New Salem Association of Old Regular Baptists of Jesus Christ
Of The One Hundred and Twenty-Seventh Annual Session
1952

September 26, 27, and 28

OBITUARIES

Transcribed by Terry Triplett

Collins, Rachel-With my heart filled with sorrow I will write a few words about a good mother, to-wit: Rachel Collins who was born in 1866, and departed this life February 4, 1952, being near 86 years old at her death.  She was married to Lewis Collins near 1892 and to this union were born four sons of which two died in infancy, and one after reaching adult age.  Mother leaves two boys to mourn her loss, and a number of grand children.  Mother came to the Steele’s Creek Church and told the Brethren and Sisters what great things the Lord had done for her, and the Church feeling the same way, the Brethren received her and she was baptized with father on the 3rd day of July 21 by Elder J.C. Mosley and Elder A.L. Allen.  Mother lived her life according to her profession.  She always told us boys she had a home up in heaven where no heart breaks would ever come.  She so often told me to meet her u there. Mother was faithful to fill her seat, and to care for her children.  Mother, Oh Mother, how I miss you in my home.  Mother told me just a few days before she went away, she said to me, “Woots, I want you to have my funeral preached the same time papa’s is preached”.  I said mother, if that is what you want that is what we will have done. Written by her oldest son. Woots Hicks.

Bradley, Catherine-It is with much sadness and will write a short sketch of the life of a dear sister,   Catherine Bradley, who was the daughter of Albert and Vicie Shepherd.  She was married to Taylor Bradley August 30, 1922.  She was born May 15, 1891, deceased December 14, 1951.  She leaves a husband and four children to mourn her loss, Lanil, Henry, Helen, Ruben and a host of friends.  She fell and broke her leg September 14 and was taken to the Paintsville Hospital and the cast was put on.  She lay for three months and punished all the time.  She would say she never would get well, she said she would die.  Said mother would be at the pearly gates to let her in.  She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in 1931, and lived a good life until death angels took her away.  After she got so low she couldn't speak, she would raise her hands toward heaven and slap them.  She was loved by all who knew her, I believe when Jesus comes Sister will be in the first number to come from the grave and meet the Lord in the air. I'll say to her husband and children, if you ever want to see mother again, fallout with sin and live for Jesus.  Every time my husband would go to see her she would want him to sing and pray.  Seems like her punishment would cease while singing and praying.  I believe she is with daddy and mother and all our loved ones. Written by a broken hearted sister, Millie Vanderpool.

Brown, Maggie Roberts-was born in the state of Virginia, April 4, 1866 and resided there until her married at the age of about 20, to Neil Roberts. She and her husband remained together until his death December 14, 1935.  To them was born the following children; five son, Henry, Alex, Cleve, Johnny, and George Roberts.  Eight daughters, Dulcena, Victoria, Martha, Hannah, Allie, Amanda, Celia, and Lila.  Of these children, six have preceded her in death, Martha, Hannah, Allie, Alex, Cleve and Henry.  Maggie and Neil had 69 grandchildren and 84 great grandchildren.  She was baptized into the Fellowship of the Old Regular Baptist Church in 1907 by Tom Hopkins.  She lived a Christian life for 45 years and Neil Roberts, her husband, who is also a member of the Regular Baptist Church 46 years.  He also was baptized by Tom Hopkins. The last week she lived, in her conversation with the children, she asked the Lord to take her away.  She said he had shown her she was as good as He wanted her to be.  She felt the Lord has forgiven her and come into her life at the age of 18, in 1844.  The evening before her death, she told us children she was as a little child and was as good as God wanted her to be. She was conscious of her condition and knew that she would soon crossover to that beautiful land, where there will be no more sickness or sorrow. I know we have lost a wonderful mother but our loss is heaven's gain.
Written by a daughter, Victoria Mullins. 

Burke, Martha -It is with a sad heart I write an obituary of a beloved sister, Martha Burke, the daughter of Eli Tackett and Jane Hamilton Tackett.  She was born April 28, 1903, deceased this life December 30, 1951, age 48 years, eight months and two days.  She was married to Simon Burke and to this union was born 11 children, 10 of them still living to mourn her loss. I want to say to the dear husband and children and other relatives, I feel our loss is Sister Martha's eternal and great gain in heaven.  Sister Martha joined the Long Fork Church of Old Regular Baptist and was baptized in a chair by Elders M.V. Burke, Jesse Hampton and, Sid Hudson, the fourth Sunday in April 1948.  Sister Martha had been very ill for several years.  She prayed almost without ceasing for her children. So dear husband and children, if you ever expect to see Sister Martha again, you must repent and be born again, as Jesus said to Nicodemus “except a man be born again he can not see Kingdom of God”.  So dear children, if you ever see mother it will be in the kingdom of God, were there will be no dying, no farewells and no parting, were God's children can be together forever and ever. Your brother in hope, M.V. Burke 

Carlton, Thomas P. -was born in Tennessee April 8, 1898, and deceased August 27, 1952, age 63 years, 4 months and 19 days. He was the son of J.R. and Melisa J. Humphrey Carlton, both of whom proceeded him in death. On September 29, 1920, he was married to Arizona Tackett.  To this union was born four sons, two of which proceeded him in death.  Charlie Lee died on August 19, 1929 and Edgar, died on March 30, 1948.  He is survived by two sons, Clyde C. of Dayton, Ohio and Sgt. James E. Carlton in the Armed Forces in Japan. On March 20, 1939 he was married to Ida Banks who preceded him in death on July 29, 1950. He is also survived by one brother James Carlton of Virginia City, Virginia.  He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in June 1952 at the Longfork Church and was baptized by Elders Mark Burke and Troy Nickles, and took his Fellowship at the Joppa Church the first Saturday in July, and lived a faithful member until death. The Joppa Church has loss another good member, but our loss is his eternal gain.  The writer can truthfully say that Brother Tom lived a humble life for many years before he joined the Old Church. I could write many good words about the life of Brother Carlton, but time and space won’t permit.  Just a few words to his two sons, boys, if you ever want to see daddy again, you will have to fall out with sin, and be born again. Written by a brother in hope, Brack Hall. 

Caudill, John Henry-I will now try with the help of God to write a short obituary of a brother in the Lord two-wit John Henry Caudill.  He was born March 31, 1911, departed this life October 19, 1951.  He was married to Lealie Sloan, September 29, 1933.  To this union was born two children one boy and one girl to mourn his loss, but we trust that our loss is his eternal gain.  He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church April 12, 1949 and took his Fellowship with the Little Rock Church and lived a faithful life until death came and took him away.  The last time I ever saw him alive, he gave me his little feeble hand and said to me, pray for me.  He would say you ought to come and stay more with me, it seems like I rest better when my good brothers and sisters come to talk with me.  He told his wife, just before he died that he viewed Heaven and it was real.  He said it is just as real up there as the Earth is here and asked his wife to meet him in heaven.  I've so often seen him start out to church when he wasn't hardly able to get over to the road where he could get a ride.  From the life he lived I have a hope of meeting him in the upper and better world where there will be no parting. Written by a brother in hope, Henry Hale  (no picture)

Collins, John-I will now comply with a request of the family of Brother John Collins to write an obituary of a precious brother who was born January 29, 1880, deceased February 14, 1952, age 72 years and 16 days.  He was the son of the late Will Collins and Martha Collins.  He was married to Lida Prater and unto this union was born two children, both girls.  One girl proceeded him in death and his wife also later on.  He was married to Margaret Hicks and to this union was born 12 children, 4 boys and 8 girls, two boys and one girl preceded him in death, leaving his wife and nine children to mourn his loss.  We feel our loss is his eternal gain.  Brother John joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Balls Fork the fourth Saturday in August 1943, and live faithfully until death.  Brother John was affected with that dreadful disease TB.  He bore his sickness with patients.  He always filled his seat in the church as long as he was able to go, and after he was past going he would call his brethren and to have meetings for him at his home.  I want to say to Sister Margaret, just press on it won’t be long until you can see Brother John again.  We will all be with him soon.  To his children, you all did all you could to keep father with you but the good Lord saw fit to call him home. Now I want to say to you children to not forget the good advice father gave you while he was with you and fall out with sin before it is too late and close in with the offers of mercy with God before it is to late and you can see your father again where parting will never more come.  So I must close this obituary as it is getting long. Written by your Brother in hope, Rich Smith. 

Collins, Lewis-With a sad heart I will write a few words about my good step to wit: Lewis Collins, who was born in 1874, departed this life August 20, 1950, being near 76 years old.  Father was married to Rachel Moore near the year of 1892.  To this union was born four children of which two died in infancy and one after reaching adult age.  Father leaves one step son, and one son.  Father joined the Old Regular Baptist Church July 3, 1921, baptized by Elder J.C. Mosley and Elder A.L. Allen, having his fellowship in Steel’s Creek Church.  Father lived his profession day by day, as he grew older the more humble he seemed to be.  Father filled his seat as often as his health would permit.  He always gave us boys good advice, and often told us he felt he had a good home in heaven.  Father was a in the world’s goods, but I believe he was a rich man in the sight of God.  He left us boys no riches in this world, but left us a sign that is worth more than all the riches in the world.  He had been in fading health for a long time.  When we first saw he was so near leaving us was on Saturday morning of the Old Caney Fork Church meeting time, while he was sitting in the church house, and he never was back to the Caney Church anymore.  Written by his broken hearted step son, Woots Hicks.

Damron, Amos-By the request of the beloved family all write an obituary of a lonely boy, to wit; Amos Damron, born May 8, 1912.  He entered the Armed Forces of his Country March 23, 1952 and was assigned to Co. C. 401st Glider Inf.  101st Airborne Division and was killed in action in Belgium December 25, 1944. He left a father and mother, seven brothers and two sisters to mourn his loss.  But we feel that the same God that can hear and answer prayers here in Kentucky was able to hear his cries in Belgium and if he got one prayer to that throne, his soul is in heaven today with God and the Angels.  I will say to the brothers and sisters a little Amos, call upon the Lord while he is near, seek Him while He may be found.  To the father and mother, Brother Bas Damron and Sister Kate, just pray on, your redemption is drawing nigh.  Jesus is coming to take all of them home, that love and serve him, so may the good Lord let you live to see your children repent and come to the old church before you leave this world. Written by your brother in hope of eternal life Bertram Damron. 

Damron, Louisa-The grass withers; the flower fadeth away, but the word of our God stands forever.  Sister Louisa Damron was born December 25, 1862.  She died October 15, 1951 at the age of 89 years, 9 months and 21 days.  She was the daughter of Joshua Swiney and Matilda Swiney.  She was married to James H. Damron in the year of 1878.  Unto this union was born eight children.  Her husband and three children preceded her in death.  Five children still live to mourn her loss.  Three of the children have professed a hope in Christ, the other two have not.  She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in May, 1916 and was baptized by Elder N.T. Hopkins.  She lived a devoted Christian life, always filling her seat as long as she was able.  She made her home with her son, James and her children did all they could for her.  There is no doubt in my mind that they would have kept mother with them but the good Lord said, “You have suffered long enough.  Come up here and live with me and the Angels were no more trouble nor sorrow can come”.  A few days before she died, she began to talk to some of her people who have been dead for several years and called them by name.  We believe she knew them when she talked with them.  We believe that people in their last hours see where they are going.  Sister Louise’s body is sleeping on the Bill Damron graveyard near the mouth of Shelby Creek.  On the morning of the resurrection, Sister Louise’s body will get up.  Then the soul and body will be reunited and it will be a spiritual body; the same size that went down into the grave.  I want to say to her grandchildren and to her people who are out in sin that Sister Louisa made it her choice to live with the Old Regular Baptist people all these years, then if she was willing to live with these with these people, why not you?  Mother is not dead but only sleeping; just waiting to hear our good Master say.  While the little bird so sweetly singing Mother's grave sinks safely away. Written by, Elder John A. Damron.

Fields, Martha-It is with a sad and unworthy feeling, that I try to write an obituary of a dear Sister in the Lord, Sister Martha Fields.  She was born may 17, 1875, deceased October 18, 1951, age 76 years,  months, one day.  She was the daughter of Eli and Susie Ray.   She was married to Marion Fields at the age of 16.  Unto this union were born 12 children eight boys and four girls.  Two girls and one boy preceded her in death.  She leaves her husband, nine children, 51 grandchildren, and 41 great grandchildren to mourn her loss.  She also leaves two brothers in this world, and many friends and relatives to mourn her loss.  But we feel that their loss is her great gain in heaven. Sister Martha joined the little Creek Church of Old Regular Baptist the fourth Sunday in August 1916, and was baptized by Elder N.T. Hopkins. The church has lost a good member.  The husband and children a good wife and mother.  But I believe her soul is at rest in the paradise of God waiting the redemption of her body when God shall call the sleeping dead from the grave. Then both soul and body will go to heaven.  I was with her many times during her illness.  She said, that God had a better home prepared for her.  I wish to say to her husband, I know this life is lonely for you but put your trust in God and you can meet your wife again.  I wish to say to her children, close in with the free offered mercy's of God before it is to late for you, and you can meet mother again. Jesus said look unto me, all ye ends of the earth, and be saved for I am God, and beside me there is none other. I am the last one that ever talked to her while she could speak.  Her talk was of getting well and going to church again.  The last preachers that she talked about was Brother Frank Hopkins, Willard Akers and Jack Thomas. There are many good things I could say about this good Sister but it would make this obituary too long.  So may God add his blessings to you all according to his will.
Written by a brother and sister in hope of eternal life, Cleveland Fields and Audrey Lee Gibson.

Gayhart, Mrs. Emiline-It is with a sad heart that I will try to write an obituary of a loving, aged and humble old grandmother, Emiline Gayhart who lived the humblest  life and showed the most love, for children and everybody else, and always lived as a Christian, and a brave soldier. She was the daughter of John and Rhoda Moore.  She was born November 29, 1847, died August 8, 1951, being 104 years, 9 months and 8 days old.  She was married to Kelse Gayhart who passed on 27 years ago, and unto this union was born eight children, two preceded her in death.  Grandma and 46 grandchildren and a great lot of great grandchildren.  Grandma joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Beaver Church, and has lived a faithful member for over 50 years, and she still was a faithful member when the death Angel called her home.  She had been pass going to church for about five years, but always talked about good meetings.  She had one whole sister and 5 half-sisters, and four half-brothers, still living.  She always cooked and wanted everyone to eat with her when they were around her, so with all my belief I will say that grandma is at rest, just waiting for that days when Jesus will come to call her body from the grave and fashion it like His glorious body.  I want to say to the children and grandchildren, if you ever want to see grandma again you must be born again, and God help us all to live much closer to Him and pressed on toward that heavenly goal, where we shall rest around his alter for ever and ever, is the sincere desire of the writer. Written by her granddaughter, Mrs. Hazel M. Case.  

Gayheart, Emiline-It is with much sadness that I write a short sketch of the life of my mother Emiline Gayheart. She was born September 16, 1860.  She departed this life August 6, 1951, making her stay on Earth about 91 years.  She was the daughter of the late John and Rhoda Moore.  She had for whole sisters, Delanie Mosley, Vinie Gayheart, Josephine Moore, Margarette Meade and Leete McCown; two whole brothers, Rube and General Moore; seven half sisters, Susie Moore, Rosie Stumbo, Vinie Lawson, Winnie Moore, Sallie Gayheart, Rebecca Gayheart, Rhoda Compton and Bertha Frazier; four half-brothers Cephas, Harry, Isom and Zollie Moore. Rube, General, Vinie Gayheart and Vina Lawson, Josephine, Margarette, Susie and Winnie preceded her in death.  Early in life she was married to Kelsie Gayheart and to this union were born eight children, Penn Gayheart, Prince, Kentucky; Lum Gayheart, McDowell, Kentucky; Susie Collins, Hi Hat, Kentucky; Rattie Collins, Blue Moon, Kentucky; Peggy McCown, Prestonsburg, Kentucky; Bettie Gayheart, Price, Kentucky; and two others and  husband preceded her in death. About 50 years ago mother met the Lord in pardon and remission of her sins, joined the Old Beaver Church of Regular Baptist, and remained a faithful member, although she was not able to attend church much later in life, she still never deviating from the Old Baptist faith. Dad died several years ago and mother still stayed at the old home place with her baby girl Rattie Collins who with her kind husband Will Collins took good care of her.  Mother was kind to everyone and was always glad to see people come, especially her brothers and sisters in the Lord.  I know the rest of the children will never forget how good Will and Rattie were to take care of mother. So far, there is just two of us children, following in mother's footsteps, sister Susie and me.  So I want to say to the rest of my brothers and sisters, it's time for you all to repent and believe in mother's God and tried to meet mother again.  Be caught up in the first resurrection with mother to meet the Lord in the air.  Just think about what the devil has to offer you, nothing but torment forever and forever.  For what is your life; it is even as a vapor on the water subject to be blown out any time. So I better close this obituary.  I've done the best I could by recollecting to write the truth, so I am waiting, hoping to meet you all in a better world.                  Written by her daughter, Mrs. Peggie McCowan.

Hall. John-With a sad and broken heart it now becomes my duty to write a sketch of the life of her dear father to-wit; John Hall.  He was the son of Elzie and Risie Hall.  He was born May 21, 1877, in Floyd County, departed this life June 20, 1952, making it stay on Earth 75 years and 20 days.  He joined the Little Dove Church of Old Regular Baptist, May 11, 1912, and was baptized by Elder Tom Mosley.  He was clerk of the church 30 years.  He lived a faithful member until death.  He was married to Eliza Damron about 1895.  And to this union was born three children, all still living.  He was later married to Helen Johnson in the year of 1902, and to this union was born 10 children, three children and one step-son proceeded him in death.  He leaves a widow and 7 children to mourn his loss but we feel our loss is his eternal gain.  He talked so much of the good things of God.  He prayed to die.  He said that he had a better home awaiting him. A few days before he died he said he saw Jesus, stating that he would be after him soon, he went so easy, just fell asleep in Jesus, waiting  for the resurrection, when all the saints of God will come from the grave.  Father was a brave soldier, he died at his post.  I feel some day that I will meet father and where there'll be no sad farewells.  He won't have any pain.  He will have a body like unto Christ’s glorious body.  I want to say to the children that is out there on the barren mountains of sin, if you ever want to see father again, you must fallout with sin, and live with Jesus.  His Memorial will be preached the fourth Saturday and Sunday in June 1953, by Elder Luther Conn, Ellis Moore, Baxter Osborne and F.A. Hopkins.
Written by his brokenhearted daughter and granddaughter, Virgie and Ethel Hunter. 

Hall, Zeula-It being the request of my brother-in-law I'll try in my weakness to write a sketch of the life of a dear wife, mother and sister to-wit, Zeula Hall. Zeula Hall was born, April 24, 1895, died December 21, 1951, age 56 years, 7 months, 25 days.  She was the daughter of Hiram Tackett and Martha Jane Tackett.  Sister Zeula married Ben Hall June 7, 1916.  To this union was born nine children.  Two children preceded her in death.  She left a dear husband, seven children, four sisters, five brothers, five grandchildren, to mourn her loss, and many friends.  We believe our loss is her again in heaven.  Sister and Zeula had two children who live in Michigan, one in Virginia, one son and Korea, one in Baltimore, Maryland She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church July 10, 1932, lived a faithful member until death.  She was loved by all who knew her.  She was stricken with arthritis in March 1944.  She stayed in bed almost 8 years before she passed away.  She bore her sickness with great patience.  She was always pleased to see her people and friends coming to see her.  She would have the preachers come and preach for her.  I have seen her when it didn't look like she could raise her hand, raise them and give our God praise.  She always loved for me to visit her and talk with her about the Bible.  She always said that we could talk, not argue.  Oh, how I miss her when I go there.  I always thought she could know the most about what her family needed of anyone I ever saw.  She told me once that Ben asked her “what would we do if it wasn't for you.  You are plenty of help just to lie there and tell us what to do and how”.  From then on her prayers was for the Lord to bless her till she could call to them, help to manage the living.  Ben, you did all you could for her.  You have nothing to worry about, just her absence.  I know you are lonesome though put your trust in the Lord and he will bless you with his holy spirit till you can go on rejoicing like Sister Zeula did to her children.  No doubt she has prayed many a prayer for you.  She will never pray for you again.  My prayers are that you will think, study your life over, examine yourself and ask yourself the question, if the death Angel should take you away where would your soul go?  Would it be with mama or would it go down to that burning torment? To her brothers, I hope that you will realize that from your sister’s life that she lived has proved that she is at rest, waiting for that great day when the Lord comes in the cloud of glory she will arise from the grave to meet Him in the air.  If you ever see her again you must repent, if you have not done so. Let us try not have the family Circle broken in heaven.  All her sisters have already professed a hope. As this obituary is getting lengthy, I will close, though I could write on and on about her life. Written by a half-sister in the flesh.  A whole sister in the Lord. 

Hamilton, Emma-I will write a short obituary of the life of one of our old sisters in the Samaria Church of Old Regular Baptist.  This sister was born in 1873, the daughter of Harrison Newsome and Ciltana Newsome.  She was married to Hibbard Hamilton near 1893 to this union was born two girls, who preceded her in death, all so her husband preceded her in death. Sister Emma was baptized in 1910 by Elder C.C. Mitchell and lived nearly 39 years in the church. Sister Emma was one of the old fashion women, one of the greatest I ever heard talk in Revalation about good things the Lord had shown her.  She lived a real Christian life and her nephew saw her praising God near 30 years ago.  She has only one grandchild, J. Lee Reynolds, and six great grandchildren.  Sister Emma was a great builder to the church.  If any trouble will arise she would say I have been praying for God to give them a praising heart.  When she would say I believe he will hear them.  Her talk was a Godly conversation.  Sister Emma lived a poor woman in this world, yet I feel she is rich now in heaven.  May the good Lord give us pilgrims like sister Emma in the old Church.
Written by her nephew J.B Hamilton. 

Howell, America-It is with a sad heart that I write a short obituary my loving mother, America Howell. She was born October 23, 1872, deceased December 12, 1951. She was the daughter of Ambrose White and Plinia White.  She was married to John Howell.  She joined the Regular Baptist Church many years ago. Her membership was at Samaria Church. To this union was born eight children, two preceded her in death leaving six children still living, three boys and three girls.  One brother and six sisters to mourn her loss.  She was sick about four or five years.   I believe her suffering is over.  I feel her soul is at rest, so brothers and sisters those that have not made peace with God, get ready in this life to meet mother again, where we can live for ever in that home, I feel the Lord prepared for them that love and serve him. Written by her son Butler Howard. 

Johnson, Jane-It is with a sad and aching heart that I will make this attempt to write an obituary of my dear wife Jane Johnson, who was born October 16, 1896, deceased this life July 2, 1952, age 55 years, 8 months and 16 days. She was the daughter of Lewis Cook and Margaret Hall.  She was married to Joel Johnson March 30, 1911 and to this union were born nine children, three boys and six girls.  Three girls proceeded her in death while in infancy and gone on to that heavenly habitation were I feel my wife is enjoying it with them.  She leaves her father, mother and five sisters, two brothers and six children and 34 grandchildren to mourn her loss.  She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in the year of 1947 and remained a faithful member until death.  I want to say to my dear children remember the words of your dying mother and tried to fill her request.  Her brother George come to her about 15 minutes before she died, she threw her arms around him and said “Brother, I must leave you, God bless you”.  She called for her children and all were there but two when she died.  She said “Tell all my children to meet me over yonder and pray the good Lord to take me easy” and then she fell asleep in the hands of a just God who will do right by all.
Written by a heart broken husband, Joel Johnson. 

Jones, Leander-I will now write an obituary of my dear mother, Leander Jones.  She was born December 29, 1880 and deceased August 3, 1952, making her life span 71 years, seven months and four days on Earth.  She was married to Ebb Osborne in the year of 1902 and unto this union were born two daughters, Pearlie Osborne Johnson and Callie Osborne Cook. Epp died in the year of 1907, Callie follow him in the year of 1925.  Mother joined the Joppa Church in the year of 1908, and she lived a true and faithful member until death.  She was married to Lem Jones in the year of 1912, unto this union were born no children. Oh!  How I miss my mother, I know we will never meet again on Earth but I believe will meet again in the land where there is no parting, because after she had taken her bed, she would call me to her bedside and say, Pearlie, don't worry over me.  I have a better home in heaven, I'm ready to go.  She would shout and say Oh how happy I am.  I will never forget the sweet words my mother said.  She had hardly opened her eyes for two days unto the death Angel came for her, then she opened her eyes wide and looked at all who were standing around her bedside and smile.  She left her husband, one daughter, 12 grandchildren and 15 great-grandchildren to mourn her loss.
Written by her said daughter, Pearlie Johnson. 

Jones, Lucy Turner-On June 18, 1952 as the shades of late evening were falling that dreaded Angel of death broke into the home of Marion Jones of McDowell, Kentucky, and took from the care and embraces of a loving husband, seven sons and three daughters a sainted wife and mother, Lucy Jones Turner.  She was born June 25, 1881 at the Fed (now Hi Hat), Kentucky, making her stay on Earth 71 years, she being the daughter of Morgan and Nancy Jane Hopkins Turner.  She was married to Marion Jones, August 8, 1899, and to this union were born seven sons and three daughters Bert, Bark, Thomas, Curtiss, Ballard, Edgar and Everett, Mrs. Hat Bentley, Mrs. Jake Cooley and Mrs. Edward Turner, all living to mourn her passing, also her husband Marion Jones, son-in-laws, daughter-in-law's, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and one brother, T.J. Turner, two sisters Mary T. Combs and Rose Porter together with a host of relatives and friends. Sister Jones joined the Joppa Church Regular Baptist and was baptized into the Fellowship of the church July 7, 1912 and we believe live true to her profession until death, about 40 years, she was faithful in filling her seat in the church when able and delighted so much in shouting praises to God of her salvation, her conversation always being of heaven and heavenly things.  We cannot recall a more humble mother, her love for God, and the people of God, her kindness, gentleness, goodness, love of home, love for her husband, and love for children and neighbors were rays of sunshine of life.  These made the setting of the sun of life for her more beautiful as the curtain of time rolled back and the glories of eternity opened the Lord sweetly called for her and she went to her long sought home above. Her funeral will be preached at the Joppa Church, first Saturday and Sunday in June 1953.  Everybody invited.
Written by T.J. & Bertha Turner and Mary T. Combs. 

Lester, Lucinda B. -was born at Iager, West Virginia on June 27, 1878, and passed away at the Norton nursing home on September 20, 1951, at the age of 73 years, two months and 23 days. Surviving in addition to her husband, John, are one son John Jr, of Randle; six daughters, Mrs. Mary Boyer, and Mrs. Mildred Rieble, both of Randle; Mrs. Martha O'Brien, Bremerton; Mrs. LaVerna Daly, Graham, Washington; two sisters Mrs. Tennessee Blankenship and Mrs. Armeda Blankenship, both in West Virginia; 22 grandchildren and eightteen great-grandchildren. The Rev. E.L. Whistler and J. Tooley officiated at services from the Randle Methodist Church and Burial was in Silver Creek Cemetery under direction of the Fissell Funeral Home. She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in the fall of 1922.  She filled her seat in the church has often as she could.  He lived a Christian life and was loved by everyone. Written by a granddaughter, Dorothy Hale. 

Martin, Evalyn-With much sadness I will make the feeble attempt to write a short obituary of my oldest sister to-wit: Evalyn Martin, who was born January 1, 1875, and departed this life February 9, 1952, making her stay on Earth 77 years.  She was the daughter of Ben and Lucy Hall of McDowell, Kentucky, was married to Marion Martin, March 28, 1897 and to this union was born four children, all living.  Ellis, Dennis, Edward and Mrs. Wayne Martin.  Sister was blessed with fairly good health until about September 1951, when it was discovered she was suffering with that dreaded disease cancer, and also complications of the liver, so she continued to grow worse, and I began to talk to her about the welfare of her soul and she told me she had been praying a long time.  Said she was asking the good Lord to give her a ticket and she didn't believe he would turn her down.  She said she wanted to go and live with mother.  She called for meeting several times and ask us to sing, “Farewell, Farewell to all below”.  She told me to have another meeting give and send for Earl Howard and she wanted to give her hand to the Church, but she continue to grow worse and she never had the pleasure of attaching herself to the Church, I have a glorious hope that she has gone to rest.  She said, “Bertha, will they have my name put in the minutes”?  And I told her I believe they would.  She said she wanted her children to read it in the minutes, and I pray God that they do this.  I have witnessed to the conversation, we had with her, Brother Troy Nichols and McKinley Moore.  She left this world with a smile on her face and we have reason to believe she is at rest. Her memorial will be preached the third Saturday and Sunday in June 1953.  Everybody invited. Written by her lonely sister Bertha H. Turner. 

May, Mary Jane Conn-It is with a very sad heart that we attempt, by the request of our brothers and sisters, to write an obituary of our dear mother, two-wit, Mary Jane Conn May. On October 19, 1867, there was born unto Silvester Conn and Charity Conn a baby girl, which was named Mary Jane. This name to us children is the sweetest name we ever knew and will continue to be as long as we live and have remembrance of her. Mother was good from the cradle to the grave.  In school she was loved by her playmates and teachers because she was so good and kind to everyone.  At an early age, she began attending church and at the age of 17 she met her Savior in pardon and remission of her few sins she had committed.  She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in 1884, and continued to walk in the good old way until death.  Every day was the Lord's Day with mother. In 1885, mother was married to Fields J. May and to them was born 10 children, six boys and four girls.  Two of them, to-wit Bennie and Ruthie, proceeded mother in death.  Ruthie died in infancy and Bennie professed a hope in Jesus Christ.  Dad also proceeded mother in death.  He also professed a hope in Jesus Christ and died in Him.  We all believe that mother is now with them in Heaven and they are all enjoying the good things that God has in store for those who love and serve him. Mother was good and kind to everybody.  Everyone that knew her, loved her.  She was not only a mother to us children, but a mother to any child that came around her.  She is missed by everyone in her community.  They miss her kind words and sweet smile.  Mother table was always set with good things to eat, and none was too poor for mother to feed.  She loved poor people best of all.  There will be Brothers and Sisters in the Church read this and remember mother and the kindness she showed them while they were at our home; the good food she cooked herself and serve them with a smile.  Always begging them to eat more and with her warm handshake, welcome them back to her home any time day or night. Mother was always ready to help anyone that needed help she always had good things to say about everybody.  She could see good in everything and everybody and was always ready to give good advice to anyone doing the wrong thing. Mother was a great light to all the people in our community and church.  We know that she is greatly missed by all who knew her.  She was a faithful member of the Island Creek Church.  We loved to hear her shout and praise God for the good things he had done for her. We believe that the good prayers of our mother have been the cause of us children becoming early believers in Jesus Christ.  We can truthfully say that all of mother's life none of us ever heard mother say ugly word to or about anyone living in her community or church.  Everyone was good in mother's sight.  Whatever happened for good, mother always praise the Lord for. I believe that the strong faith that mother had in Jesus Christ has been the cause of to her son becoming preachers in the Old Regular Baptist Church, to-wit, Jeff and Noah May.  Most of her children are members of the church and those that are not members of the church are very good and kind children, like their mother.  I believe that as time goes on her children and grandchildren will follow in the footsteps of mother. We all miss her, but she is missed the most by the two sons, to-wit: Jeff and Daniel, who lived with her.  We hope that they will live a long life in the old home place and keep the sweet remembrance of mother for us there when we visit them. We believe that mother died in the Lord.  The last day spent with us here on earth, her she prayed the best and humblest prayer we ever heard. She prayed, “Go away Jesus, let me stay a little longer with my children”.  John said I heard a voice from heaven saying, “Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord from henceforth yea sayeth the spirit that they may rest from their labor and their works do follow them. So we want to say to all the Brothers and Sisters, keep on walking in the footsteps of mother and when death comes you will be able to smile as she did and say come, welcome death, I'll gladly go. Written by her broken hearted sons Noah and Harvey May.

Mitchell, Maudie-By the request of friend Andy Mitchell and his children I will write sketch of the life of my Sister Maudie Mitchell, daughter of John Hall and Mary Hall.  Maudie was born February 15, 1894, deceased March 27, 1952.  She was married to Andy Mitchell, August 5, 1909.  To this union was born seven children, two girls and five boys.  Names as follows: Frank Mitchell, Bill Mitchell, Draxie Mitchell Hamilton, Earl Mitchell, Pearl Mitchell Roberts; Orville Mitchell, Cline Mitchell.  Maudie Mitchell joined the Regular Baptist Church and took her Fellowship with the Samaria Church.  She was baptized by Elder Bill Martin and Andy Tackett in the year of 1935. She lived a nice clean life until death.  Sister Maudie was a bright light in the Church and to her neighbors, O how we the Church miss Sister Maudie filling seat in the Church and the husband and children miss a good wife and mother.  Yet we all feel our loss is her eternal gain.  Sister Maudie leaves many kindred and friends weeping over her.  She lives 27 grandchildren and 2 great-grandchildren. The day Sister Maudie was buried, they marched by the casket, look like to this writer near 800 people.  Andy you and the children are well thought of, my desire and prayer to God he would add more people to our Church like Sister Maudie.  I feel like Sister Maudie is resting from all her toils and labor.  She was humble and enjoyed her salvation.  I will say to the children and Andy her husband, I believe if sister Maudie could speak back she would say, "I'm happy meet me over here for no trouble is and you can by living the life pleasing to God, then he will save you".  I believe that we will know one another in that home prepared for all who serve the Lord, you will know with divine knowledge.  I feel Sister Maudie took that love that was born in her soul to the glory world.  He that is born of God is born of ease.  I would like to say to the boys as you would take mother to church every good work will be rewarded.  To the girls, and Draxie and Pearl remember that good life mother lived before you.  I must close. Written by Elder J.B. Hamilton. 

Moore, Sallie-it is with much sadness I write a short obituary of my dear mother, to-wit, Sally Moore. She was born, May 27, 1880, and departed this life October 20, 1951.  She died at the age of 71 years, 4 months, and 23 days.  She was married to Little John Moore in 1899.  To this union were born 11 children.  Seven boys and four girls.  Two boys and her husband preceded her in death, leaving five boys and four girls, 46 grandchildren and many good friends to mourn her loss. She was a member of the Old Beaver Church and was given of a arm to help organize the Salisbury Church in 1946.  Sister Sallie was very faithful to attend church and fill her seat.  She also like to visit her Sister Churches.  Like all the rest of us Sister Sallie liked good singing and preaching. So dear children, your mother has left you and we believe her soul is at rest.  Why do we believe her soul is at rest?  For the reason, so many times in her last days she would come to me, shed many tears, and tell me that she intended to make heaven her home.  Yet she had many heartaches and pain, but her home was still heaven. Now all her suffering is over, she is just waiting until that morning when Jesus says to rise and come forth.  So children you have no good mother to give you good advice now.  Please, won't you take my advice and asked the good Lord above forgive you all of your sins?  If you don't repent of your sins you will never see your dear mother again.
So may the good Lord bless you all, is the prayer of your unworthy servant. Written by McKinley Moore.

Osborne, James E.-At the request of the family I will now make the attempt to write an obituary of a dear beloved brother in the Lord, to-wit: James E. Osborne. He was the son of the late Brother Neal Osborne and Sister Mary Osborne and was born October 24, 1870, deceased April 24, 1952, age 81 years and six months. He was married to Nancy Jane Hall in the year of 1888, by elder William Cook.  Unto this union was born 13 children seven boys and six girls, of which four preceded him in death. Brother Jim joined the Province Church of Old Regular Baptists, in May 1921 and was baptized by elder Henry Hall.  He was ordained as a Deacon of the Province Church in August 1926; which office we feel he fully qualified for as same and that the faithfully performed his duties as such until his death. He was so faithful to fill his seat, that we're remember many, many times seeing him come in the church house ringing wet with rain and sweat and in the wintertime with ice frozen in his hair.  He said he intended to keep his fellowship in the Province Church and intended to fill his seat as long as he was able and when he could not come that he only ask us to bear with him.  But he never missed very many meetings, When became disabled the walk across the mountains, some of the boys would bring him around.  So all those who knew him, can truthfully say, that at his passing out that we lost one of our very best members. We know that Sister Nan and the entire family greatly miss his company and bodily presence, but how consoling it is to have the sweet belief, that as he is absent from us that his soul is with the Lord and that his  departing from us is his great eternal gain. We'll say to Sister Nan, cheer up, I know you and Brother Jim were closely attached and devoted to each other, and that's you miss him more than all the rest, but when you depart this life I sure believe you will meet him in the regions of sweet glory.  And to the two daughters that claim a hope in Christ; prove true to your confessions and to the remainder of the family who have not made peace with God, call upon him in sincerity and truth prepare to meet your precious father in heaven.  Brother Osborne, never did endorse the doctrine that a person knew that they were going to heaven when they died, but his faith and hope was strong and was such that I believe it carried his soul glory on high. His funeral is to be preached the fifth Saturday and Sunday in May 1953 at the Buckingham Cemetery.
Written by a brother in hope of eternal life.  E.V. Hopkins.  

Slone, Garland-It is with a sad heart that I try to write an obituary of my dear brother Garland Sloan.  He was born March 30, 1905, died March 14, 1951.  He was a member of the Old Regular Baptist Church.  He was married to Luehetta Sloan, and to this union was born eight children.  He died leaving eight children, a wife, and a host of friends to mourn his loss.  We do believe our loss is his eternal gain.  I want to say to his children and friends, you must repent of your sins and be born again.  Dear companion don't mourn as them that have no hope.  Go on in the good old way and when the veil of tears over you will meet your dear husband and that land where there will be no more parting, pains nor death, but peace and happiness forever with all the redeemed family of God. I will say to the children on the barren mountain of sin, remember the sweet words of daddy and good Council he gave you.  Written by his natural brother and also brother in the Lord Kindell Sloan

Slone, Leanah- It is with a sad heart that I will try to write a short obituary of my mother to-wit: Leanah Sloan who was born June 15, 1857 and died June 27, 1950 at the age of 93 years and 12 days. She was United in marriage to K. F. Sloan about 1876.  Unto this union were born 11 children.  Six preceded her in death, leaving five children and 22 great-grandchildren to mourn her loss.  Her husband passed away in 1915. Mother joined the Old Regular Baptist Church and was baptized the third Sunday in October by Elder E.V.  Hopkins.  She had her Fellowship with the Caney Fork Church and filled her seat as long as she was able to go. She had dropsy several years before she died but in all her trouble and sickness, I never at any time heard her doubt her case with the Lord.  I went to see her the morning she died.  She told me she would not be alive the next morning.  She said she was going to die and go to heaven.  I heard her call on the Lord during the day and heard her praise the Lord.  That evening she prayed for the Lord to come and take her out of her suffering and about two o'clock that night she passed away quietly in her sleep.
Since her death the youngest boy, Troy Sloan, died with a heart attack, leaving two girls and two boys.  Daisy Jones, Mary Pigman, Spencer Sloan, and Preston Sloan. When the trumpet sounds in the dead arise I hope to meet mother where parting will be no more.
Written by a broken hearted daughter and your sister in hope of the Lord.  Mary Pigman. 

Slone, Mack -With much sadness of heart and lonesome feeling I will try to write an obituary of Elder Mack Sloan.  He was born April 13, 1876.  He was married to Sarah Sloan about the year of 1895.  To this union was born 10 children, seven boys and three girls.  Two girls preceded him in death. Brother Mack joined the Mt. Olive Church July 4, 1911, was ordained a minister March 1, 1938.  Died December 24, 1951.  Brother Mack lived in the Old Regular Baptist Church up until death and never had and accusation against him.  He was a man that sure did let his light shine.  Brother Mack was still standing as our moderator when he died, so I want to say to his family; children I know you all miss him and so do I. and all the church, but I believe that our loss is his eternal gain and I want to further say to his children and grandchildren that haven’t made peace with the Lord, if you ever want to see him again you better fall out with sin and close in with the mercies of God before it is too late.  Children, I have known Brother Mack ever since I was a very small boy, I've heard him pray so many times for his wicked children.  Children and grandchildren when you go to do anything wrong, stop and think of the sweet smile that was on his face when he would get up in the pulpit to preach.  I can still see him. Brothers and sisters of the Mt. Olive Church, we have lost our beloved Moderator and we all miss him, but the main thing is to live in peace and let our light shine like he did.  Children I know you miss daddy but you can’t go and see him at home anymore or see him sitting on the porch as you did when he was here with us, but I don’t believe you could miss him anymore than I do because he was almost like a father to me.  I loved him so well. Children, I will have to close this obituary, but there is many things I would like to write about him.
Written by a brother in the Lord, Elder Marion Slone. 

Stumbo, Richard & Fannie-With much sadness, I will try to write in memory of my father and mother.  Father was born about the year of 1859.  He died April 22, 1952.  He was 93 years old.  He was married to Fannie Halbert who preceded him in death. Mother was born September 27, 1872 and died October 27, 1951.  To this union were born six girls and six boys, three of them proceeded them in death, all so a loving grandson, Claude Stumbo, killed in Japan three years ago.  Father left to whole brothers, Fred and Babe Stumbo, 5 half-brothers and six half-sisters to mourn his loss.  Father just lived six months after mother was killed.  His troubles seemed to be more than he could stand.  He never was satisfied anymore.  He had a heart attack and just left this old world and went on to be with mother.  I feel they are seated in heaven where mother will never be run over with a car anymore, were there will be peace and joy forever.  Father confessed they hope in Jesus Christ.  O, that was the sweetest words I ever heard him say.  I feel he was baptized in a great baptism Jesus Christ gives us all when we suffer enough for sins.  I have that good hope to see my loved ones in heaven, so brothers, Joe, Ernest, and Buck and sister Ethel, if you ever see father and mother again you must give up the things of this world and lay down your troubles to Jesus Christ, and he will give you rest. I will say to the Old Beaver Church, you have lost one of the best members whose seat had been filled for 54 years, giving God the praises, no sister Melva, don't cry too much, just press on.  O how precious it is to have the love of your God deep down in your heart, so children, just pray to your blessed God to save your poor souls that you can see father, mother, sister, brother's again. Written by a broken hearted daughter Nannie Hall. 

Tackett, Abbey & Corrilla-Just after my father left for the glory world I wrote his obituary and wanted to have it printed in our minutes.  Seemingly something always held me back.  Now I think, I know what it was.  The life of my father and mother were so closely woven together and it seemed only natural that there obituary should be written together.  After all they spent the greater part of their life in this world together, being married when they were only 16 and 17 years of age and living together in holy matrimony 52 years. My father, Abbey Tackett, the son of Abel and Rebecca Caudill Tackett was born November 7, 1877 and left this world to join the Angel band August 10, 1947. Mother, Corrilla Anderson Tackett, the daughter of James and Louise Younce Anderson was born November 19, 1878.  They were united in marriage August 20, 1895.  Unto this union 13 children were born, six boys and seven girls.  Four of these children have already passed on to the great beyond.  Mother joined the Regular Baptist Church the third Sunday in August, 1950.  Had her membership at the Enterprise Church until her death February 8, 1951.  My father was always a good moral man, working hard to support his family.  I remember when I was very young how proud I was of my father's honesty.  I have seen him, so many times, return money when people would accidently give him too much change.  This always made my young heart swell with pride.  But with all my father's honesty and a good moral life, he realized this would not purchase him a ticket in the glory world.  Father was and invalid for about three years and we were so glad to hear him say the Lord had spoken peace to his soul.  He became so humble and tenderhearted he would break down and cry every time any of his friends came to see him. Mother's life spent here among brothers, sisters and many friends had preached her own funeral.  Her simple childlike faith in her faithfulness to her church has made us all believe she is gone to occupy the mansion Jesus went to prepare for her.  The Angelic look in her eyes and her calling to her companion a few hours before she passed away leaves no doubt in our minds that they the are together again, were troublesome and trials are passed away. We miss them, Oh, we miss them, we’ve had no home since the death Angel took mother and daddy away.  Our parents left no large amount of earthly goods for their children.  But the good memory of honest parents who loved and worked hard to support their families, and the hope we can meet them again, these I wouldn't exchange for all the gold and silver of this world.  I feel the five daughters left here have a hope of meeting mother and daddy again.  If only the boys would make peace with the Lord, how happy we would be.  It is an awful feeling to think the family circle will not be complete.  But I realized our heavenly master has the power to remove all worries over earthly ties and if we are worthy of hearing the words, “Come In Thou Good And Faithful Servant”, our joy will be no less complete by the absence of our loved ones who fail to obey Him. May the good Lord bless all our good brothers and sisters and many friends who used to visit our home and was with us during the illness and death of our loved ones.
Written by a daughter living in the hope of going to heaven, Mrs. Eddie Tackett. 

Tackitt, Newton-It is with much sadness that I will try to write an obituary of my dear old grandfather two-wit: Newton Tackitt.  He was born January 31, 1866, and departed this life on August 5, 1952.  He was born in Pike County, Kentucky and lived there for a great many years, and about 1921 he moved to Greenup County and spent the rest of his time until the death of his dear companion in 1940. He was married to Angie Osborne in his early 20s, and to this union 16 children were born of which a greater part are still living.  After the death of his companion he spent the remainder of his life with his children in Greenup and Boyd County's.  At his death he was at the home of his daughter Mary and Bee Smith. Brother Tackett joined the Old Regular Baptist Church 52 years ago and was a Deacon most of that time.  He was faithful in all of is blessed life he lived in the Old Church.  I can truthfully say he never had anything brought against him in the church.  He always enjoyed a Godly conversation.  He and I often talked about the church welfare and offtimes when I needed him I would go to him for instructions because I felt that he was able to advise me.  He was always so kind to me and always so glad to see me come.  I miss him so much at the church after he was confined to his bed, but thank God I can say at this time I feel I will see him again where he won't be sick and tottery no more.  So many times I would go to see him when he was sick and when he would reach for my hand the tears would roll down his face as he would say, “I'm so glad to see you”. Bless his soul, he told me before he died that he had been praying for the good Lord for the past 10 years to take his pain away when his time came to leave this world, and he said all the time that nothing hurt him; and so many times his children would ask what he wanted, and he would reply, “I want to go to heaven”.  Bless his soul today.  I feel that God took him to that great city where the light is hanging high, where he won't be sick no more- and I want to say to his children and grandchildren, be good and always remember the handwriting that will attach this obituary of his own words to you and to your children that have never called on the good Lord.  Remember, you too will have to die sometime, and I feel of a surety that if you ever see daddy again, you will have to repent.  He was so glad and did cry as a baby when I told him on the second Sunday in June that Naoma, the next to his baby girl, had joined the old church and was baptized that day-and he said my prayers have been answered.  So children, I could write more in this obituary of the life of your dad, but he has left a life history for you that can not be put on paper.  So true and so discreet, so mild and so calm, that it is more surety to me of his rest than any history that could be recorded in books on Earth.  That was the kindness, the love he carried with him. So sleep on Brother Tackitt, sleep on until the trumpet shall sound in the morning to wake up the loved ones that are resting so quiet to take them to the city of love.
“Tis finished, the conflict is past, The heaven born spirit is fled-
His wish is accomplished at last, And now he’s entombed with the dead.
The months of affictions are o’er, The days and nights of distress-
We see him in anguish no more, He’s gained his happy release.
No sickness nor sorrow or pain, Shall ever disquiet him now-
For death to his spirit was gain, Since Christ was his life here below.
His soul has now taken its flight To mansions of glory and love-
To mingle with angels of light And dwell in the kingdom of love.
The victory now is obtained, He’s gone his dear Saviour to see-
His wishes he fully gained, He’s now where he longed for to be.
Then let us forbear to complain, That he has now gone from our sight;
We soon shall behold him again With new and happy delight.
Written by his grandson Elder Baxter Osborne. 

Written by Newton Tackitt about his experience of grace: I just want to write a few lines in regard to my experience of faith in Jesus Christ.  I never was a very mean boy.  My father and mother always gave me good counsel and advised me not to go in bad company, and always tried to take their advice when I was young.  I never did give my father nor mother any short words, and even after I was married whatever dad said to do I tried to do, even if it did go against my feelings.  I was married when I was about 18 and for some several years I never took much thought about my soul, but I never done any mean crimes.  I never was drunk in my life, and if ever I took God's name in vain, I have no recollection of it.  I never had anything to do with but one woman in my life.  But when I got discovery of myself, what a sinner I was.  I thought I had the hardest time getting rid of my sins of anyone.  When I was in the field at work, and my family with me, sometimes I would cross over the old rail fence and get out in the bushes where no one could see me and I went on in this condition for some time.  Lots of times, hoeing corn on those steep hills of Pike County, Kentucky.  I would be on my knees asking the good Lord to have mercy on my poor soul, and some nights I would go out to myself in the dark where no one could see me and asked the good Lord to have mercy on me, but I never once thought about going to the church and falling down at the mourners bench and get relieved of my sins.  I knew I was the one that done the sinning and that I was the one that had asked the Lord to forgive them.  Finally one day I was to myself and asking the good Lord for his mercies and there was a feeling run over me, and I never saw anything or heard anything naturally, but it seems like inwardly something said your sins are pardoned, and I caught myself singing, Jesus Lover of My Soul, let me to thy bosom fly.  Then I felt good for a few days, but finally I began to have doubts, and on Friday before the church time at the Enterprise Church I went out in the dark and fell on my knees and asked the good Lord to show me that night in my sleep whether I was fit to join the church, and I dreamed of being at an awful meeting and seen the good sisters shout, so the next day one brother John Hopkins announced the church door open I went up and gave him my hand and told the church that I believed the Lord for Christ's sake, had pardon my sins.  The next day I was baptized which was the 17th day of June, 1900.  Soon be 47 years, and I am still living in the same hope that I was baptized into.  But sometimes my hopes are little, I almost lay them by, and other times they are sufficient if I were called to die.  I have lived in this old church now soon be 47 years, and there never has been any crime or accusation brought up in the church against me.  So bless the Lord for the faith I have in His Holy Name.  Bless the Lord.  I was ordained as a Deacon on the 20th day of November, 1904. This April the thirteenth, nineteen hundred and forty-seven.   Signed Newton Tackitt
P.S.- I want to write some for my children to read after I am dead and gone, I only hope to be guided by the Holy Spirit of Jesus Christ my Savior, while attempting to write.  Psalms 1: 1.  Blessed is the man that walketh not in the council of the ungodly nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful, 2. But his delight is in the law of Lord; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.  3. And he shall be like a tree planted in the river of water that brings forth his fruit in his season; his leave also shall not wither, and whatsoever he doeth if shall prosper. 3. The ungodly are not so; but are like the chaff of which the wind driveth away. So we see, children, it won't do to take counsel after the ungodly, but always take counsel from good people and not after the ungodly, for the good Lord knoweth the way of the righteous, but the way of the ungodly shall perish. So you see, children, that I have been here now a long time and can't be with you very much longer, but I do hope that you children will all be good to each other, and kind to all, and live right for the good Lord, and come to him in humbleness and prayer, asking him to forgive you all your sins and transgressions before it is too late, for he is a merciful God that will do right by all that comes to him in the right manner.  But if the blind lead the blind, they will both go in the ditch.  But children, don’t never be led by the blind; read your Bible, and if you lack wisdom, ask of God who giveth to all men liberal and unbraideth not.  Ask in prayer, believing he will give you light.  Oh, children, it would do my soul so much good if I could see all you come to the good Old Baptist Church with a good experience of grace while I'm still living, so don't put it off too long.  A part of you have already professed a hope in Christ Jesus, and it would do me so much good to see the rest of you come to Christ while I'm still living.  Children don't try to layup too much treasure on this old earth, but layup your treasures in heaven where moth and rust doth not  corrupt, nor thieves break through and steal, and all these earthly things shall be added.  Children, don't depend on the denominations who believe not the truth.   (2 Thessalonians 2:11).  And for this cause God shall send them strong delusion, that they should believe a lie;  12.  That they might be damned, who believe not the truth but had pleasure in unrighteousness; but blessed are all they that put their trust in the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.   So may the good Lord bless you all, is the prayer of your old father.  Signed Newton Tackitt.

Vanderpool, Ed-No Valley has ever been so deep and dark but what the beautiful rays of sunshine have penetrated it, spreading sunshine, a touch of warmth and giving opportunity for hope and joy for those in the shadows: likewise, no matter where men dwell, be it on ice lands, icy plains, or mountains, India’s meadows  or coral strands; in darkest Africa is shadows or fountains or in any other place in all earth’s lands, the blessed Holy Spirit will find its way into the mind and heart of every person, some-time, someway, some-how, offering the opportunity and hope of eternal peace and joy to all that are in the dark valleys of sin. The Lord Almighty, through the Holy Spirit and through his servants, the late Elder G. Bennett Adams and Alex Colburn (now living) reached the heart and reason of Ed Vanderpool with kindness, gentleness and friendliness and wooed him from a life of sin, said his heart on fire of “Holy Passion” for eternal life. He had was raised by the mercy of God from his bed in the hospital after the doctors had abandoned all hope for his recovery, even in a partial sense and by His grace set him on a run for heaven. Ed was the son of Brother John Vanderpool and Sister Martha Ann Patton Vanderpool.  He was born December 4, 1905.  On the eighth day of July, 1934, he was married to Miss Geneva Martin of Garrett, Kentucky, a daughter of Thomas and Hester Amburgey Martin.  To this union was born one child, Jimmie.  For brothers: Buck, Jack and Jim and two sisters Polly and Laura, and his dear old father, his wife Geneva and son Jimmie survived him.  Being poor as we know, but of honorable parentage, he did not have many advantages to start with in life but through industry and energetic efforts he lived well and left a good home for his wife and son. During the last three years of his life he brought honor and glory the memory of his departed godly mother and his living godly father and laid worthy, humble example of faith for Buck, Jack, Jim, Polly and Laura to follow. He was in poor health for the last 15 years, but poor health did not deter his industrious determination.  During the last 2 1/2 years of his life, the writer had the pleasure to often observe him in the sunshine of hope and in the shadows of discouragement.  His patience in discouragement seemed as sweet as his joy in hope.  His faith never seemed to waver.  He was sober of mine, careful of speech and gentle in his contacts and dealings with others and straight in his walks.  On the 11th day of July 1948 he was baptized by Elders G. Bennett Adams and Alex Colburn into the Fellowship of the Stone Coal Church and became a shining light in the midst of his brethren and sisters. In the last moments of his stay here, serenity and calm, like one in perfect peace, yet tired and deserving of a needed rest, with a mantle of love and righteousness, wrapped about him, he closed his eyes to earthly scenes and in spirit, to the delight of Angels, entered into eternity to behold the Glory and smiles on Him who died on the cross to redeem him, and to await rejoice expectations of the adoption, to-wit, the redemption of his body. Written by a Brother in hope, W.S. Akers. 

Wallen, Thursie Wright-It is with sadness I write a short obituary of my loving sister to wit: Sister Thursie Wright Wallen.  She was a daughter of James Wright and Seatty Baldridge Wright.  She was married to Alex Wallen in the year of 1894.  To this union was born 10 children four boys and six girls, Hargis Allie, Mark still living, girls Josie, Ada, Eatta still living.  Four died in infancy.  Sister was about 75 years old.  She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about 15 years ago and lived faithful until the silent reaper death came August 17, 1952 and sister was cut down and now is sleeping in death until awakened and be changed to immortal, and be made perfect, like the son of God our Savior and she will be satisfied.  She leaves the children and husband and three brothers and three sisters and grandchildren and many relatives and friends to mourn her loss.
Written by her unworthy feeling, brother in the flesh and in the Lord.  Elder M.C. Wright. 

Wireman, Elliott-It is with much sadness I write this sketch of the life of my daddy, Elliott Wireman, who was born March 29, 1885, and departed this life March 26, 1951 at the age of 65 years, 11 months and 26 days. He was united in marriage to Martha Hale in August 1906, and to this union was born nine children: Hager Wireman, Cassie Lafferty, Della Jane Stevens, Ray Wireman, Wile Wireman, Julia Hicks, Dirl Wireman, Eslona and Sally died in infancy. He leaves 32 grandchildren and one sister, Cassie Rife, one brother Walter Wireman. He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church October 1, 1932, and remained until death.   His family and friends are a living testimony for him as a good neighbor and father. He told the children to give him the roses while he lived, he didn't like anything for pride or style. He made the statement different times, he didn't dread to die for he had a brighter home awaiting.  He said the only thing he dreaded was leaving the family which he like so well to talk and advise them.  He said his home had been so bright and sweet but he was going to a brighter one. Written by W.H. Wireman.