in Jesus and joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about 1897 to which he lived in peace and seemed to enjoy good meetings and often would when returning home' from church just a few more times and he would be over his trouble and live with Jesus the last time. He was at the Rebecca Church. He seemed to get very happy, but took sick just after meeting and never was able to go any more. He called for the brothers to come and preach for him a while before he died. Brother Hawk Hall and I met at Daniel Jackson where' he was staying and held meeting for him. He seemed to enjoy the preaching. In a few days after he called Daniel and his son, Lou, to his bed and told him Minerva had come after him and in a short time the Lord took him out of his suffering. We believe our loss is their eternal gain. We all miss Brother John in our church and in our homes, but I hope some day we will meet again where parting will be no more. I wish to say to Sister Nannie, Brother Cleve and Marion to go on and be faithful for this life will soon be over and to George and the children to turn to the Lord and call on Him while life and opportunity affords. You believe in Jesus and choose the good part that Mary chose which never shall be taken away. To the rest of brother John's children, I want to say the same to all for we are going to appear before God soon and here the glad news come in you. Blest of my father inherit the Kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world and we believe to live with Brother John and Sister Minerva again in a beautiful city where sickness, pain and sorrow and death cannot come, then we will always be happy, where parting will be over and all tears will be wiped from our eyes and on the other hand the Lord will say to them that fail to repent, depart from me. You cursed into everlasting punishment where you never will be happy there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.
R. E. Holbrook

Hall, Rebecca-It is with a sad feeling that I try to write a short sketch of the' life of my dear mother-in-law, to wit: Rebecca Hall. She was always so kind and true to me. She was born in the year of 1853 and departed this life 1941 at the age of about 94 years. She was the daughter of George Fauts and Sinda Fauts. She was married to James H. Hall about the' year of 1871. Unto this union were born ten children, eight boys and two girls. Two boys and one girl preceded her in death and a dear husband leaving six boys and one girl to mourn the loss of a dear old fashioned mother. She was a mother in deed to her children. She was always ready to lend a helping hand to her children as long as she could. It pleased her to see her children come at any time. Mother joined the Old Regular Baptist Church fifty years or more ago. Her membership was at the Rebecca Church at Hall, Ky. She was unable to take care of herself for a year or more. She was with her daughter, Anna Slone when she died. Although, it was sad news for the children to hear that mother is dead, I believe that from the walks and the life that she lived she is not dead taut sleeping and just waiting for that great day of the good Lord to come to wake her out of her sleep. I am living in faith and hope of seeing her again.
Written by her daughter-in-law and I hope a sister in the Lord, Wonie Hall and her baby boy, Johnie Hall

Hicks, Mary Ann-It is with a sad heart I try to write' a sketch of the life of my mother, Mary Ann Hicks. She was the daughter of Joe Coburn and Katie Fitzpatrick. She was married in June, 1914 to William Hicks and to this union nine children were born: Mrs. T. G. Wright of Grundy, Va.; Bertral of Fredyville, Ky.; Elmer of Tallahassee, Fla.; Mrs. Ezra Osborne of Langley, Ky.; Viola, Delmer, Katherine, Pearl Shannon and Garrett Keith at home. Besides her bereaved husband she also leaves one brother, W. O'. Co-burn, of Garrett, Ky., and one sister, Mrs. W. E. Adams, of Cardinia, Ohio and several half-brothers and sisters. She also leaves a host of friends. The Philadelphia Church of which she had been a member for several years, has lost one of its most precious members. She always attended church regularly and enjoyed going so well. She welcomed everybody into her home and was always willing to lend a helping hand. We miss her more and more all the time. It has been so lonely for dad and the children there at home. We all loved her so much, but Jesus loved her more. I have heard her say and I feel assured that she is resting in the arms of Jesus. She had been in bad health for several years with heart trouble. But little did we think of waking up in the morning and finding her cold. I happened to be there with my family the night the death angel came. She seemed to be so happy when we went in. She was so jolly and seemed to be feeling so good. It seemed that she just couldn't quit having my children, (Shirley and Billy hug her. She asked Billy just before he went to bed to hug grandma's neck one more time. I believe she knew that night that she wasn't going to be with us long. It was such a shock to every body. If she had an enemy I do not know it. She always treated every body kind and was loved by all who knew her. She always gave us children good advice. I hope that none of us will ever forget the good council she gave us for it came from the depth of her heart. I know mother is resting now and if we will only live this life a Christian, I'm sure that we can see her again where parting will be no more.
Written by her daughter, Mrs. T. G. Wright

Howard, Isadora-It is with much sadness that I try to write an obituary of our dear son, Isadora Howard. He was born July 24, 1909 and deceased April 19, 1942 at the age of around 33 years. He belonged to the Steel's Creek Church around 3 years. All he hated he didn't get to attend as he liked on account of sickness. Just a few days before he died he called his brothers and sisters to his bed and told them to try and meet him in a better world. He said he was tired of this old world and that he was homesick for a better one. He was loved by all who knew him. He worked just as long as he could go and then he would have to lay down and wait for a trip to come out. The tipple crew at Glo gave him $55.00 and told him to go home that he wasn't able to work and that they would see to helping him. They stood by him as a brother. I want to say to his wife, don't forget what he said to you. That he wanted you to change your ways and meet him in a better world. We miss his sweet company but our loss is his eternal gain. So I am sure that he is only resting from all his labors. Just waiting till Jesus shall descend from heaven with a shout and with the Ark angel and then decease by him that time shall be no more Isadora then will be awaken with the rest of the blessed and shall come faith out of the grave with a body liken unto Christ's glorious body. Then the soul and body shall unite and both soul and body will go to its final resting place where there will be no sorrow nor sickness nor pain and all tears will be wiped from our eyes. His funeral will be preached July, 4th Saturday and Sunday in 1943.
Written by his heartbroken mother and father, Mrs. Emma Howard & Earl Howard

Johnson, Squint-It is with sad feelings that I try to write an obituary of dear Brother Squint Johnson. He was born June 18, 1879. He died January 22, 1942 at the age of 62 years, 7 months and 4 days. He' joined the Old Regular Baptist Church July 12, 1941 and was baptized. He lived a faithful member until death. He placed his membership at the Hollybush Church. He seemed to love to hear good preaching and singing. He was almost past going about 4 years with the T B. He first married Rosey Hall, Lee Hall's daughter. To this union were born 14 children, 6 living and 8 died in infancy. His first wife died then later he was married to Nannie Anderson. To this union were born 8 children, 7 living and 1 dead. First wife, 2 girls, and 4 boys still living. Second wife, 4 girls, and 3 boys still living, leaves 13 children to mourn his loss. He was the father of 22 children. He left several grandchildren and many of his relatives and friends to mourn his loss. I feel from the good words that I have heard him say that while his body is molding back to the mother dust his soul is with the good Lord where there is no trouble, nor pains where I hope to be when I die.
Brother Floyd Caudill

Lawson, John P.-By request of many friends I will try to write an obituary of Brother John P. Lawson. He was about 68 years old when he died. In his early days he was married to Vina Gayheart. To this union were' born 8 children, 4 boys, Dewey, Henry, Bill and Jack, all living; 4 girls, Maudie, Maxie, Beckie Mae, one girl deceased some years ago. Some years ago he was married to Sister Lizzie Whitt. To this union were born 2 children, Jean and Rosela. Brother John P. Lawson joined Old Beaver Church about 17 years ago and lived faithfully and was loved and respected by all who knew him. He was sick a long time. He never came impatient. He wanted the good brothers to come and hold services for him and we did and he rejoiced in his Savior. He had many good neighbors to visit him. I hope the Lord will bless them for their kindness to our brother. Let's pray the Lord to bless his good wife for her faithfulness and good care taken of him. I visited him often in his sickness. He bore it with patience. He told me he was just waiting for the dear Lord to call him home. He told me before he died he went to heaven and saw Jesus and his loved ones and knew them and took a good rest and told them he had to come back home and he was coming back. He's sleeping in the old family grave yard near his old home, waiting the resurrection when God shall call. He will answer and come forth from the grave. His funeral to be preached July, 4th Sunday, 1943 with memorial of Vina, his first wife, also, Bill's baby, Beckie Mae's baby and Henry's wife, with Brothers Jerry Hall, Tom Mosley, Aaron Pack and Mack McCloud and myself officiating. In my close I will say to all of the children to prepare to meet your good old father is my best advice.
Your brother in Christ, M. C. Wright

Moore, Brother John R.-It is with a sad heart that I attempt to write an obituary of my father to wit: Bro. John R. Moore. He was born March 20, 1862, deceased this life July 4, 1942, at the age of 80 years, 3 months and 12 days. He was united in marriage matrimony in the year of 1883 to Josephine Moore and unto this union were born 7 children, 3 girls and 4 boys, all of which are still living and a weeping companion to mourn the loss of a loving father. Father lived to be very old. He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church June 2, 1927 and was baptized by Elder E. H. Hall near Gayheart, Ky. He wanted his fellowship with the Beaver Church which was granted him. He was ordained for a deacon August 20, 1927 in the Old Beaver Church to which he devoted his time to this office and lived a faithful member to fill his seat which we see vacant now. We feel, yes, the' life that he lived before the world and his good brothers and sisters that there will be a seat filled in the glory world where sickness and trouble can't go. Dad was unable to work for some time before he passed away, but bless the good Lord, he was always glad to see the good brethren and sisters come in and sing and preach for him. His advise was brethren live in peace and preach Jesus Christ, a sound doctrine. He believed in the old time way. He was troubled and wearied about some of the new things that we hear preach. Father didn't believe in them. His admonished members be faithful and that I intend to do by the help of the good Lord. I loved father and I miss him, but with the hope I feel that I have in my soul, I believe I will meet him again some day. While father's body is sleeping in the cold grave, I believe some day the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and the voice of God shall wake father again and he will change his body and fashion in likeness to his glorious body so there is many things I could write on about father. One more thing I want to say, love is something great as I have stated in this obituary, but on the 4th day of July, 1942 there was word given me by Brother Willard Moore that brought me down in tears and mourning. I didn't realize how much I loved him until I went home and saw poor old dad laying with his hands folded. Dad couldn't talk to me, oh, it almost broke my heart, so then dear children I wish you all could remember father and his good advise and try and live for Jesus that it can be so in the morning of sweet eternity that the family circle may not be broken. I feel like' telling you all to fear God and repent and be born again. Heaven will be your home, for our father is gone and mother is 80 years old and may not long be with us, but one thing lets do, oh, don't forsake mother, so I will come to a close. May the' Lord bless you all and don't forget to pray.
Written by your unworthy servant and brother in the Lord to wit, Elder McKinley Moore

Sloan, Lillie Mae-She was born February 21, 1877 and deceased January 5, 1941 at the age of nearly 64 years. She was married to W. J. Sloan, Jr., December 1, 1892 on Caney Creek of Knott County, Kentucky, where they both had lived from childhood. To this union were born ten children, six boys and four girls, as follows: Oliver, Elma, Jane, Nelson, Oscar, Toney, Craynor, (now deceased), Hattie, Mattie, and the infant that died was unnamed. Craynor and the infant preceded their mother in death. Sister Lillie joined the Stone Coal Church of the Old Regular Baptist in the year of 1937 and lived a faithful member until death. The writer lived a neighbor of Sister Sloan for several years and I had my first time' to see her angry. She will be missed by her neighbors and her husband and children, also by a host of friends. She always liked to attend her meetings as long as she was able, and she always wanted people that visited her to eat before they left her home. Sister Lillie May Sloan's body is laid in the little cemetery on Jones Fork near her daughter's home to rest for a season until the trumpet shall sound and the body of Sister Sloan with others shall awake and come forth, to meet her dear Lord and the Spirit and Soul shall unite with the body, and go on to its eternal home where she will be able to sing the song of Moses and of the Lamb forever. So dear children remember the good counsel of mother and try to make your election sure with God and live where mother has gone and you won't have to part any more. Over there your mother is not dead but just sleeping a short sleep. God will say that time shall be no more and they that sleep God will bring with Him and they that live and remain on earth shall not prevent them that sleepeth from coming forth, but they shall be caught up in the midway of the air and forever be with the Lord. Sister Sloan had lots of friends and was loved by all who knew her. The Church also has lost a faithful member, her seat is vacant there and also in her home. So dear husband and girls and boys, don't weep over your dear mother, she is much better off than you are, God said that all tears should be wiped from their eyes in that Heavenly home. So excuse so much writing, I remain your brother in hope, E. H. Howard

Slone, Joel-It is with sadness that I try to write a short obituary of Brother Joel Slone. He was born August 22, 1875. He died March 10, 1942. He was a son of Tandy Slone. He was married to Mary Owen. To this union were born 8 children, 7 boys and 1 girl. One boy, Monroe Slone preceded him in death. All the rest are still living. Bro. Joel was a member of the Caney Fork Church for several years. He was faithful and always filled his seat. When there was a contribution to be made, he was always ready to give. I lived in sight of Brother Joel for a long time. I always found him trying to look after his own business. He was stricken down with heart dropsy and didn't live long after that. So he leaves a good wife and 7 children to mourn his loss and we hope to meet him in heaven.
Sherman Slone

Slone, Milton-It is with sadness I try to write a short sketch of the life and death of Brother Milton Slone. He was a son of Brother John Wesley Slone. He' was born November 9, 1902. He deceased 18, 1941. He was married to Sister Esty Akers. To this union were born 8 children, 5 girls and 3 boys. He belonged to the Caney Fork Church for several years. I stayed with him a great deal I found him always jolly and anxious to talk on the scriptures. I heard him telling his experience almost from every angle, taking pains to tell me everything concerning his travel. I believe hi's hope in Christ was steadfast and sufficient. I always found him good and kind with lots of patience, But Brother Milton became somewhat insane. His mind got wrong. Those that talked with him could easily detect it. He was strictly honest and he' became somewhat destitute. He couldn't get any work that helped frustrate his mind. So finally he shot and killed himself. This was a shock to me and many others. This brought grief to my very heart, for I surely loved him. So I hope for this act, Brother Milton wasn't accountable and that in the resurrection day he will arise and shine in the glory and likeness of Jesus Christ. He left a good Christian wife and children and many good friends to mourn his loss. Elder Sherman Slone

Sturgill, Sam-It now becomes my sad duty to write an obituary of a dear beloved, to wit: Sam Sturgill. Our good brother was born January 16, 1884 and deceased April 17, 1942 at the age of 58 years, 3 months and one day. Bro. Sam was married to Dollie May September 10, 1904. Unto this happy union were born 11 children, 3 sons and 8 daughters. Two of the little boys passed on to glory some time before Bro. Sam did. B^o Sam was not sick very long. He bore his sickness with the greatest of patience. Bro. Sam leaves a lonely widow and 9 children and brothers and sisters to weep and mourn his loss. We feel their loss is his eternal great gain. Bro. Sam joined the Island Creek Church of Old Regular. The third Saturday in May, 1923 from that good day until the day of his death, I found Bro. Sam walking in that good old humble way, always meeting his brethren and sisters with a smile. His home was his brethren's home. On the third Saturday morning in April when we entered the old home, sad it was to me to see our dear good brother laid low by death and while the body of our dear brother is laid to rest in the old Bro. Fields May grave yard, moldering back to mother dust. We believe his soul is at rest in the Kingdom of God, but in the morning of the great and general resurrection Bro. Sam will get up from that cold, cold grave, never to die any more. John says, Rite Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth ye saith the spirit that they may rest from their labor and their works. Do follow them, Sister Dollie the sad and lonely dark nights that have hovered over your troubled mind since your husband left you. Children, one' and all. have you forgot that humble life your good father lived before you. I hope not. Children, that same spirit that led your good father through a travel of repentance will lead you all if you all will yield yourselves to it. So children, my heart's desire and prayer to God is that you all will fall out with sin and come in with the free mercy of God before it is too late.
This is the sincere desire of your humble writer, B. H. Damron

Sword, Louisa-With a sad and broken heart I will try and write a sketch of my dear mother, Louisa Sword who has passed out of this life of punishment and trouble and has gone on before. I feel mother is a shining angel sleeping a sleep of happiness and peace with many of her loved ones that went on before her. Mother was born February 12, 1853. She left this life March 28, 1942 at the age of 89 years 18 days. Mother was married to Willie Sword and lived together until her death. She was a loved member of the Old Regular Baptist Church for about the last 35 years. Of her life, she loved to go to her meeting and fill her seat with her brothers and sisters. She would rejoice' and give Jesus praise. In the last few years of mother's life, she was old and feeble. She was not able to attend her meeting very much, but in her feeble condition with love she would totter around on her cane and strive to help take care of the people' that attended the meetings close to her home. Father and mother would open their doors and invite the people to eat with them, but mother has gone and left her loving husband and children to weep and mourn the last of her. She was the mother of nine children, six girls and three boys. Seven are still living, two are deceased. Four have confessed a hope in Christ. She was a loving mother to her children and gave them good counsel. While on her dying bed and on through her sickness she would call on the Lord and call on her Elder Brothers to lay hands on her in faith to heal her blessed body. She would tell us children, "I wish Jesus would come and take me'. I rather be glad laying happy at rest." She wanted her children to meet her in heaven. So brothers and sisters and everyone travel towards that Bright City where I feel mother has gone and where the coming of the Lord live with mother and the Lord. Gracie Hamilton

Syck, Margaret Ramsey-Margaret Ramsey Syck was born November 28, 1875 and died October 12, 1941 at the age of 66 years. She' was a member of the Old Regular Baptist Church for about 27 years. She was the daughter of Wesley and Emma Ramsey. She was married to R. H. Syck March 6, 1985 and to them were born 8 children. One died at the age of 2 years, 7 living, 4 girls and 3 boys, also 13 grandchildren. She' had been in bad health for years. She liked to go to church and read her Bible and give every one good advice. She was with me a lot in her last days. She talked of God and heavenly things. We miss her so but feel that our loss is her eternal gain.
May God help us to draw closer to Him until we see mother again,  Fanny Call

Tackett, Dillie-It is with a sad heart I will attempt to write an obituary of my dear mother, Dillie Tackett. She was born in 1888 and departed from this life in June 12, 1942, age 54 years. She was married to Andy Hudson in 1902. To this union nine children were born, four boys and five girls. Two of them preceded her in death. Three boys and four girls and husband now to mourn her loss. She joined the Regular Baptist Church about the year of 1909. She lived a Christian life through the many years and she was a good example for all us children to follow. Three girls have professed a hope in Christ and the other five are living in the ways of the world. Mother was sick in bed six weeks. She' bore her sickness with patience and was so weak. She said she hated to die and leave her children., but was ready to go home and live with Jesus. She said, "You children will have to go on without me, but you can say that you have a good mother in the glory world." She said, "Will you all meet me over there on the other shore." She said she was going where all tears are dried away. So I feel our loss is her eternal gain and that she is resting in that glory world where I hope by the help of the blessed Lord to meet her some day. So dear boys, if you ever want to see our sweet mother again, you must repent of your sins and be born again and may the Lord help us all to live right that we may die right. Her funeral is to be preached the' fifth Saturday and Sunday in July 1943. The brethren are F. A. Hopkins, Jerry Hall, Aaron Pack, Malin Burke, Bennett Adams to attend.
Written by her daughter, Heltha Holbrook

Tackett, Elizabeth A.-It is with much grief and sorrow that I attempt to write a short obituary of one that was so dear to me. After being requested by some of her brethren in the church of her choice and of the children I make this attempt to write this obituary of my dear mother to-wit: Elizabeth (Akers) Tackett. She was born November 23, 1853 on the head of Big Mud Creek, a daughter of Joseph and Phine Elliott Akers and deceased November 6, 1941, at the age of 87 years, 11 months and 17 days. She was married to George W. Tackett in the year of 1876 and to this union were born 9 children, 6 boys and 3 girls. 3 boys and 2 girls preceded her in death, leaving 3 sons and 1 daughter to mourn her loss. She joined the Regular Baptist Church in the year of 1931 at Samaria Church and was baptized by Elder J. W. Hamilton and afterwards lifted her letter and went to the Little Rosa Church at McDowell, Ky., for convenience. She left 3 boys and 1 girl to mourn her loss with 37 grandchildren and 62 great grandchildren scattered over the United States, one somewhere in the Army in England. Now brothers and sisters remember how mother worked for us and tried to raise us up to be men and women of respect, to be honest to one another and to all. You know mother and father would stand in the porch and hollow at the people and invite them in while mother was getting things ready to serve them. Now to you, Wilburn, my baby brother, you were mother's choice in her last days to stay with and to your family and the special care you all had for her in her last days and the girls that were so good to administer to her need while she was so feeble. Girls, you remember that night I was there and we sang a few songs and mother got so happy and began shouting and how we all were broken down and could not sing any more. I have no doubt of where mother's soul is resting today. She is only waiting for God to call her from the tomb with her renewed body to be with Jesus always. Now to the members that compose the Little Rosa Church, you have lost one of your sisters and there is a vacant seat, but God will fill it with another in due season at his own good will and pleasure. Mother was a sister of the late Elder John M. Akers who was known by most all in Eastern Kentucky and a half sister to Elder William Osborn of Walts, Pike Co., Ky., who died several years ago. Mother was the second child of a family of 11 and was the last to go. God blessed her with a good long life. Now to her children and grand and great grandchildren I hope all of you will in course of time get to read this and think deep in your hearts what a noble' grandmother you had and to live a life as she did. Day and Wilburn, aren't we so glad that all stayed clear of the law and never gave mother much trouble. I know you both are God-fearing men and men that lay idleness aside. Lets strive on to meet mother and father in a better world, though never baptized I have no doubts of him being a shining angel around God's throne with mother.
Written by her unworthy son at Craynor, Ky., this September 23, 1942, WM. Basil Tackett

Tackett, Hiram-By request I will undertake to write a sketch of the life of our beloved Brother, Father and Husband. Brother Hiram Tackett was born February 20, 1861. Died February 6, 1942, age 81. He was the son of James and Dillie Tackett. He was married to Martha Jane Johnson May 4th, 1882. In this union was born twelve children, seven boys and five girls, five died in infancy. Crit got killed by a drunken crowd while on duty as Deputy Sheriff, the other six are still living. Martha Tackett, his first wife, died August 15, 1904. He married later Ella Hensley April 8, 1905. To this union were born five children, three boys and two girls. One died in infancy, the other four are still living. Brother Hiram Tackett joined the "Old Joppa Church" of the Regular Baptist the first Sunday, March, 1887. He was baptized the first Sunday in April, 1887 by Elder W. M. Cook. He was soon after that put in Clerk of the Joppa Church and served until 1895. Brother Hiram Tackett moved to Indian Creek, lifted his letter from Joppa Church, and laid it in the Enterprise Church for convenience. He was soon elected Clerk of the Enterprise Church. He served until hi's death. Will say, "He was one among our best Clerks in the bounds of the New Salem Association." In the' 55 years as far as' I know, never was a charge brought against him. He was always interested in the Welfare of the Church, tried to keep a clean Church, and as I know he did want the Old Time Doctrine preached. He loved the Doctrine, "That Sinners must repent and be born again." He has often told me not to have any other Doctrine preached iii the Enterprise Church. He also did love the Doctrine of the "Resurrection of these Bodies." There was never a more faithful Brother to go to Church than Brother Hiram, and also Brother Will Tackett. They were as faithful as any preacher. He was well pleased with his five girls all of which are the members of The Old Regular Baptist Church and the same Church he had his fellowship in at the time of his death. He often made remarks when Arzilia joined that he was happy, but looked forward for to see his boys come and daughter-in-laws. I don't think a greater, more noble father ever lived. A greater Brother is not here' now. May I say the Enterprise Church has lost one of the best members it ever had. The people on Indian Creek has lost the best friend they ever had. That lonely eve that the Angel came to Phinis' home and took our Brother Clerk. It seemed that there was a "Still "Voice" in every home. The whole community was sad. Sweet Father, Husband and Brother sleep on, now your labor is ended on earth. Your voice is still on earth, and your works are still alive and will never die in the memory of your Brothers, Sisters, Children Wife, Son-in-Laws, Daughter-in-Laws, and Neighbors. Our Brother will sleep on the Mound on Indian Creek until the Trumpet of the Lord sounds, "Retreat of Arms." Then our most precious Brother will come out of the grave with a Spiritual Body. Children, I want to say to you and Ella, if Brother Hiram sleeps a thousand years, when the Lord comes, he will make, it will seem as though he has been asleep one minute. Listen Family, it will be the body of Brother Hiram Tackett that will wake up from his sleep. It will be Brother Hiram Tackett that will live in Heaven, his soul is now there resting under the altar waiting for the redemption of his body. I do believe hi's name is written in the Lambs Book of Life. When he was born again fifty-five years ago the Angel dipped his pen in blood and wrote Brother Hiram Tackett's name, since that time he has had a hope to get to Heaven. Then later on he got to the end of that hope which was sure and steadfast. His soul has received what it has hoped for so long. The same soul that left our Brother will come back in the "Sweet By and By," and get the body. Both soul and body will live in Heaven forever and forever to never part no more. Family, this obituary is getting too lengthy, but I could write a large book on the life of a good Father as you had, of how sweet a life he lived before you. A word to his precious wife, I know you were so good to Brother Hiram, you went with him through the heat and cold to help him to get to Church and looked after him, gave him water and food to eat. I hope soon you will come home and fill his seat in The Old Regular Baptist Church he loved so good. Boys, Daddy often prayed for you. May the Good Lord bring each of you into the fold to fill the seat of "Daddy." May the Lord Bless his only Brother to come home before it is too late. Brother Hiram Tackett's funeral will be preached the third Saturday and Sunday in June. All Brothers of our same Faith and Order are invited. There, will be special choice on Sunday. Girls, hold out faithful to the' end ever looking to the time that you will see Daddy again in Heaven, where there will be no parting any more.
Written by the Moderator of the Enterprise Church. Elder F. A. Hopkins

Watson, Betty-I, J. C. Mosley of Raven, Kentucky, having been requested by the husband of Sister Betty Watson, to write an obituary of his wife who now is dead and gone from him. I will try to write a short sketch in the form of an obituary of the life and death of his wife to wit: Sister Betty Watson. She was a daughter of Brother Miles Gibson and Susana Gibson. She was born September 30, 1872 and died May 23, 1941, age 68 years, 7 months and 23 days. In the year of 1893 she was married to Andy Watson, a son of Henry Watson and Rosanna Watson. Their family consisted of 9 children, three boys and six girls. Three of the family have' died and gone on before, leaving 6 of the children and her husband behind to grieve and mourn the loss of a good wife and kind mother, but we should humbly bow to the will of our God and say the Lord give and the Lord taketh away. Blessed be the name of the Lord. He bringeth down to the grave and also bringeth up from the grave. Sister Betty underwent much sorrow and trouble during her stay in this world. She was afflicted for the last few years, but seemed to bear her afflictions with patience and never lost sight of that home for which she so earnestly sought. We believe when death entered her home and seized upon her weak and feeble body and slew it that her soul was then ready to fly away to heaven, leaving her body in the care of her husband and children and kind friends to carry to the grave where she chose to be buried there to remain until called for by the God in heaven she so earnestly trusted for the salvation of her soul. Just before she parted away she said she heard the sweet music and talked of seeing angels and saw her mother coming and shouting and saw her baby that had been dead and gone on before her and many others that had passed away. She told them all to not worry about her, that if they could see what she saw they would not want her to stay here any longer. She said that she had prayed to the Lord for over a year to let her die m her right mind. So the Lord blessed her to die at home with a good mind. I have known Sister Betty for a long time', even before she was married, while she was at home with her father and mother. She had a good father and mother. They both belonged to the Old Regular Baptist Church and a Deacon of the Old Caney Fork Church. Sister Betty had belonged to the church about 30 years. She was baptized into the fellowship of the Old Caney Fork Church of Regular Baptist where she remained in fellowship with the Brethren and Sisters until death and now that sister must die and go the way of all the earth in answer to the great God who said that all living should die and turn to dust. Biding her husband and children a last farewell to never return to the old home any more. So the sweet union of husband and wife is broken up forever in this world and a good and kind mother gone for whom many tears have been shed. She had many friends that loved her. Old Caney Fork Church can say that another one of its good members is gone to fill a seat no more among us and now I want to say to her husband. Yes, to Andy, remember the many years that you and Sister Betty had lived together in this world and now that she is gone and left you lonely in this world, my advice is to pursue after her and try to meet her in the better world where parting will be no more, where you can rejoice with her and all the angels of God forever. To her children who are now living, do you still remember the kind words and good examples your mother laid before you while she was here with you? Will you not follow the examples that she laid before you? Did mother ask you to promise her that you would ? If so, begin now to ask God to help you to get ready, for you know not what day that death will overtake you. I believe that the soul of your dear mother is at rest. Her trails on earth are over. She will never have to suffer in this world any more. How happy are the Saints above who once went sorrowing here, but now they taste unmingled love and joy without a tear.
I have written this obituary in accordance to the information I received from her husband, Andy Watson. J. C. Mosley

Wireman, Flora-In accordance with the request of the dear Daughter and Providence Church, I now make another attempt to write an obituary of one more of my dear wife's sisters and a dear Sister of the Providence Church, to-wit: Sister Flora Wireman who was the daughter of G. W. and Mariah Cook and the wife of Linzy Wireman. She was born March 14, 1875 and departed this life March 11, 1942. Age 66 years, 11 months and 27 days. Sister Flora was married to Linzy Wireman somewhere about the year 1891 or '92 and into this union were born two children. One boy called Jimmie and a daughter, to-wit: Sister Martha Hopkins, the wife of Brother Ballard Hopkins. Little Jimmie died at about the age of 7 or 8 years. He was such a sweet little boy that at his passing out of this world it had such deep effect on Sister Flora that she never did seem to be satisfied in this world any more, because she had such a strong desire to see her baby again and as she knew he was in heaven, it certainly seemed to work a strong desire in her to live a Christian life. Sister Flora joined the Providence Church of Old Regular Baptist in August, 1912. And all who were acquainted with her could well remember how faithful she was to fill her seat in the Old Church. She was afflicted for some while with high blood pressure and about a year or more before she died she lost her eye sight. But her desire to go to Church and meet with her Brethren and Sisters and join with them in singing and shouting praises to God remained with her until the last. It sure did look pitiful to see her come walking into the Church house on her cane and her dear husband (who seemed to be so good to her) leading her by the arm and to see her reach out her hand and hold it extended for her Brethren and Sisters to shake hands with her. She also was a well read Sister in the scriptures and as long as her sight would permit she was constantly reading her Bible. So now at her passing" away the Providence Church has lost the sweet fellowship of another one' of her pious and modest Sisters and the community at large has lost a good neighbor who was as it seemed always willing to visit them in sickness and try to comfort them in trouble and a dear sickly and only daughter on that lonely and sad morning in March had to stand around and see the only mother she ever had or will have in this time world close her eyes sweetly as if going to sleep and breathed out quietly her last breath on earth. Her dear husband who lived a quiet and peaceable life with his dear companion for half century with melting heart and tears Tuning down his cheeks and with loud cries, bid farewell to the' dearest and most precious friend he ever found on this earth. So may God bless this dear sickly sister-in-law of mine and as I sure believe a sister in the Lord and my dear brother-in-law (who I trust has a hope in his heart of meeting his precious loved ones) to try to pray more earnestly for God to bless them when they have to come to the cold stream to pass through the valley and shadow of death that they can see' the angelic form of little Jimmie and Sister Flora coming to waft their souls to the Spirit's land.  So again dear brethren and sisters and especially of the Providence Church at the passing out of this dear sister. We have lost another specimen of modesty among the Regular Baptist as she was one whose customs and fashions of the world (as together with Sister Florence' and Uncle Jerry) had no charm on them. May the Lord bless us all to live an humble life and to be a pattern of good marks to the young generations to pattern after us instead of no pattern after the world.
Yours in hope, E. V. Hopkins