THE NEW SALEM ASSOCIATION
Old Regular Baptist of Jesus Christ
Held With
Philadelphia Church
Hippo, Kentucky-Floyd County
September 24, 25, and 26 1943

OBITUARIES

Provided by J B Francis

Anderson, Frankie Tackitt - was born December 14, 1884. She died August 26, 1943. She was married to Duran Anderson April 4, 1891. To this union were born one boy and eleven girls, all which are still living. She was the daughter of Brother Newton Tackitt and Angie Tackitt. Her mother preceded her in death. Brother Newton is still living. Sister Frankie joined the Enterprise Church of the Old Regular Baptist Church twenty-eight years ago. She lived a faithful member, never was a charge brought against her. She was a sister with much patience, always when about her home she looked after the welfare of husband and her children. She was a good wife, and one of the best mothers to her children that ever lived. She would try to make her children comfortable at all times, would take the burden or worry on herself to help her children. To her only "precious" boy, I know mother looked after you and tried to make all things as pleasant as she could for you. Now, dear son, don't forget the hands that took care of you. To her "precious" girls you all are good girls, you know how much care have been taken with you. Don't forget her good pious life she lived before you and her good prayers she often prayed for you all. Duran, I know you are sad, you have lost the best friend you have on earth, the only one you could trust to tell your secrets to. I know you will not forget such a good wife. The Enterprise Church have lost one of her best sisters. But after all husband, children, and the church all of our loss is no doubt her eternal gain. So don't weep for wife and mother, she has gone to her long home. Oh, the sad day when mother fell in the room and never could talk any more or see. As she lay in the bed for about six days. If she could have spoken to you all and could have seen her old father come in. How happy she would have been. But it pleased the good Lord to keep all this from her and you. Now, she has gone, her soul is resting under the altar of God, her body sleeping on the Little Point overlooking the old home. We all should be glad she went to sleep in the Arms of Jesus. In the morning- of the resurrection I believe the same soul of your mother will come and take up its abode with your mother's body and it will be Sister Frankie Anderson that will get up out of the grave. Both soul and body will live together forever and ever. May the Lord work in the minds of her brothers, sisters, husband and children so strong that you will not cease praying until you are forgiven of your sins, so you can all live together in heaven where there will be no more heartaches or troubles. Her funeral will be preached the third Saturday and Sunday in July 1944.   F. A. Hopkins

Branham, Hoody-It is with a sad and broken heart that I try to write a short sketch of the life of my dear companion, Hoody Branham. He was the son of Leonard and Sinthie Bran-ham. He was born November 1, 1902 and died April 15, 1943. He joined the Little Creek Church of the Old Regular Baptist October 18, 1936 and lived a faithful member until his death. We were united in marriage on July 16, 1926 at the home of my father, James McCown. Unto us were born five children, two boys and three girls. One boy and one girl preceded him in death. The other three children and myself mourn our loss, but I feel our loss is his eternal gain.
Ethel Branham

Compton, Mae-It is with a sad heart I will write a short sketch of the life of my dear mother-in-law, Mae Compton. She was the daughter of Edward Stewart and she was married to Tom Compton about 38 years ago and to this union were born three children, all boys. One preceded her in death while the other two was left to mourn their loss. She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about 17 years ago and lived a faithful member. She was born May 5, 1893 and died August 13, 1943. She took sick at the age of 48 and she was sick 2 years, 8 months and 13 days. When she died she was singing a beautiful song and she got so low she just whispered and we could tell what she was singing. We have hopes in her. We believe she went to rest. She liked to have church at her home. She prayed and begged to hr children and husband and grandchildren. She told them they better change their ways if they wanted to meet her again. She loved everybody and wanted them to come and see her. She loved to sing and wanted to sing all the time. She wanted Square Han Jack, Thomas Anthony Hamilton to hold services over her. She named three songs that she wanted them to sing. She bore her sickness the best she could. She had the dropsy and sugar diabetes. She was in the hospital three times at Pikeville, Ky. We miss her. Yes, we do. She was so good to us. She wanted us to stay right with her. She told us that she was going to a better home where there would be no drinkers there. She said she could see the gates opening wide for her. She said on Sunday before she left this old world that she was going to see her baby that was gone on before and I believe she went to see it for she went like she was going to sleep. I stood by her till the last breath was gone and when I saw she was gone I could hardly stand it for she was so good to me. I miss her calling me to do something for her. I had done all I could for her and stayed with her all the time. She was sick but two months and I am going to try to meet her in that happier home. If we have faith in God we will see Mae again. We hope that God will pour out her many blessings on our father-in-law and help him live a life that he will meet her again.
Written by her daughter-in-law, Anna Compton

Christian, Richard C.- passed away at Morton on April 8th, 1943, at the age of 82 years. He was born in West Virginia and came to the state of Washington thirty-nine years ago. He is survived by his wife, Didama Christian and two sons, William Christian of Glenoma and Crockett Christian of Seattle; one daughter, Lulu McPugh, of Morton and one step-son, Charlie Barnes, of Morton; also five brothers and two sisters, Eligah of Chehalis; Frank, Dan, William and Harrison, all of Glenoma; Ellen and Sarah of West Virginia. Sixteen grandchildren, fifteen great grandchildren and two great, great grandchildren also survive.

Compton, May-It is with a sad and broken heart I will try to write a short sketch of my grandmother, May Compton. She was married to Tom Compton in 1905 and unto this union were born three children, all boys. One preceded her in death. And to be left and mourn their loss, Ervin Compton, Pigeon, Ky., Eddie Compton, Detroit, Mich., she left two daughters-in-law to mourn their loss and her dear companion and seven grandchildren. She was sick two years and 8 months and 13 days. When she died the night before she felt us all. She sang beautiful songs all night and in that morning she died. She got so low she was whispering a song. She was a faithful member of the Old Regular Baptist Church of Island Creek. She filled her seat regularly until she got sick and then wanted church at her home. She begged me all the time to be a good girl and meet her in heaven when I left here. She would lay in the bed and look up at the sky and go to sing, "I'm going to heaven some day." She would tell me she could see the angels waiting for her. I believe grandmother is at rest there. She would say, "I am going where I'll have no dropsy there." She loved everybody. She prayed to see her son once more before she died. She prayed for her boys to do better. She told me Sunday before she died "Maudie, you all will have to be better before we ever would meet again." I miss her so bad since she has been gone. I miss her calling me to do something for her. but I believe she is at rest today. She loved flowers so well and we got what we could get.
Written by her granddaughter, Maud E. Compton

Conley, Russell-It is now with a sad and broken heart I will try to write a short sketch of my dear brother, Russell Conley, who passed out of this life of punishment and trouble and has gone on before. I feel brother is a shining" angel sitting around God's great throne. Brother was born December 31, 1909 and died February 3, 1943, being 34 years 1 month and 3 days old. He was the son of Dave and Margaret Conley. Brother has left 6 brothers and 3 sisters to weep and mourn their loss of our dear brother. His brothers are Troy, George, Mitchell, Robert, Kennel and " Lay Conley; his sisters are Viola Hicks, Virgie Hicks and myself which are still at home with father and mother. Brother was married to Eva Slone. Into this union were born 6 children, 4 girls and two boys. Brother loved his children so well. He said all he hated to die for was to leave his children. Brother had T. B. and laid in bed about 18 months. We took him to specialists and everywhere we knew but all doctors couldn't save him. When God called him home brother joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about two weeks before he died. He joined to Elex Coburn at father and mother's home and was expected to be baptized the next church time but God called him away. The sweet words brother told Elex Coburn when he gave him his hand I can never forget brother told Elex that the Lord had pardon his soul and he was ready to die. Brother loved Elex Coburn and Dan Gibson so well. He was pleased to see them coming and he loved everybody else and was so pleased for somebody to come and talk with him. He would talk as long as he had breath. Mother belongs to the Old Regular Baptist Church. She has been a faithful member for about 30 years and now our oldest brother, Troy, has professed a great hope in Christ and belongs to the same church that mother and our dear brother do. Brother is not dead but is just sleeping until the great day of the Lord when brother will awake from the grave and go to meet the Lord then he will not be afflicted but will be a pure body. Brother is much better off than we are. God said that all tears should be wiped from our eyes in that heavenly home. That is where I hope to go when I die. A flower from our home is gone, a brother kind and dear never more in days to come will one like him be here.
Written by his broken hearted sister, Dalk Conley

Dye, Isaac-It now becomes my sad duty to write an obituary of a dear brother to wit: Isaac Dye. He was born March 18, 1877 and deceased August 13, 1943. He was married to Lizzie Robinson December 28, 1902. Unto this union were born 3 children, two of his children preceded him in death. Some time ago Bro. Dye and his wife joined the Island Creek Church of Old Regular Baptist. The first Sunday in August, 1943 Bro. Dye was buried. Oh the sad and lonely dark hours that have hovered over your troubled mind since your good husband left you no tongue can tell and while the body of your dear husband lays silent and low in the lonely family grave yard we believe his soul is at rest in the paradise of God and in the morning of the great resurrection we believe his body will come from the grave changed from a natural body to a spiritual body to meet the Lord in the air and so will ever be with the Lord. Sister Dye, press onward and upward to meet your good husband and dwell with him forever.
By your weak and unworthy brother, H. B. Damron

Frazure, Anthony-With a great feeling of love and tenderness of heart I now make this effort to write an obituary of a real kind and precious father to wit: Anthony Frazure. He was born January 16, 1861. He departed this life December 25, 1942, at the age of 81 years, 11 months, 16 days. He was the son of John and Armina Frazure. He was married to Martha Francis Frazure. Unto this union were born 14 children, 9 boys and 5 girls. Seven of them preceded him in death, also his first wife. After this he was married to Darcos Newman. They lived a moral and faithful life until the death angel came and took him. They both joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in 1936. He had his fellowship at Samaria, so the church has lost a good faithful member. The community has also lost a real friend and a good neighbor who was always visiting them in sickness and trying to comfort them in trouble. On that sad December morning his daughter had to stand back and give up the best friend they had in this world. The best of all that father told us all was that he had seen his home and that his way was clear. So I feel that his soul is resting around the throne of God awaiting the redemption of his body. Father always believed in the doctrine of, Ye must be born again. So now children I want you all to fall out with sin and be born again then we can live with father again forever. May God bless poor old Sister Darcos for the good tender care she did for him. I have a hope in my heart of meeting my precious father again. Father always taught us children to do the right thing and to be good to one another and to lend a helping hand to the poor. His good counsel is in my heart today. Father was well loved by all who knew him. Our loss is great but I feel that our loss is his eternal gain. In closing I will say to all the children to prepare to meet our good old father s my best advice.
His daughter and your sister in Christ, Mina Frazure

Hall, Rev. E. H.- better known as Hiram Hall, son of W. J. Hall and Ritter Bowling. E. H. Hall was born August 5, 1872. Departed this life June 15, 1943, age 71 years, 10 months and 10 days. He educated himself as a school teacher and taught some few years. At the age of about 20 he was married to Nancy Evelyn Johnson. To that union were born 5 children, four girls and one boy. His wife, Evelyn, departed this life January 20, 1899.After a short time, he found that it was not good to be alone and was married to Marthy Johnson and to this union were born 11 children, six of which were still births, the other five still living. Hiram was converted at the age of 22 years and was baptized at the hands of Rev. William Cook and united with the Rebecca Church of Old Regular Baptist, and very soon after he united with the Church. He claimed a call to the Gospel Ministry, and was soon ordained and set apart by prayer and the laying on of hands to preach the glorious Gospel of the Son of God. In this most noble profession he labored for about fifty years, suffering at many times hardships that were hard to bear, but under it all he stood as a good Soldier of Him who had called him to such a high calling deeming him worthy to preach the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus Christ, our Lord. As a minister, he was liked in all the fields where he labored preaching the gospel and as a citizen there was no man living that was any more willing to accommodate his neighbors than he was. He served as Moderator of some of the churches of his faith for several years. He was called on to help preach many funerals and was always responding with all willingness to do all that he could to comfort those that mourned over departed loved ones. He was a constant visitor at the bedside of the sick and dying. During his last few years he was stricken down with a stroke, from which he never recovered. In all his sickness he was very patient. His life was like a majestic mountain, That towered up and reached the sky, And like a smiling, flowing fountain, That gladdened every passerby. As he neared his last end there came a very sweet calm of happiness over him as he viewed these old sunny hills for the last time. Very soon after this he heard the summons calling him to come to the house not made with hands eternally in the heavens. To this summon he gladly answered and safely crossed over the barrier.
Mrs. Della Chandler

Huff, Mary Bradley - was born September 10, 1876 and departed this life April 9, 943. She was the daughter of Bill and Martha Collins and was married to Butler Bradley in 1891.To this union were born nine children, 4 boys and 5 girls which are all still living. She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church on Caney Creek about 25 years ago. She had her fellowship in the Old Caney Fork Church at the time of her death. She loved to hear the gospel preached. It seemed to lighten the troubles of this life and cheer her up. Mother had many sorrows to undergo as she journeyed through life. About 25 years ago she worried so much when I was in foreign countries in World War I. She prayed for me day and night for my safe return and it looks like the good Lord answered her prayers. In a few years she had to give up her husband which brought great grief. She married Allen Huff several years after and in her old days this cruel war of 1942 brought trouble again. She had to give up her baby boy to go and fight for our country. Looks like mother had done more praying for her children than any mother I know in this community. She prayed for my brother who is somewhere in foreign lands as long as she lived. I sometimes think this last trouble hastened her death, perhaps many years. I could hear her praying as I came from work. I tried to comfort her best I could. She grew feebler and finally unable to go about. I tried to take her to church all I could and sometimes she would try to go when she could hardly sit up. She said it had done her so much good she would go if she had to die on the way a few days before she died. She told me she felt like there was nothing she had to fear and was ready to die. She said she could die satisfied if she could only get to see Glyden before she went. She called me to her bedside and told me to be a good boy and talked to the rest of the children and told them to pray. I believe her soul is at rest with Jesus and the song that says, "You will never know how much you will miss your mother till she is gone. "The church has a vacant seat, a place empty in our hearts and home which can never be filled. My advice now is to one and all, think upon your way and try to meet mother again some day.
Her son, Green Bradley

Johnson, Rissie-By request of the family I will now try in my weakness to write a short obituary of our beloved sister in the Lord, Rissie Johnson. She was the daughter of Willie and Bertie Johnson and was born October 9, 1918 and deceased this life September 11, 1943 at the age of 24 years, 11 months and 2 days. Sister Rissie was employed as a nurse with the Stumbo Hospital for about 18 months. While working there. She became afflicted with that dreadful disease, tuberculosis and grew worse and worse. She resorted to all the medical aid possible and some few months before she passed away she was sent to Asheville, N. C, and stayed there until a short time before her death. After returning to her home some of the Christian people called Campbellites began to visit her and talked to her and telling her that she ought to let them baptize her or she could not be saved. She said she had been praying for a long time and felt that the burden of sin was all gone. She said she went to sleep that night praying to see the church. She said she saw Elder Jerry Hall in the vision and she wanted him to baptize her. So she sent for Elder Jerry Hall to come and hold a meeting for her on August 28, 1943. Elders Jerry Hall, Lee Moore and Bro. Bud Johnson held a meeting at her home and in the close of the meeting she gave her little feeble hand to become a member of the church after giving a nice and wonderful experience. She wanted to be baptized into the fellowship of the Joppa Church so we carried her to the waterside and Elders Jerry Hall, Lee Moore, Deacons T. H. Hall, Brack Hall, Bro. Bud Johnson baptized her on a little bed. The writer can truthfully say she was the happiest little creature, ever seen baptized. A few words to the family, Sister Rissie leaves her father and mother, 4 sisters and 3 brothers to mourn her loss, but I feel that their loss is her eternal gain. Now that sister is gone if you all ever expect to see her again you must look to the same God that Sister Rissie looked to and repent of your sins and be born again.    Brack Hall

Johnson, Sarah-It is with a sad and broken heart I attempt to write a short obituary of my dear mother, Sarah Johnson. She was the daughter of Henry and Liza Thornsbury. She was born August 26, 1886 and departed this life April 27, 1943. She was married to E. L. Johnson in the year of 1902 and unto this union were born eleven children, nine boys and two girls, eight of whom are still living. Three boys preceded her in death, two in infancy, one 22 years of age. One was in North Africa in the service of our country at the time of mother's death. Mother joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Providence some thirty years ago and lived a faithful life until death. Being- afflicted with that dreadful disease, T.B., was unable to attend but few meetings for the last twenty years. She prayed for the Lord to take her away out of her suffering but she hated to leave her children and dear husband who so faithfully stood by her through all her long suffering in this world. We never realized how much we would miss dear mother until she was gone. Children, if we ever see mother again we must repent of our sins, look to the same Jesus mother did. I know dad misses her more than any of us for he was always at home with her after his day's work was done, but we feel very sure our loss is her eternal gain. Written by her daughter, Myrtle Johnson

Justice, Martha-I will try to write a short sketch of the life of my dear mother. She was the daughter of Joe and Sarah Judde. She was born August 16, 1870 and was married to Jerry Justice on the 5th day of January, 1888 and departed this life June 2, 1943. Unto this union were born thirteen children, nine girls and four boys. Four girls preceded her in death, leaving father and nine children and a host of friends to mourn their loss. I feel sure that our loss was her eternal gain. Mother joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about thirty years ago and lived a faithful member until death. Mother had her fellowship at Mother's Home Church. She was faithful to fill her seat. Mother enjoyed in going to meetings and to be with her good brothers and sisters. She was loved by a'.l that knew her. Mother is badly missed in the Mother's Home Church. I feel sure that Mother's Home Church can say with clear , heart that they have lost one of the best members they ever had. It is with sad heart to think that I never can go home again and hear mother talk about her blessed Jesus and to tell about the sweet dreams and visions. She saw that I had no doubt about mother's destiny. Mother is not dead but is just sleeping until the great day of the Lord when mother will awake with many others and will come forth from the grave and will be changed from a natural body to a spiritual body and go to heaven to be with her Lord and His angels. And a word to the rest of the children, we have lost the best friend we ever had on earth, so dear children, let us all try to keep mother's good advice and try to meet her in that heavenly home on high where those who meet will part no more.Her funeral will be preached the first Sunday in June, 1944 by Elders Bill Martin, Bill Hall, Milford Adams, Jack Thomas, Bert Newsom, Anthony Hamilton and others.
Written by her unworthy son, Elbert Justice

Martin, John D.-It becomes my very sad duty as a son to write an obituary of my own very dear father, John D. Martin, whose death has greatly grieved my heart. Yet at the same time when I think of the life that he lived and the great faith and hope he expressed in God and His Son Jesus Christ it rejoices my very heart and soul that I who cherish a like faith and hope in the same God and the same Christ, to be able to write these words. It is an added joy because I feel that I was in some measure instrumental in leading my father to make a complete surrender of his heart and life to the Lord Jesus Christ. My saddest thoughts are that I was not present when he was buried with Christ in baptism was at his bedside when his dear precious soul took its flight to be with that Christ forever more. But I have the assurance that I shall join them as well as sister who awaits me. Father was born September 26, 1859. He died March 4, 1943. He was married to Anna Turner. They were blessed with four children. One daughter, Mrs. Douglas Hays, died November 30, 1928. Three sons, all of whom are still living and also eleven precious grandchildren. He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about four years ago. He was baptized by Reverend Alex Allen and Malcolm Wright assisting. The last ten years of his life were spent almost in continued illness which prevented him attending church as he would liked to have. My father was noted throughout Eastern Kentucky for his genial disposition, sincere loyalty to his host of friends, kind hospitality and his supreme love and devotion to his family and to his people. No person was ever turned away from his home hungry or denied a helping hand. He practiced that great Christian truth, "Whatsoever ye would that men do to you, do ye also likewise unto them." He was a great believer in that precious truth, "Ye must be born again," which has assured him the glorious victory of eternal life with God and with Christ who suffered and died upon the cross for his sins and was raised again for his justification. In conclusion I want to pay tribute to my dear precious mother, also my brother for their continued unswerving love and devotion to him during his long period of sickness until the very last moment of his life. Mother was ever at his bedside ministering to his every want and need. He was constantly showing his love and appreciation and assuring her that he was going to a better home and when the time came he passed into eternity with clapping hands and a smile on his clear face.
Rebel Martin

Martin, Rebecca Wallen - was born July 20, 1856 and departed this life January 30, 1937 at the age of 80 years, 6 months and 10 days. She was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Baxter Wallen and was married to Jackson Martin in 1874 and to this union were born five children, four boys and one girl. Two of her children and her husband preceded her in death and two are still living, one having died since her death. Sister Martin joined the Old Regular Baptist Church on Caney Creek about 54 years ago. She was baptized by Brother Lindsey Mosley and had her fellowship in the Old Caney Fork Church at the time of her death and made it her church home all her Christian life. She lived a neighbor to my parents and ever since I can remember I had known her and she had been almost a mother to me. If it had not been for her kind and loving affections for her friends I might not have been living today. I can with a free goodwill recommend her life as an example for the young women and sisters in the church to pattern after. All the years of her Christian life she proved faithful and true to her Saviour, always filled her seat when she was able. I would rather hear her shout and praise the Lord as to hear any preaching her boys and daughter and daughter-in-laws would help her to church when she could not go alone. She often talked to me about her children and said all she could do was to give them good counsel. I believe with all my heart when she left this world the angels carried her soul to heaven. In her last days after her husband died she made her home with her children until death. This community has lost one of its best mothers, the church one of its true and faithful members. She leaves her children and grandchildren and brothers and sisters naturally and spiritually and a large host of friends to mourn their earthly loss. So children, if you ever see your mother again you must serve the same God your mother served. So hoping God will save you all.          Green Bradley

McCloud, Betty -It is with much sadness that I try to write a short obituary of Sister Betty McCloud. She was the wife of W. J. McCloud and to this union were born 9 children. Five boys: Bob, of Knoxville, Tenn.; Taylor, of Mount Hope, W. Va.; Mack of Drift, Ky.; John of Butter, Tenn., and Herbert of McDowell, Ky. Four girls: Ettie, deceased; Minnie, of Drift, Ky.; Amerzie, of McDowell, Ky., and Louise, of Elizabethton, Tenn. She first joined the Missionary Baptist and lived about 47 years with them. She joined Old Beaver Church of Old Regular Baptist about 5 years ago and being so faithful and she lost 47 years of joy while living away from home. On March 4, 1943 the death angel came and called our sweet good precious mother away. Oh, how we miss her. The writer had known her for several years and was with her in her sickness and knew how faithful she was and how much we all missed her company and oh, how lonely Bro. W. J. McCloud seems to be but will say she Is in a state of blessedness as she rests from her labors and her works. Do follow her. She had a dream about two years before she died of dying and could look back and see her body and knew who preached her funeral: Bros. M. C. Wright, Bro. E. H. Howard and Bro. Aaron Pack. She talked often of her future home as she now sleeps in the grave waiting the redemption of her body and we believe we can all see her in that redeemed crowd from all the ends of the earth and know her what a joyful reunion our sorrow will-be gone and full joy will be given. I will say to her children who are out in this world of sin, you know you want to see mama again and be with her. If so believe in Jesus and repent or that can never be and I will say to her husband, Bro. W. J., just a few days of sorrow and sadness in this world for you and me we must go through the valley and shadow of death and can see and be with your sweet, loving companion again to never part as death shall be banished, his scepter be gone and will say to those of her good neighbors that were with us in sorrows and helped us, may God reward you and your family for all you have done. Her funeral is to be preached the 3rd Sunday in August, 1944 on Simpson Martin Branch near Beaver Church. Ministers to attend: Brothers Jerry Hall, Aaron Pack, E. H. Howard and M. C. Wright.
Written by your brother in hope at the request of the children, M. C. WRIGHT.

Moore, Bets-It is with a sad heart that I try to write a sketch of my dear mother, Bets Moore. She departed this life January 3, 1943 at the age of 60 some odd years. She didn't know just how old she was. Father died October 16, 1935. Mother was the daughter of Green Stumbo. She remained a widow after father died and lived with her baby boy. She was the mother of 14 children. Five of them preceded her in death and in 3 days after she passed away her son, John fell asleep. That left only 4 boys and 4 girls to mourn their loss of a good mother. She belonged to the Old Regular Baptist Church. She held her fellowship at Old Beaver Church. She was loved by all who knew her. One good thing I can say mother didn't have to suffer long. She left home well and went out to Little Rosa Church. She walked all the way out. On Sunday when church broke her son, Walker, was there ready to take her to her son's, Grover, where she was going to stay a night or two. When he got up there he stopped the car for her to get out. She said, "1 can't get out." So Walker ran around the car and pulled her out and she seemed to be suffering so she began praying to die. They carried her in a chair over to Grover's porch and she said to Aunt Leete, "Lord, worrying over my son will be the cause of my death." It was her baby boy who had been called away from her to the army. He lacked a few days, being gone a month when the Lord blessed her and took her from us children. It almost broke my heart when the news reached me. Mother was just alive but the saddest of all was when I got down there, mother couldn't speak to me and her hands were folded. I believe I will see her again. She always was a good mother to give her children good counsel. She always wanted them to live a good life and never do any wrongs. I believe worrying- over her son caused her heart to fail her. She looked up at Walker and said, "Son, I have to leave you, but don't worry over me."
Written by her daughter, Zellie Hamilton

Moore, Elder Linzy was born January 30, 1877 and died February IS, 1943, being 66 years, 18 days old. In 1901 he met and married Susie Moore and to this union were born 11 children, seven girls and four boys. Four girls died, three in infancy. He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about thirty-eight years ago and began preaching after exercising a public gift for sixteen years. He was ordained in 1921 at the Old Beaver Church where his fellowship was when he died. He was an old time preacher, never fancied new doctrine or styles. He always told his brethren and sisters to love one another and live right and contend for the old way. Oh, how we miss him at our home and neighborhood, and at church also. He was willing to go anywhere to attend funerals and burials, especially among the poor and their homes. He went far and near, through the cold and heat. He believed in one church, one God and one way to heaven. In his last days he had an awful stroke of paralysis, and was called away by the death angel. He is now sleeping till that great and notable day of the Lord, when the Lord will come and gather his jewels from the earth, then the mortal must put on an immortal and be changed from a natural body to a spiritual body and go to a real heaven where there are no wars, nor sorrows and troubles to bear. But love and joy and peace forever and ever I will say to the children that if you will practice what your dad preached, you too can go there where parting will be no more. So may the Lord have mercy on you all and may the snow and rain fall soft on his grave till that blessed day.
Written by a brother in hope, J. M. Moore  Gearheart, Ky.

Owens, James-It is with sadness of heart that I try to write a short obituary of a dearly loved brother to wit: James Owens, born August 8, 1872 and deceased this life August 23, 1942. He was born in Breathitt County, Kentucky and moved to this county about 50 years ago. He was the son of Bill and Sallie Owens. He was married to Lulie Slone in early manhood and to this union were born five children, three sons and two daughters. All are living to mourn their loss of a dear father. He also leaves his widow to mourn her loss. As long as the writer knew he had been a preacher of the gospel for about thirty or forty years. He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in early manhood but went with the United Baptist and joined himself to a church known as the Beech Branch Church, a branch in disorder and stood as their moderator for several years. He finally told the brothers of that church that he was going back home to the. Regular Baptist. I have seen him rejoicing in the spirit many times in the Cold Spring Church of which he was moderator when the death summons came and called him away. He believed in keeping a clean house for the Lord. So I feel our loss is his eternal gain. I have known him ever since I was a small boy and always found him giving good advice to all. We of the Cold Spring Church sure have missed him since he was called away. So dear brothers and sisters when it goes well with pray for aged widow that God would still keep and strengthen her to go on in the good old way. One of his sons has joined the Old Regular Baptist Church. Oh, how the old brother did rejoice at this good news. This obituary is getting too long so I will close by saying, brothers of the Old New Salem Association, let's all pray that God will bring peace to us again. Please excuse my awkward way of writing this obituary.
Written by a brother in the Lord, S. M. Owsley

Shepherd, Vicie J.-It is with a sad and broken heart I try to write a sketch of my dear loving mother, Vicie Shepherd, the daughter of Ruben Marshall and Katie Marshall. Mother was born December 4, 1S59 and deceased July 23, 1943 at the age of 83 years, 7 months and 19 days. She was married to Albert Shepherd in 1875. To this union were born nine children, five boys and four girls. Four are dead, leaving five to mourn her loss. Her husband has been dead for about 19 years. Mother joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in the year of 1893 and lived a faithful soldier until death. She went to church as long as she was able. They would come and have church for her. She would shout and praise God. She was ill for several years. She would say she hated to be of any trouble to any one. I did all I could for mother. I would pray to the Lord to enable me to wait on her. He answered my prayers. Mother was very ill four days before her death. She called her mother and sister before she died. She said it looked like they would come and reached her hands out like she saw them. The night before she died she called for all of her children. They were all by when she died. My husband stood by her when she was dying. She died in her right mind, talked and trying to slap her hands as long as she could. God bless mother. I will never forget her. Her seat is vacant in our home but I feel she has filled a seat in heaven. I hope to meet mother in the glory land where there will be no more parting or trouble and rest forever.
Written by her daughter, Millie Vanderpool

Sword, Altie-It is with much sadness that I attempt to write a short sketch of the life of a beloved sister to wit: Altie Sword. She was born in the year of 1913 and died May 14, 1943. She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in 1938 and lived a Christian life. She was married to Marion Sword in 1933. To this union were born six children, four of them preceded her in death. She leaves two children and one brother, one sister and a husband and a host of friends to mourn their loss. We believe our loss is heaven gain for her. Sister Altie had her fellowship at the Little Rosie Church. You never heard Sister Altie say a word about anybody in the way of talking about them. She told her husband before she died not to worry about her and that she was going to a better home. So I believe her soul is resting around the altar of God awaiting the morning of the resurrection of the body. It will be a complete body and it will be made whole. Sister Altie's suffering is ceased. She is well again. I want to say to her relatives if they want to see Sister Altie any more, they will have to be born again and live the life that Sister Altie lived. There are many good things that I could say about Sister Altie but fear that I make this obituary too long. Sister Altie's funeral will be preached the third Saturday and Sunday in May, 1944 by Elders Tack Hall, Shelby Newsome, Troy Nickels, Willie Collins and Bill Martin.
Written by her sister in hope of eternal life, Peggy Collins

Tackett, Anna-By request of my friends I shall try to write an obituary of our dearly beloved sister in the Lord, Anna Tackett, the daughter of Will and Elizabeth Elswick. She was born April 26, 1873, deceased April 20, 1943 at the age of about 70 years. She was married to John Tackett April 12, 1894. To this union were born twelve children, eight boys and four girls. Three of the children died in infancy. Her husband and nine children are left to mourn the loss of a dear beloved wife and mother. Sister Anna joined the Longfork Church of Old Regular Baptist May 30, 1909 and was baptized the following Sunday by W. M. Osborne. She was a true and faithful member until her death. I am sure her church misses her but we feel she just went on to fill her seat in heaven. She was sick for some time before she died. During this time she would often call the preaching brethren to preach for her. She was a loving mother and her children treated her with the most high respect. I feel from the life Sister Anna lived that our loss is her eternal gain. When we see her again she will not be afflicted but she will be able to give the "Lord that never ending praise that justly belongs to Him. Although the children miss their mother they still have that pleasant feeling that she is resting from her labors, resting where troubles and toils are over. Her funeral will be preached the 4th Saturday and Sunday in June, 1944. Everybody is invited to attend.
Lillian H. Little

Tackett, Mary-At the request of her son, Joe Tackett, I will now make the attempt to write an obituary of a clear beloved sister in the Lord to wit: Mary Tackett. She was born about 1865 and died in August, 1943 at the age of 73 years. She joined the church in 1904. She had 2 sisters and 1 brother. She belonged to the Old Regular Baptist Church for many years and she was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Craig Hamilton. Mr. Craig was well loved by everybody that knew him. She was married to Epson Tackett and to this union were born 2 boys and they are living and her husband and they are left behind to grieve and mourn her death. We should humbly bow to the will to say the Lord gives 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 Mary underwent much sorrow and trouble in this world during her stay in this world. She was afflicted during most of her life in this world but seemed to bear her afflictions with patience and never lost sight of that home for which she earnestly sought. We believe when death entered her home and seized upon her weak and feeble body and slew it that her soul was ready to fly to paradise leaving her body in care of her husband and children and friends carrying her to the grave where she chose to be buried and to remain until called for by the God in heaven. She earnestly trusted for the salvation of her soul. Just before she passed away she said she saw a little baby in the bed with her. She said it was the prettiest baby she ever saw and said her brother, Taylor and sister, Seney, came and shook hands with her and I believe this was the little child, Jesus. She told them not to worry about her and that there was nothing in her way the Lord will take her to rest. She was in fellowship with the Old Samaria Church of Old Regular Baptists where she remained in fellowship with the brethren and sisters until death. Now this sister had to die and go away from all the earth in answer to the great God who said that all living must die and return to the dust. Biding her husband, children and grandchildren farewell news return to the old home any more a good and kind mother gone for whom many tears have been shed. She had many friends that loved her. Old Samaria Church can say 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 and children and grandchildren, you all remember the many years that she lived on this earth together, now she is gone and left you all lonely in this world, my advice is pursue after her and try to meet her in a better world where parting" will be no more and 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? Did mother ask you to promise her that you would, if so begin now to ask God to help you get ready for you know not what day that death will overtake you. I believe 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. The writer of this obituary went and saw her while she was alive and her children and grandchildren waited on her very well while she was sick. They were very good to her and I want to say to all the children and grandchildren that wept so much when she died, the brethren and I preached over her and I want to say to you all to get ready to meet dear old sister where there is no sorrow, nor pain to bear and where we need not the light of the sun. How happy are the saints above who once went a sorrowing here but now they taste unmingled love and joy without a tear. So may God bless us all to keep us 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.
Written by your little unworthy, humble brother in hope of eternal life, Squire Hamilton

Tackett, Mary Jane-It is with a sad and broken heart that I attempt to write a short obituary of my dear companion to wit: Mary Jane Tackett. She was born September 23, 1898 and was the daughter of Eli and Jane Tackett. She was married to Leonard Tackett July 9, 1914 and unto them thirteen children were born, five boys and eight girls. All are living to mourn the loss of a good mother. Six girls and one boy have married leaving six at home with me. She was taken ill July 17, 1943 and was shortly taken to the hospital at Pikeville, Ky., and was there about one week. The doctors all decided she had cancer of the liver and there was nothing they could do for her. Then she was brought home and by her request I had the brethren to have evening meeting by her bedside on Saturday, July 31, 1943 and at the close of the meeting she gave Elder M. W. Burke her trembling hand to become a member of the church she loved so well and told a wonderful experience of grace and was baptized the next day on a cot bed by Elder M. W. Burke, assisted by-Elder Jessie Hampton. (Deacons) Bro. Brack Hall, Bro Kelly Osborne, Bro. Marion Hall. She requested her membership be in the Longfork Church where I have my membership and her blessed old lather who has been a deacon for many years. On that lonesome night of August 15, 1943 just after midnight she passed away from this veil of tears. According to her dying words she is now enjoying that home that she and I talked so much about. I want to say to all my children if you ever expect to see your loving mother again, you will have to turn your back to sin and your faces towards heaven and repent of your sins and be born again. Then I believe you can go where mother is. So dear brothers and sisters, pray for me and my six orphan children at home. Her funeral will be preached on the fifth Saturday and Sunday in July, 1944 by Elders M. W. Burke, J. B. Hamilton, Willie Collins, Aaron Pack and Jerry Hall and others on the little grave yard.
Written by her broken hearted husband, Leonard Tackett

Terry, Susan-With a sad attempt I will try and write a short sketch of my dear grandmother, Susan Terry, born March 7, 1861. She died December 31, 1942. She belonged to the Caney Pork Church so long I can't remember and filled her seat as long as she was able to. She was a good old fashioned grandma and was loved by all that knew her. She had one son and lots of friends to mourn their loss. She always gave me good advice and I miss her lots, but I hope I will meet her in heaven.   Written by her broken-hearted granddaughter and sister in the Lord, I hope, May Combs

Watson, Martha - was born October 22, 1869. She died October 3, 1942 at the age of 73 years. She was the wife of Bro. Henry Watson. To this union were born 3 children, 2 boys and one girl. Two boys are still living. She was a member of the Old Regular Baptist Church for about 28 years. Being a member of the Caney Fork Church she was faithful to fill her seat as long as she was able to go, but finally she was taken sick with cancer which finally killed her. She bore her sickness with patience. So we believe that she lived faithfully until death and our loss of a dear mother on earth was her eternal gain in heaven. So boys, if you want to see mother again, repent and believe in the Lord this side of the square for beyond this life will be too late.
Sherman Slone