New Salem Association of Old Regular Baptists of Jesus Christ
1954 MINUTES
Of The One Hundred and Twenty-Ninth Annual Session
September 24, 25, and 26

OBITUARIES

Transcribed by Terry Triplett
 

Bartley, Charles ~ With much sorrow we write a short obituary of our darling son, Charles Bartley.  He was born February 24, 1920, and lived a good life.  He was married to Beulah Tackett in the year 1939.  He was called home while working for his family in the Esco Mines, June 20, 1944. Charles leaves to mourn his loss, his wife, his father and mother, one brother, Varnel Bartley, two sisters, Crystalene Ratliff and Matlene Hall, and many friends and relatives. He was loved by all who knew him.  We miss him in our home, to go church with us, as he was always ready to take us and to go get everyone else he could and bring them to church. We feel and know that our loss is heaven gain.  His mother has seen him in many dreams with the Angels dressed in white robes.  He left good hope that he was going to rest and asked that his mother not worry for him. He is gone on to rest but not forgotten.  This is the 10th memorial meeting the good Lord has blessed us who have for him, and he is just as fresh in our memory now, and his loss is just as great to us as it was 10 years ago when he first left us. Ministers called in this meeting are: Tack Hall, Luther Conn, Francis Hubbard, Bill Hall, Jim Sanders, Grover Atkins, Milford Adams, Ellis Moore, Sollie Kiser, Jethro Hampton, and we are more than glad to have all of the other preaching brothers present. Written by his heartbroken parents, Orville V. and Mahaley Bartley, and Elder Tack K. Hall. 

Bates, Lillian Johnson ~ On December 22, 1953, at about 10:00 P.M., the death Angel came into the room at Lexington, Kentucky hospital and took from the embraces of a husband, two sons and one daughter, a good Christian wife and mother, Lillian Bates.  Lillian was born January 29, 1922 and was 31 years, 10 months and 24 days old.  She was the daughter of Brother Jay Johnson and Lizzie Johnson, who are still living.  Lillian had a twin sister and two brothers still living. Sister Lillian asked the writer at the Paintsville hospital, if she died before he did, if he would write an obituary of her, and have it printed in the minutes.  The writer told her he would.  Lillian joined the Joppa Church and was baptized into its Fellowship May the first Sunday in 1950, by Elders Jerry Hall Sr., and Bud Johnson.  She was faithful in her church attendance when able and delighted in hearing the gospel preached.  Her conversation for some time before her confession and baptism and after until her death was of heaven and heavenly things.  She was an humble sister, with her love of God and his people manifested by her kindness and gentleness in her daily walk.  She loved her home, family and neighbors.  I believe when life went out of her body, God took her spirit home, there to await the resurrection of her body, at which time her soul and body will you unite and in heaven be forever and ever. Written by her brother in hope of eternal life, Jay Bates. 

Bates, Sarah ~ With sadness of heart, I will write an obituary of my dear and beloved wife, Sarah, the daughter of Miles and Lucinda Hall.  Sarah was born March 12, 1891, died April 3, 1954.  She was sick so much, it deprived her of attending church, which was known by her brethren and sisters of the Joppa Church who were sympathetic and patient with her and visited her during her illness.  She attached herself to the Old Regular Baptist Church by being baptized August 8, 1937, by elders E. H. Hall and J. H. Isaac. I feel Sarah soul is now resting with God, awaiting the trumpet to sound which will awake her from sleep when her soul will returned and unite with the body and both go to heaven, there to enjoy the blessings of the redeemed forever and forever.  Sarah talk to me a few months before her passing about what I would do when she was gone, but I told her some day we would live together in a country where we would not worry over things down here, and I hope to meet her in that city when life leaves this body of mine. Written by a sad husband, Elder J. W. Bates. 

Bradley, Eda Wireman ~ No Valley has ever been so deep and dark but what in the beautiful rays of sunshine of love have penetrated it spreading sunshine and warmth and giving opportunity for hope and joy for those in the shadows. This blessed sunshine of love about 50 years ago shined in the heart and mind of sister Eda Wireman Bradley and by the warm feeling lead her to find peace with Jesus and she came trembling to the brethren and told her experience and was received of the brethren and lived a faithful member. Until death in the Old Philadelphia Church of Old Regular Baptist on the 18th day of March, 1954 the reaper death was thrust in and cut down this good faithful sister.  She was the daughter of Dan and Elizabeth Hale Wireman.  She was married to Henry Bradley, and to this union were born 11 children, three died in infancy.  Eight still living, Elizabeth of Ohio; Kendle of Handshoe, Kentucky, Taylor of Gun Lock, Kentucky, Sam of Authormable, Kentucky, Julia Morgan of Topmost, Kentucky, Maggie Handshoe of Garrett, Indiana, Kelly of Cincinnati, Ohio, Stella Hale of Hippo, Kentucky.  She had eighty-one grandchildren, 63 great-grandchildren.  Eda was 82 years, seven months and four days old at her passing.  We believe that she passed out through the Valley and now her soul is at rest while leaving her children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren and many relatives and friends to mourn her loss in this troublesome world.  Sister Eda filled her seat in the church as long as she was able.  Oh, how she will be missed in the home and in the church.  We believe she is now resting from her labors and her works do follow her.  So, to the children and friends, if you want to see mother again, make peace with God and on the other side of the river of death in the land where we never grow old to part no more, you can meet mother again. Eda Bradley the memorial will be preached in the Magoffin County at the mouth of Brushy Cemetery, July, the fourth Sunday, 1955.
Written by yours and hope of eternal life, Elder M. C. Wright. 

Bryant, Nancy ~ This obituary is written with much sadness by a daughter and daughter-in-law of Nancy Bryant.  Nancy is a daughter of George Davis and Ruthie Johnson Davis.  She was born October 22, 1887 and died May 7, 1954. Nancy was married to J. S. Bryant, July 22, 1904, and to this union were born 16 children, of which number nine died in infancy, with the husband and remaining children left to mourn her loss.  Mother joined the Old Regular Baptist Church the first Saturday in April, 1954, but due to illness was unable to be baptized.  She wanted her membership at Little Nancy Church.  When hearing preaching and singing, she was slap her hands and rejoice. She would say she could see her beautiful future home, and would pray the good Lord to take her on and out of her suffering.  She would tell those around her, if they could see her future home, they would not want her to remain here in this troublesome world.  She would beg her husband and children to change their ways of living and meet her in glory land.  She told the writers the night before she died that she had been on a journey, traveling with the Angels and saw her little babies and a lot of her kin who had gone on.  Mother was kind to her neighbors and they loved her.  Children, we can never see mother anymore, but if we put our trust in the God she trusted, repent and keep His commandments, when this life is over, we can see her again.
Written by a daughter-in-law Amanda Hall and Landa Bryant. 

Chaffin, Laura ~ With much sadness I write this obituary of my beloved daughter, Laura Chaffin, who was born April 11, 1924, and died June 10, 1954.  She was the daughter of W. M. Chaffin and Gracie Tuttle Chaffin, and was a member of the Steels Creek Regular Baptist Church.  She was baptized by Elders him.  M. M. Chaffin and Matt Moore.  Laura was sick for about 12 years before her death.  She was often heard giving praise to the good Lord, asking him to take her out of her suffering.  She would say she had a better home to go to.  We took her to different doctors and hospitals, but little relief was found for her.  The Lord came and relieved her from her suffering by removing her into that long eternal home were there is no suffering, no pain and no heart aches.  Lara left a father and mother, three brothers and two sisters, and a host of friends and neighbors to mourn her loss.  We fill the loss of here to all is her eternal gain.  She now rests where death has no more power.
Written by her bereaved father, William N. Chaffin. 

Clevenger, Charles ~ I will write in my weakness an obituary of a beloved brother in Christ, Charles Clevenger, born February 27, 1869, and passed away August 7, 1954, leaving his wife, Reedy, and three sons, Jim, Emery and Ralph, and seven daughters, Mrs. Dewey Stiltner, Martha Chapman, Dorothy Davis, Eliza Clevenger, Opal Cook, Mable Banks and Ruby Reynolds, one brother, Lewis, and 23 grandchildren, 16 great-grandchildren and many friends to mourn his loss.  He was a faithful member of the Regular Baptist Church and treated everybody kind like a father.  We feel our loss is his eternal gain, for by their fruits, ye shall know them.  He bore good fruit and let his good light shine before the world.  Therefore, I feel he is at rest from all his labors and toil, resting until the great day when the Lord will call; and he will come forth to meet him and ever be with the Lord.  But not this Adam man will come forth; for it is of the Earth, earthly, but God will give him a new body fashion like unto his glorious body. Children if you ever want to meet father again, look to the Lord who will guide you.  He will instruct you, if you world heed His calling. Written by a brother in hope, Elder J. R. Blankley. 

Collins, Rilda ~ It is with a sad heart, I attempt to write the obituary of my dear mother, who was born April 23, 1884, and departed this life, August 31, 1954.  She was the daughter of W. M.  Adams and Louise Hall Adams.  She was married to Henry Holt and to this union was born one child, who preceded her in death.  She married L. D. Collins, and unto this union was born one child. She was a member of the Old Regular Baptist Church, and lived a faithful member until death. She lived a lonely life, being blind many years, but we feel she isn't blind anymore.  She made her home with Gracie Compton, her daughter.  A few days before her death, she was taken to the home of her other daughter, Mrs. Martha Justice.  She never did get to go to church much, but she loved her brothers and sisters in the church.  She enjoyed having people visited her.  I've heard her say there was nothing in her way, when she had to leave this world.  We feel sure mother is resting in peace today, and can see again.  Our homes are lonely without mother, but we know she can never come back to us, but with the help of God, we can go to her, where' their will be no more parting. “My life is old so lonely, my heart is trouble sore, her dearest presence, only could make me weep no more”.
Written by her broken hearted daughter's, Mrs. Martha Justice and Mrs. Grace Compton. 

Fields, Martha Sword ~ With a sad and heavy heart I write this obituary of my dear departed mother, Martha Sword Fields, who was called from this life to a much better one in heaven. She was born May 20, 1878, departed this life March 9, 1954, at the age of 75 years, eight months in 19 days.  She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church the third Saturday in June, 1928, and lived a life that was a light to her children and the world until death.  “By their fruits you shall know them”. She was the wife of Moses Sword, who preceded her in death.  She also leaves three sons and two daughters in this world of trouble.  Two-wit: Jink Ray, Virgil Ray, Langley Sword, Mrs. Pluma Whistlow and Mrs. Delpha West also for brothers and three sisters.  I want to say to my brothers and sisters (in the flesh) that we have lost a good mother but I feel that some sweet day I will see her again where parting is no more.  If you all expect to see mother again depart from sin and look to Jesus, who is able and will save you if you do His will.  “Ask and you shall receive, seek and you shall find, knock and it shall be opened unto you”.  I feel mother done this and you all will if you ever see her again. Nobody knows how I miss mother when church time comes.  I cannot see mother come in the with that love in her heart, and that sweet smile on her face greeting her brothers and sisters with that loved that I feel was born in her.  Love is the sweetest bud that blooms, its beauty never dies on Earth among the Saints it grows and ripens in the skies.  Mother's love is ripened in the sky. Mother always enjoyed going to her meetings.  I heard brother Noah May say when he would bring her home from church, she would said 5 to 10 minutes in his car, talking, rejoicing and blessing the Lord for the good things He had done for her. Brethren: I don’t feel that mother is dead, but asleep waiting for the resurrection of her body, then she can be with God both soul and body. May the sweet communion of her dove-like spirit rest and remain with us all in this world and the world to come. If we live and it's the Lord's will, the memorial of mother will be the first Saturday and Sunday in July, 1955, at the cemetery on Island Creek.  Ministers called: Emmett Case, Sid Hudson and all preaching brothers.  Everyone is invited.
Written by her son, Jink Ray.  

Fredericks, Fred ~ By request of sister Dollie Fredericks, I write this obituary of her husband, Fred Fredericks.  Brother Fred was born April 3, 1890, and departed this life December 27, 1953, making it stay here and 63 years, eight months and 24 days.  He leaves two sons, one daughter and his loving companion, sister Dollie, with a host of friends to mourn his departure.  Brother Fred joined the Western Union Church in 1952, and was baptized by Elder Oliver Workman and myself and lived faithfully until death.  We watched the petals fall from the little flower for near two years.  His little frail body grew weaker and weaker until life faded away.  However great his pain were, he never murmured nor grew impatient.  Always said he would go when it pleased the Father to take him. Brother Fred was injured in a fall several years ago, and the doctors had given him up to die, but God, it seemed extended is time as he did Hezekiah's, time enough to put his house in order.  So, we fill this brother accepted the offer of opportunity, and is now at rest, awaiting the return of our Savior to call him out of his mortal body and dress him with a body of immortality, a body fashion like unto our Savior's glorious body.  So, children be good to mother through her lonesome hours, which are many.  Respect her as a mother, and prepare in this life to me father were you can be united, nevermore to part. Written by a brother in hope, Elder Earl Workman. 

Hamilton, Hulda ~ This is a short obituary of my dear grandmother, Hulda Hamilton, who was 94 years and 24 days old.  Grandmother spent 64 years of her life in the Old Regular Baptist Church and was a true and faithful member until death.  She was married to Henry Hamilton, and to this union were born six children, three having preceded her in death, Mary, Thomas and a unnamed infant.  Andy, Martha and William are still living and left to mourn a great loss.  One of the living children has confessed a hope and feels she can meet grandmother when her life here is over.  Martha accepted the Council of her mother, who always gave all the children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren good counsel.  Mary passed away before grandmother, but left a bright hope of going to a better world.  So, Uncle Andy and William, if you ever expect to meet your mother again you will have to come in obedient to our saviors call, fear Him and keep His commandments.  Also her relatives, who have not made peace with Him, they to must obey His voice and come as grandmother did. Written by a grandson Elder Shelby Newsom.

Hicks, John A. ~ As time was moving under the guiding hand of our maker, in the realm of in concealable distance, a joyous spirit of a good neighbor, an honest citizens, a dear friend and a Christian Brother, John A. Hicks, was called to the Heavenly Paradise, September 28, 1952. Brother Hicks was the son of Jim and Francis Mosley Hicks.  He was born February 28, 1877, and departed this life as listed above.  There were seven sons and two daughters born unto this family.  When the spirit of Brother John took its flight, he left behind one brother, Jonas Hicks, and one sister Rosabelle, a true and faithful companion, Sister Elizabeth Gunnell Hicks and three sons, Joe, Robert and Richard.  Also five daughters, Mrs. Harman Scheel, Mae, Joy, Olga Trusty and Nora Bussy to mourn the loss of a dearly beloved one. Brother Hicks was faithful, persistent and devoted to Godly conversations and Christian conduct.  He glorified in the doctrine of an experience of grace and a free salvation by grace.  To this writer, he often quoted this scripture; “By grace are ye saved, through faith and that not of your self, it is the gift of God; not of works least any man's should boast”.  He realized that by the works of law only, man could not be saved, but through Christ Jesus who is the author of salvation.  Brother John is gone, but he left proof of a fine, faithful husband; fruits of a loving, tender father; fruits of a Christian life and all above all fruits of a living faith in God. Written by W. S. Akers. 

Huff, Vilora ~ Vilora Huff, the daughter of Isaac and Rebecca Sloan, was born March 7, 1888 and died September 7, 1951.  She was married to G. C. Huff , October 27, 1904, and to this union were born 10 children, six sons and four daughters.  All living except a son, Worley, who died when about the age of three.  Sister Vilora was baptized into the Fellowship of the Caney Fork Regular Baptist Church the year of 1909, and lived a faithful member in that church until death.  Sister Vilora only dreaded the sting of death.  She was sick a lot in her life, spending some time in the hospitals, which prevented her from attending church when she wanted to.  She loved to go to the Caney Fork Church, which was as she would say, her home.  She was a good wife and a good mother.  We know you all hated to give her, and you will always remember the day you followed her to her last resting place, where she will rest until Jesus calls.  Then her body will take its flight to that happy place where there is no more pain, no more worry, but love, peace and joy. Cleveland and the children, I know you remember what joy it was to meet around the old home when mother was there, but now she is gone, nevermore to return to the old home, but you can trust in mother's God, forsake the things sinful, be born again, then you can meet her in that new home, in heaven. Written by a brother in hope, Morrell Sloan. 

Johnson, Tanie ~ It is with a heavy and sad heart, I write this obituary of my beloved wife, Tanie Johnson.  Tanie, as I like to call her, was born May 10, 1890, and departed this life on February 2, 1954.  Tanie and I were married October 29, 1906, and 13 children were born into our home.  Seven boys and six girls, of which number, for boys and two girls are still living, and now mourning the loss of a kind and loving mother.  Tanie professed a hope in Christ and attached herself to the Old Regular Baptist Church, April 30th, 1939, and thereafter lived a true and faithful member until the death Angel came and moved her away to a home where dying is no more.  So my loss and the children's loss down here, we feel, is her eternal gain up yonder. Some of our children have professed a hope in Christ, and some have not, and to those who have not, let me plead with you that life here on earth is too short, and eternity too long to take chances with your soul.  For God's sake and the sake of your poor souls, look unto Him who is able to save, and who will save you, and then when you are saved, you will be able to meet your good mother in that glory land, where there is no pain, no sickness and no dying.  Children, I know it is sad, and it must be heartbreaking to return to the old home and find no mother there to greet you and comfort you, but death is in appointment, and comes to all, sooner or later, prepared or unprepared. I am lonely and without companionship now.  No one to comfort me through the lonely hours.  Only memories can carry me back into the past and support me in these hours, aided by the promise of my Lord, that he will never leave nor forsake me.  So bless the Lord.  With his help, I will soon join the company of Tanie where parting will be no more. Written by her bereaved husband, Elder Bud Johnson. 

Justice, Angeline ~ Sister Angeline Williamson Justice, daughter of Harvey and Isabelle Golf Williamson, was born March 28, 1875, and died August 12, 1954.  She was married to J. S.  Justice on February 23, 1891, to which union were born 18 children, six preceded her in death, with 12 surviving, namely: M. F. Justice, J. H. Justice, A. P. Justice, J. W. Justice, Wheeler Justice, Tilden Justice, Mrs. Quinnie Justice, Mrs. Delia Golf, Mrs. Josephine Arnold, and Mrs. Zinnie Scott, Mrs. Imal Collins, Mrs. Madge Smith.  Angeline’s husband died March 1, 1954. Sister Angeline was a member of the Burning Spring Regular Baptist Church or 37 years.  The membership of her church, her children and relatives, together with a great host of friends, now mourn her loss.  We all feel her soul is at rest with God waiting the redemption of her body.  The Burning Springs Church misses her presence; the neighborhood misses her too, but her children will miss her most.  But since our loss is great, heaven gain is greater.  To the children who have not made peace with God, I beg you to consider how short your life is here compared with the life beyond the grave, and start to make preparations to live more fully after this natural life fades away.  Mother made that preparation more than 37 years ago, so when you obey that low still voice which comes into every life, you can meet mother where no worries, no pain and no disappointments will hinder your joy and peace.  So follow mother, joined her company and lived with Jesus and all the redeemed of all the ages.  Remember mother, remember her life and use it for a guide. Written by a brother in hope of eternal life, John G. Stratton.

Martin, William ~ With sadness of heart all right this obituary of my loving husband, William Martin.  He was born February 13, 1879, deceased April 12, 1954, age 75 years, and two months.  He was the son of Tandy and Millie Martin, Drift, Kentucky, who preceded him in death several years ago.  He was married to Virgie V.  Newsome, December 14, 1907, and to this union were born 2 daughters, Mrs. Raymond Turner (Tana) Drift, Kentucky and Elizabeth Patton, Ashland, Kentucky, who survive.  He is also survived by four grandchildren and two great-grandchildren and two brothers, J. B. Martin, and Nicodemus Martin of Trenton, Tennessee.  He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Melvin, Kentucky, July 1915 and was baptized by Elder Henry Hall and Elder Hiram Hall.  He lived a true Christian life until our blessed Savior called him home.  He had a desire to counsel sinners about their lost souls and advise them to forsake sin and turn to God and be saved before it was too late.  We lived a Christian life together for over 39 years.  Oh, how I do miss him and especially his humble prayers.  He often prayed when it came his time to leave this trouble world for the Lord to take him on home, if it was His will, and not let him linger and suffer.  He only lived a few minutes after he was stricken with a heart attack.  He said, “mom don't you worry about me, if it's the Lord's time for me to go, it’s my time, I want His will to be done and I am ready to go”.  Our little family Circle had been broken but will be reunited again when Christ comes in power and great glory to call His redeemed home.  Thank God our tears will all be wiped away, then we will be happy with Jesus and our loved ones forever and ever around the throne of God.  What a glorious consolation for the children of God to look forward to. Now children let’s try not to grieve too much over the loss of daddy.  You know how he enjoyed his salvation.  I feel sure he is resting with Jesus and from your wonderful testimony of experience of Grace, I believe with all my heart you both are ready to meet daddy.  I'm trusting God to help us bear our burdens and to comfort and protect me in my sad and lonely hours.  I feel that it won't be long until we will be with daddy again. Time is swiftly passing by. The time for coming of our Lord draweth nigh. I desire the prayers of the children of God, and may God help us all who live closer and closer to Him each day as we journey on.
My loving wife don't grieve for me.
Neither lament nor mourn,
For I shall with Jesus be
With Jesus be when you are left alone.
Composed and written by his sad and lonely wife, Virgie Victoria Martin. 

May, Jeff ~  By request I will write a short sketch of the life of my dear brother in law, Jeff May. He was the son of Morgan May, and Jennie Smith May.  He was born August 1, 1872, and departed this life May 13, 1954, making it stay on Earth, 81 years, 9 months, 12 days.                  He was married to Sarah Conn, May, 1893, and to them was born eight children, three daughters and five sons.  One preceded him in death leaving seven children, and a host of grandchildren and friends mourn his loss. About seven years, his companion Sarah, was afflicted with tuberculosis of the bone, and was unable to use her hands very much, and scarcely walk.  During most of this time brother Jeff had to cook and wait on her and his little children.  He bore it all with patients and was so good to Sarah. On March 13, 1923, the death Angel visited his home again, and took his dear companion Sarah, leaving his home so lonesome and sad.  I heard him say, “children I can't live without Sarah”. It did not seem to mend his trouble when he married Feeby Elliott, either of them not able to work very much and make their way, so they friendly separated, and lived with their children. Brother Jeff was a member of the Mother's Home Church, of Regular Baptists, and was faithful to attend his meetings as long as he was able. The Writer can truthfully say, I was so glad when Brother Jeff took his membership at Mother's Home Church.  I felt sure I had someone to help repair the old church house.  Soon Brother Jeff called on his friends who gave him the money.  Brother Jeff and I went to work, we covered the house with tin roofing, painted it inside and out, repaired the floor, and made cement steps.  I often look at the work of his hand, it makes me feel so sad, how we miss him. Brother Jeff were blind about two years before he left us, we believe brother Jeff is not blind now, and has his dwelling in a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens and is rejoicing with his loved ones gone on before. Brother Jeff spent his last days at the home of his son, Feel May, who stood over dad, day and night answering every call.  His children were all good to him, but when old monstrous death came along they had to stand back. Now children, your dad has taken his place in the old graveyard beside Sarah, your mother, a place he talked so much about, and we believe awaiting the great trumpet to sound that awake the sleeping dust, brother Jeff will get up.  Then the soul and body will reunited and it will be a spiritual body; the same size that went down into the grave. And children, if you ever expect to see dad again, you must leave the field of sin, and serve the same God your dad and mother served here. I feel in the sweet by and by, I will meet Brother Jeff again in a land of everlasting joy, where there will be no more sorrow, pain and death, and join the sweet song of redemption. His memorial will be preached the fourth Saturday and Sunday in August, 1955, everybody is invited.
Written by his brother in law, and brother in hope of eternal life, Melvin, Conn. 

McKinney, Jake ~ It is with much sadness that I attempt to write a true obituary of my dear brother, Jake McKinney.  He was the son of Simpkins McKinney and Louise Akers McKinney.  He was born February 20, 1893 and departed this life April 22, 1953, making it stay on Earth 60 years, two months and three days.  He was married to Judy Stepp in 1916 and to this union was born 10 children, five of his children proceeded him in death leaving a good wife and five children, one brother and one sister and a host of grandchildren to mourn his loss. He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Robinson Creek in the year 1949 and lived a faithful Christian until God called him away to that beautiful home where there will be no more pain and death. Brother Jake love to go to church and meet his good brethren and sisters in the Lord. Brother Jake was a poor man and work hard all his life, he loved all his family and friends.  We miss his sweet company more than anyone knows, but I believe he is just resting from all his labors.  I think he is just waiting up there with his little loved ones that’s gone on before. He was so humble and kind and good to everybody. I will close this obituary, by saying to his good wife, Judy, I believe you are on the right road.  I will say to his children if you want to see father again, you must leave the field of sin and live for Jesus. Written by Mary M Conn. 

Meadows, Maude ~ With a sad heart, I write this obituary of mother, Maude Meadows, and a sister in the Lord.  Sister Maude was born, January 16, 1900, and died December 7, 1953, leaving her husband, Win Meadows, two daughters, Mrs. Mabel Compton, Mrs. Clementine Brewer, four grandsons and a host of brothren and sisters to mourn her loss.  Sister Maude attached itself to the Old Regular Baptist Church some 23 years ago, believing the church was a home here on Earth for the children of God. We miss mother, who was so good to us and everybody, and we should not worry over her, because we feel sure she has made her election and peace calling sure.  Her home is now is beautiful and kept with the love of God, were joy, peace and happiness rules.  Her husband and two children can go meet mother if they will fallout with sin, do the will of the father who says, "Look unto me all the ends of the earth, and be ye saved, for I am God, and beside me, there is none other".  May God bless you all. The memorial of Sister Maude will be the fifth Saturday and Sunday, July, 1955, near the home.  All preaching brethren and friends desire to be present. Written by Millard Brewer. 

Moore, Viola ~ It is with much sadness I write an obituary of my dear sister in Christ, to-wit: Viola Moore.  She was born April 15, 1895, and was the daughter of Stumbo and Millie Martin.  Sister Viola deceased this life August 26, 1954, age 59 years. She was married to Edward (Chick) Moore at Minnie, Kentucky, April 21, 1917. She leaves a good husband, a daughter, Katheryn, and four grandchildren, one brother and two sisters to mourn her loss. After living in sin, as we all did, and being sickly most of her life, I believe sister Viola got disturbed about the welfare of her soul and made the wonderful decision to live for the good Lord.  Sister Viola joined the Old Regular Baptist Church of Jesus Christ and was baptized by Elder McKinley Moore and Elder Jerry Hall Jr., on April 18, 1953 and took her Fellowship with the Old Beaver Church. She was loved by all the Brethren and sisters and was faithful to fill her seat when she was able. Now we feel there is a seat vacant in the Old Beaver Church and we miss dear sister but we do believe our loss is her eternal gain.  She has gone on to rest while her body sleeps in the family graveyard at McDowell.  We feel her soul is at rest and someday her body will rise and come forth from the grave, a spiritual body, a body that cannot die no more and her soul will unite with it and both soul and body go to heaven. So I may say to my Brother, “your dear his companion is gone.  I know there will be sad hours and days for you all.  Katheryn and children”.  But let me speak to you all, “let's do what the good Lord wants us to do and turn and live for Him”.  Oh Chick, my brother let’s put our lives on a candlestick, that it may give light to all that are in the house.  Let’s leave that sweet hope in the ears of our friends that we have made peace with Jesus. Sister for Viola was so good to me as the writer of this obituary.  I shall never forget that great love we had for her.  No, Katheryn, I can't come and find sister Viola anymore at home, can't hear her say, “did you find anything good to eat”?  Dear children and my brother, let's try and live for Jesus and meet mama again. Written by Elder McKinley Moore

Mullins, Cathern Yonts ~ Memory, I trust, I can call enough past experiences to enable me to write a true obituary of my dear mother in law, and sister in the faith, Cathern Mullins, who was born about the year 1878, and departed this life September 26, 1953, while at the home of her daughter Mae, at Omaha, Virginia.  She was married to Booker Mullins, May 27, 1897.  And to this union were born 11 children, of which number six preceded her in death, with five still living.  One son and four daughters, namely: Henry, Rhoda, Martishia, Bird and Mae. Cathern belonged to the Old Regular Baptist Church for 45 years, where she lived a true and faithful member.  She lived long enough to see four of her children confessed a hope in Christ, one son and three daughters.  Mother was confined to her bed seven years, and during this time, all the children did all they could to comfort her.  We believe she is now happy, resting in the paradise of God.  Our loss here of her company is her gain, or as we hear said, heavens gain.  The grand and great-grandchildren, if you expect to see grandmother again, you must believe in Jesus and be born again.
Written by Berley Mullins and wife, Henry Mullins and Rhoda Newsom.  

Mullins, Mandy ~ Mandy Mullins was born July 9, 1890, and departed this life March 17, 1954.  She was the daughter of Will and Bitha Patton Owens.  Mother was married to A. D. Mullins, and 10 children were born into their home.  She leaves three brothers, one sister, three daughters, two sons, 32 grandchildren and 18 great-grandchildren to mourn her loss. Her husband preceded her in death.  She joined the Regular Baptist Church at the age of 17.  Was sick several years before her death, but bore her sickness with much patience.  She was humble and we feel she exchanged a cross for a crown of glory and is now living with Jesus.  The children and all her relatives miss her here, but all can be with her if they will repent and be born again.  We can be as David said, she cannot come back to us, but by the grace of God, we can go where she is.  So mother, just sleep on, some sweet day, at the resurrection morn, I hope to meet you around the throne of God. The Memorial of mother will be the third Saturday and Sunday in March, 1955, at the Caney Creek church.  Everybody requested to come.
Written by her heart broken daughter, Alice Little. 

Mullins, Pricy ~ With much sadness I write this obituary of my daughter, Pricy Mullins, who was born May 23, 1925, and departed this life March 27, 1954, making her stay on Earth 28 years, nine months and 27 days.  She was married to James Mullins about 10 years.  To this union were born five children, three boys and two girls.  One girl preceded her in death. Pricy joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Little Rock, January 31, 1954, and was baptized February 27, 1954, by Elder Joe Burke, Oliver Meade, Tom Sloan and George Cook.  She wanted to be baptized at this time, and the writer told her to postpone it until she was better, and she said, “Papa you will let me die dissatisfied”.  She had a dream in which he saw Jesus with her baby in His arms and asked Him to give it to her.  Jesus said, ‘you can have it at two more score years”, after which she lived two months from the time of her dream.  Just a few minutes before she died, she called the writer to her bedside and said, ‘Papa, let us go home, I am not afraid to die”.  Pricy had a lot of friends who came to see her during her sickness which gave her a lot of happiness. The Memorial will be the fourth Saturday and Sunday in July, 1955. Written by a broken hearted father, Tom Sloan.

Newsom, Dr. William Gobel ~ Our beloved brother, Dr. William Gobel Newsom, was born in February 9, 1900, died May 15, 1953 age 53 years, three months and six days.  He was the son of George Washington and Fannie Tackett Newsom.  He married Mary Zetta Childers July 20, 1923.  To this union was born six children.  Two sons, William Gobel Junior, of Pikeville, Kentucky, and Randall of Fort Pierce, Florida.  Four girls, Mrs. Helena Ramsey, Mrs. Virginia Dare Wallace and Mrs. Jean Gray Tufts of Elkhorn city, Kentucky, Miss. Fay Ann Newsom of Fort Pierce, Florida. Brother Newsom joined the Old Regular Baptist Church October 16, 1949 and was baptized by this writer.  Later on his wife joined the same church.  After his death his baby daughter, Fay Ann, joined the old church.  The Writer baptized his daughter at the same place he was baptized.  Brother Newsom had a heart attack on June 20, 1949 and had to quit his practice as a doctor.  He became concerned about his soul, and began to pray on account of his sin.  This writer can’t help but think of the night I went to his home at Elkhorn City, he called on me to pray for him.  He began to tell the most wonderful experience I've ever heard.  He would talk a while and then cry.  It was one of the most alarming experiences.  I can yet see a doctor that was once so strong break down like he did.  He had been a doctor over 20 years. Had as he said, helped the sick, went to the dying trying to keep them alive.  But Oh a soldier had to give up the battle like our Lord and Apostles, they cured many of the diseased but alas, they had to die.  When they said to our Savior, “He saved others let him save himself,” but like Dr. Newsom he had cured many of the sick but the time came he could not cure himself, but had to pay the debt like many other great men. I often think of a song, “We didn't come here to stay always”.  Dr. Newsom moved away to Florida and tried to regain his health.  He lived for a few years and apparently he did get better.  He was a great fisherman and took the prize of being the best there.  Most of the time he did his fishing at night.  I went down and visited him, and went out one night with him.  He said, “Brother Frank you see that light yonder at the mouth of Indian River, near there is where I fell on my face and gave my whole heart to the Lord.  It was about 11 o'clock at night and I feel he pardoned me of all my sins.  I have been satisfied since that time.  When I have to leave this world I will live with my blessed Lord in heaven,” and broke down and cried like a baby.  I can almost see him today standing at the mouth of Indian River at the Atlantic Ocean.
Sister Zetta, to you and the children, I can't doubt but what his soul is resting in paradise with God.  His body has gone to sleep, but just as sure as I am writing this letter in the near future, our Lord will come with a shout with the trumpet, and will sound the trumpet so loud it will wake all the Saints out of their sleep.  Don't worry more than you have too.  Our brother is happy, he sleeps here on the hill overlooking Pikeville and my home.  Many times I go out in the night and look upon the hill from my home and think of Doctor.  Bless doctor’s children, will live will you live like father?  In all my life I have never seen a father love his children as your father loved you.  Bless his grandchildren, he loved them so much.  Now children sure as the Lord is above, if you go to heaven you have to pay pray like daddy did.  I hope the balance of doctors children will do as Fannie Ann did.  Don't forget the example your father laid before you.  He was not ashamed to come to the Old Regular Baptist and tell what the Lord had done for him.  Bless the remembrance of the day when I baptize your father.  He walked back up the bank into the road and said, “Brother Frank, I am the happiest I ever was in my life”.  Sister Zetta I cannot think of any wife on Earth that was more truer and kinder to her husband that you were.  No wonder the morning he put his hand in your hand and said, “I'm going to leave you in a few minutes, don't call anyone”, he knew you would stand by him. This letter is getting too lengthy, I could write on and on about anyone so good and true as Brother Newsom. Father is gone never to return to you again; you must accept Jesus as your personal savior, if you want to see father again and never have to part.  Don't worry about father but rather worry about yourself. Written by Frank A. Hopkins. 

Newsome, Bert ~ Brother Bert Newsom requested the writers to write his obituary.  Bert was born September 16, 1898, and departed this life May 30, 1954.  He was the son of William and Martha Newsome.  And the husband of Nellie Newsom, to which were born 14 children, four preceded him in death.  Brother Bert attached himself to Old Regular Baptist Church 22 years ago.  He did not believe in mixing with other churches, believing strictly in the faith, order and practice of the Old Regulars.  He stood firm for a clean house, and loved the old time-doctrine. Brother Bert’s children cared for their father throughout his sickness with much love and patience.  Children, your blessed father has only left a world of trouble and pain and gone to a world where he will enjoy perfect peace and everlasting happiness.  Oh, he was so happy when his daughter, Draxie, left this world of sin and came home, to the church.  He told us he could rest easy over her soul, and she would be one of the children to meet him in heaven.  And the remaining children can also meet him, if they will follow his counsel, which was to be obedient to God's spirit when it bids, “come ye all the ends of the earth, and be saved”.  Brother told us a week before he died, he only had a few more days to stay with us, that he had a home waiting where no suffering is, a home where there will be no plain, and no disappointments.  All will be peace, joy and love.  Mother, brothers and sisters, all can go live with Bert in his new home, if they will follow in his walk, heed his counsel. Brothers Memorial will be the second Saturday and Sunday, July 1955, with elders J. B. Hamilton, Butler Howell, Bert Howard, Taulby Kiser.  Everybody requested to come. Written by a brother and sister in law, Burnette and Shelby Newsom. 

Newsome, Rebecca ~ Rebecca Newsome was born January 30, 1882, deceased this life April 21, 1954, age 72 years, two months, and 22 days.  She was the daughter of George Jones and Nan Jones, married to William Newsome, February 28, 1906.  Unto this union were born 12 children, four died while they were infants, eight still living to mourn the loss of a good mother, two boys and six girls and a good husband.  Several grandchildren and many friends to mourn her loss. Sister Newsome was in the Paintsville Hospital and call for me to come to the hospital a few days before she come home and told me the good Lord forgave her of her sins and she was ready to go home.  She said if she got better, that she wanted me to baptize her.  So after she came home she told her children that she wanted to get her a dress to be baptized in.  So God sent his angel to her home and took her home.  So sister Newsom never got to be baptized. But we believe that her soul is resting in Jesus and in the morning of the resurrection her body will come forth out of the grave purified and changed and made like the body of our Lord, and soul and body reunite and go to heaven to sing God's praise for evermore. So children if you ever want to see your good mother you will have to quit doing things that are wrong and believe in God and repent of your sins, so when you leave this world, you can meet your good mother in a better world.  So one of the girls has professed a hope and joined the Old Regular Baptist Church.  So children look to Jesus and trust in him and you can meet your good mother in a better country. Her memorial is the third Saturday and Sunday in April, 1955.  Ministers to attend: Elder Joe Jones, F. A.  Hopkins, Charley Jones, Jerry Hall Sr.  Ever body is invited. Written by a brother in hope, Elder Jerry Hall Sr. 

Nickle, Emizell ~ Emizell Nickle was born April 29, 1889, deceased January 17, 1954.  She was the daughter of Reuben and Elizabeth Slone and married Sid Nickle, November 28, 1912.  Unto this union were born 14 children, five sons and nine daughters, of which number five preceded her in death, leaving four sons and five daughters to mourn her loss. Sister Emizell attached herself to the Old Regular Baptist Church in 1935, was baptized by Elder L. D. and J. C. Mosley.  She was a faithful member and a good neighbor.  Always helping the sick.  She loved to attend her church where she rejoiced in singing and shouting praise to her Lord.  It seemed she would forget all her pains and worries.  And when one of her daughters confessed a hope and came to the church it filled her heart with joy.  Mother would have enjoyed life more, if all the boys and the other girls would have come to the church like Dacie came during mother's lifetime.  But children as long as life exists, you have a chance to repent and turn to the Lord for salvation.  We feel mother's soul is at rest with her five little children.  Mother seemed to worry so much and pray for her Boy to return home, and they all did return.  The prayers of the righteous availeth much.  Sister Emizell and I had many happy days together; also many worried ones and both shed many tears together.  Sid, you had a good wife.  You did all you could for her, but now she’s gone.  May God bless you and all to meet her. Written by a sister in hope, Millie Hall. 

Osborne, Katie ~ In writing this obituary of my loving mother, Katie Osborne, my heart is heavy with loneliness and sadness.  Mother was born October 13, 1876, and passed on over into the glory land on April 28, 1954, being 77 years, six months and 15 days old.  Mother was the daughter of William Elswick and Elizabeth Johnson Elswick.  She was married to Jack Osborne January 31, 1895, and to this union were born 13 children, eight boys and five girls.  One boy, four years old, preceded her in death about 50 years ago.  Mother had 62 grandchildren and 56 great-grandchildren. Mother was sick for many years and had several strokes, and on the evening of April 28, 1954, while staying with the writer, she became suddenly ill and only lived about 30 minutes.  I was alone at this time and mother called for the other children, and I was able to get Bertha, Melvin, Curtis and the three grandchildren mother raise, who were present when the last sign of life left.  Mother's last words were, “children you have to pray for yourselves, I can't pray for you any longer”.  Mother never forgot to pray for her children during all her sickness and wanted them all to meet her in glory world. Children and dad, if you want to see mother again, you must fallout with sin and close in with the offered mercy's of our Lord, who will hear your every cry.  Mother joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in May 1900, with her membership at Enterprise Church for 54 years, were she lived a true and faithful member.  She lived and talked her religion without having anything against anyone, or anyone having anything against her.
“Our beautiful, loving mother is now passed on;
We cry, weep and mourn because she is gone,
No more can we see her on Earth below;
But only with Jesus, if there we she'll go.
She changed pasture in death, her spirit flown,
Her spirit now happy with Jesus, his own;
Come children, embrace that kind loving Lord,
And meet dear mother trusting God word”.
The Memorial will be the second Saturday and Sunday in July, 1955, at or near the home, where the following ministers, whose names were taken from her Bible, to preach: B. H.  Baker, F. A. Hopkins, Jerry Hall Sr, Baxter Osborne, Joe Jones, E.V. Hopkins, Ellis Moore M. C. Wright, Steve Osborne and Sam Justice.

Ousley, Elcaney ~ By request of his wife, Martha Ousley, and his children I write an obituary of a brother in Christ. Elcaney Ousley, born in Floyd County, Kentucky, August 31, 1877, deceased this life June 17, 1954.  He took suddenly ill on Thursday morning about nine o'clock and lived until two o'clock the same day. He married first to Lourania Prater.  Unto this union was born seven children four boys and three girls.  All four boys preceded him in death as did Lourania.  The surviving girls are Lona Ousley, Ethel Hughes and Myrtle Clevenger. He was married to Martha Prater in 1916.  The daughter of Rhodes and Curley Prater.  To this union was born in large family of 11 children.  Eight boys and three girls.  Two boys Merle and Dallase proceeded in death.  The living children are James, Bertinm, Estel, Ocie and Gertrude McCall of Mansfield, Ohio.  Mollie at home.  Pearl Marie Mace, Barbara Ellen Gambriel and Herbert Dale of McArthur, Ohio.  Also several grandchildren.  Three brothers and three sisters also survive.  Jack, Bill, Mike, Anna Hicks, Judy Bradley and Sady Prater and a host of friends to mourn his loss.  We feel our loss is his eternal gain in heaven. He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church and took up Fellowship at the Maggie Home Church at Dundas, Ohio, the fourth Saturday in October, 1950 and lived a true, faithful member.  The vacant place in the church and home can never be filled.  We feel his wife and some of his children the hope of meeting him.  I want to say to his children who have not made their peace calling and election sure with God and want to meet father again had better do so in this life.  So children accept Christ as your Savior as I feel your father did, to gain a beautiful home in heaven, where there will be no sickness or pain or death.  All will be well up there with the Lord forever. The fourth Saturday and Sunday in August, 1955, the funeral of brother Elcaney and brother Elbert Chitwood will be preached at the Maggie Home Church, Dundas, Ohio.  All friends are invited to attend. Written by a brother in hope of eternal life, Bill Prater, McArthur, Ohio. 

Ousley, Rebecca ~ By request of the family, I write this obituary of Rebecca Mosley, my beloved sister in law, and also my sister in Christ.  Sister Rebecca was born March 17, 1897, and died July 12, 1954.  She was the daughter of A. J. and Florence Allen, and was married to B.H. Ousley, March 12, 1912, and to this union were born five children, one son and four daughters, all now living to mourn the loss of a dear mother. Sister Rebecca joined the Philadelphia Church about 30 years ago and lived faithfully until death.  She was often heard shouting and praising the Lord.  Although she was sick for about 20 years, she bore her sickness with patients.  She met her friends with a smile and kind words, and took great delight in comforting the sick.  Also took pleasure in helping the sick at all times when she was able and before she became ill. The husband and children have lost their best friend.  Her life was so devoted to them.  Husband and children, cannot see her here anymore, but can depart from evil and sin, make peace with the Lord, and live with her when this life is over.  So children, be good to your father.  He needs your presence and your attention to help him in his declining years.  And you children need fathers’ presence and attention, too.  May God impress you to live as your good mother.  Keep her in your mind always. Written by a brother in hope, S. M. Ousley. 

Page, Alice ~ by request of a good old husband, I will attempt to write an obituary of his dear companion, Dallas Page. She was born August 17, 1878 and departed this life June 24, 1953.  Making her stay on Earth, 74 years, 10 months and seven days. She was married to William H., June 15, 1901 and to this union was born 12 children, Clark four daughters and eight sons and five of her children preceded her in death, leaving a dear old husband and eight children and a host of friends to mourn her loss. Sister Page was affected for some time, and often called for preaching brother run to come and preached for her.  She was very weak when she reached her trembling hand become a member of the old regular Baptist Church, and said, the good Lord has pardoned all my sins.  I want to live with you, she was weak and out of breath, and said one I get able I will tell you the rest. We feel very sorry sister page was not able to take the water baptism, but we believe sister page received the baptism of the Holy Ghost and fire. This was the baptism the John the Baptist spoke of, when these said in Matthew three chapter 11; I indeed baptize you with the water unto repentance; but he that cometh after me is mightier than I whose shoes I am not worthy to bear; he shall baptize you with the Holy Ghost them with fire. We believe sister page was born again, not of corruptible see, but of incorruptible, by the word of God, who live of and Abydos forever. I will say to her children, if you have not made peace with God, you will have to fallout with sin, and close in with the free offered mercy's of God before it is finally and everlastingly too late. I will say to the dear old brokenhearted husband, we believe your dear companion is now resting in that land where no pain and sorrow, or death can ever come, awaiting the great trumpet to sound and joined the heavenly host to saying the sweet song the redemption for evermore. Written by a brother in hope of eternal life, Melvin Conn. 

Pickle, Rebecca ~ Rebecca Bridgeman Pickle, age 55 years, 7 months and 9 days, went to heaven at 2:15 P. M., Wednesday, September 30th, 1953. She was the wife of Frank Pickle who has devotedly shared her beautiful life since March 8, 1923.  She was the daughter of the late Mr. and Mrs. Floyd Bridgeman.  Other survivors are three sons, Carl, Frank and Billy, and three daughters, Virginia Ray, Mrs. Hazel Jean Mathewson and Mrs. Wanda Tackett.  Two brothers, Morgan and Lee Bridgeman, and four sisters, Mrs. Laura Perry, Mrs. Sarah Newsome, Mrs. Liza Perry and Mrs. Bessie Hackney, and was blessed to have seven grandchildren. Mrs. Pickle was a member of the Enterprise Regular Baptist Church.  The church was a guiding light to this woman of God.  She has raised a splendid family who can rise and call her blessed.  Not only did she take her place in the Enterprise Church but never let an opportunity go by that she did not attend other churches where she could learn more of the Masters love. A beloved Christian neighbor and friend has gone from Indian Creek, the neighborhood where she was born.  The influence and love of this dear woman will not be easily to replace.  Those who have been befriended by Rebecca will miss that voice that could not say “No” when it was her duty to go even beyond her strength to do her duty as a Christian neighbor, mother and wife.  They will miss the association at her bountiful table she so love to spread for those who would eat with her.  Not just special friends, but any who wanted to eat at her table. Rebecca was a great lover of flowers.  Surely the Angels strew her path with every color of those beautiful and dainty masterpieces that only God can make, as she went to the Pearly Gates. She has fought a good fight, has finished her course and kept the faith, and now she has gone to receive a crown of righteousness which the Lord, the righteous Judge, shall give her and not only her but all who love Him and do His will.
To Frank, her beloved husband
Down the years you’ve come together, many happy busy years.
Filled with days of love and laughter, inter-twined with days of tears.
Dark days when you wept together, for old friends lost along the way.
Life when lived its fullest measure can’t be always light and gay.
But upon this day of sorrow, as your friends clasp and cling, in your heart I know you’re saying,
“Thanks Dear Lord for everything”.

Porter, Mary Tackett ~ With sadness of heart, I write a short obituary of my dear mother, Mrs. Mary Tackett Porter.  She was born September 16, 1878, and deceased this life, December 5, 1954.  She was over 76 years at death.  She married Martin Porter 1893 and to this union was born eight children, W. M. Porter, Fannie Steele, Henry Porter, Virgie Porter, Gypsy Meade, Elizabeth Porter, B. D. Porter and J. B. Porter.  She was the daughter of Little Green and Ruthie Newsom Tackett. She lived in the Old Regular Baptist Church over 55 years.  She took 55 Sacraments without missing any of them.  She was loved and cherished by all who knew her and she had a smile for everyone.  We loved mother very much and we miss her so badly, but we feel our loss is her eternal gain.  Some of her children has follow in her footsteps, and we trust the others will do so soon. Written by her son in hope, B.D. Porter. 

Sanders, Louisia ~ This is a sad undertaking to write an obituary of a loving wife and grandmother, Louisia Sanders, who was born August 12, 1891, and departed this life March 31, 1954.  She was married to Jim Sanders, November 5, 1903, and 12 children were born into their home.  Six sons and six daughters, four sons and four daughters preceded her in death; two sons and two daughters survive, Elden and Everett, Alene Rose, Lenora Vaughan and her companion, Jim, to mourn a great loss.  But this loss to us, we feel, is her eternal gain. Louisia joined the Pine Grove Old Regular Baptist Church the second Saturday in April, 1917, and was baptized the same day by Elder George Fowl.  She was taken ill December of 1953, and lingered until March 31, 1954, when she passed away with a smile on her face.  The fourth Saturday night in November, 1953, she was at the Caney Creek Church for last time, and when the meeting close, the congregation walked out, leaving Louisia the last to leave the church except the janitor.  She stopped in the door, stood there looking on the wall before walking out, and told sister Laura Scott and others, she saw Jesus with two little Angels in his Huff, you do not tell Jim, it would worry him. She always admonished others to be careful how they talk about others.  The four children and grandchildren will do well to follow mother's advice, and if they want to meet her again, they must be born of the spirit of God.  Louisia and I live together 50 years and her departure has left me lonely, yes, so lonely.
Written by her broken hearted husband and granddaughter, Elder Jim Sanders, Betty Sue Justice. 

Scott, Oscar O. ~ Brother Oscar O. Scott was born July 16, 1893, died August 25, 1953.  He was 59 years and 11 months old.  He married Lily May Tackitt August 24, 1917.  Unto this union was born three children, one boy, Robert T.  Scott and two daughters, Mrs. Alice Joyce Carter and Mrs. Anna Mae Scott Miller. Brother Scott served in the United States Army during World War I and World War II.  He was a good soldier.  He was retired from the Army as captain with a bad heart.  He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church, Sunday, May 4, 1946 and was baptized by this writer.  I can truthfully say, he bore the fruit of a child of God, and never did waver from his faith.  He was true to his religion and was not ashamed of his church.  Before he died he said he wanted to be taken back to the Enterprise Church to which he belonged, to have his funeral preached by the Old Regular Baptist, and if they couldn't take him back there, to not have it preach.  This Writer was in the hospital being operated on, the same day he was laid in the grave, and he was laid away without his funeral being preached.  He was so true to his religion he did not want any others to preach over his lifeless body, save those he was in Fellowship with.  The Writer can say in the 46 years of his preaching, he never did come in contact with any greater faith.  The Writer can recall hearing him say, “If the church did not want him to smoke cigarettes he would quit them. Dear wife and children: According to his life since he joined the church we can't doubt but what he is resting from his labors.  Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord, from henceforth yea sayeth the spirit, they rest from their labor.  His works do follow him.  There remaineth, therefore, a rest to the people of God.  Children your daddy has gone home to live with the Angels.  His soul, I surely do believe is resting in the paradise of God, in heaven.  The time will come soon that your daddy's soul will come back and get his body that is sleeping in the grave at Lexington, and will reunite both soul and body.  He will ever be with the Lord.  Daddy was a good father, he always wanted you all to come and see him.  Bob, I heard him say often, your army life was hard, and how often he prayed for you when you were overseas for your safe return.  Now children your daddy can't look to see you coming to see him while he was so sick.  All you can do is get ready to go and see him where he is not sick.  All sickness is gone away.  When the death call was answered it sent a tingle of sadness and regret into all our homes.  I know that Lily May, his loving wife, stood by his side at all hours of the night.  She listened to his calls.  I know that it is a painful event.  She feels like the happy home in which she and Oscar lived for some time in the city at Lexington, and so peacefully enjoyed alone, has been sunk into despair.  But the writer thinks that Oscar has been awarded the most beautiful home that anyone could think of.  Lily May you should not weep as those who have no hope.  The writer prays that you and your children will have faith like daddy had, and trust in the same God, and that God will fill the vacancy caused by death in your lives with His comforting spirit   the few days you have to remain from daddy.  It is a short time until we too, shall follow into death’s dark road.  Just a few more days and God will say: enough; then Danny with all our loved ones, will break the prison walls of clay and gather together with all before the judgment throne of God.  The writer prays to God, that he, through his infinite wisdom will so arrange by his unequaled mercy, a way, whereby that Oscar can meet his wife and children on the sunny banks of sweet deliverance. Our home is sad and lonely, while grief fills our hearts.  We hope to me dear daddy, and never more have to part.  A gentle voice said, “come”, and with a farewell unspoken, he gladly entered home.  We loved him, yes we loved him but the Angels loved him more, and they came and called him home, to yonder shining shore.
Written by Elder Frank A. Hopkins. 

Sizemore, Jennie Halbert ~ With much sadness of heart, by request, I will try to write an obituary of my dear mother, and sister in Christ, to-wit: Jennie Halbert Sizemore, daughter of John Halbert and Mary Allen Halbert.  She was born January 2, 1879.  She separated this life in death March 19, 1954, at the age of 75 years, two months and 16 days. She was married to Burl Spurlock, son of Kennas Spurlock and Elizabeth Martin Spurlock, who preceded her in death April 5, 1905.  To this union was born five children. In 1913 she was married to Adam Sizemore, son of John Penny Sizemore and Fannie Osborne Sizemore. To this union was born five children. Sister Sizemore leaves a good husband, eight children, 27 grandchildren, 23 great-grandchildren, many good friends in the Old Beaver Church to mourn her loss. Sister Sizemore joined the Old Regular Baptist Church of Jesus Christ August 20, 1938 and was baptized by Elder E. H. Howard and Aaron Pack, and took her Fellowship with the Old Beaver Church. She was a faithful member to attend church and fill her seat, and was greatly loved by the brethren and sisters.  She would meet you with a smile and tears sometimes flowing from her eyes.  I talked with sister Sizemore several times.  I can say as I believe her love was great for the Old Beaver Church, and her Fellowship was much to me.  She had so much faith toward me and brother Troy.  I shall never forget.  It sure was a joy to my soul to sit and talk with her and hear her tell the good things, she felt that the Lord had done for her.  Time and time again I would go see her.  She would shout with joy. She sure did like to hear the good brethren and sisters sing the good old-time songs and the good brethren to preach the good gospel of Jesus Christ.  And I believe the life of Sister Sizemore lived was light to children and her friends, and the Old Beaver Church.  Sister Sizemore Was sick a lot in life and also was hit by a car on the highway and suffered many pains, but she sure did bear them with much patience calling on the good Lord and praying to him to give her ease, and asking the good brethren and sisters to remember her.  So dear children, you all were good to Mother, tried to do all you could to keep her with you all.  So I do believe when my King, whom I serve, called for her she was ready to go, and in that great morning of the resurrection, sister Sizemore's soul that departed that feeble body of hers will come and take up its abode with a spiritual body.  Then both soul and body will go to heaven where no troubles can come.  So dear children may I beg you to meet mother again, fallout with sin you that haven't and choose that good part that shall never be taken away from you. I truly believe that your good mother did choose Jesus for her personal Savior.  I may say to her good husband, uncle Adam Sizemore, I trust that you may choose life and live and be able to meet your dear ones that's gone.  So there could be many more things written but with all the writing we could do, we couldn't express our love that we had for sister Sizemore, who is just gone on and paid the debt we shall all have to pay.  A seat is vacant in the Old Beaver Church.  Oh, Sister Anne, I may say I know it is sad for you when you come to church and can't see good mother they.  After all we have many sorrows to bear.  Then let’s be of good cheer and meet mother again.  She has just beaten us and gone on.  I can almost hear her shout the praises of God, for joy and gladness.  Oh yes, we miss her but we do feel our loss is her eternal gain. So dear children and good husband, friends and relations of sister Sizemore farewell for awhile.  May the blessings of the good Lord be with you all and try and meet mother again.                  Written by Elder McKinley Moore. 

Slone, Margarett ~ Sister Margaret Sloan was born in the year 1870 a, died September 6, 1954.  She was the daughter of Lish and Liza Bates Johnson.  She married Manfeld Sloan, and to this union were born six children, two dead and four living, one sons and three daughters.  Sister Sloan was a member of the Mount Olive Church around 20 years, and was faithful until death.  Was love by all who knew her.  Her presence at church and in the neighborhood, we will see no more; the church’s loss and the children’s loss are great, but we hope this loss will be the means of turning someone toward the path traveled by the good mother, who is now sleeping and will come out of the grave at the last day, in the resurrection, and go to that good world to live with Jesus forever, were there will be no separation.  Where she, I believe will join her husband who departed this life March 27, 1940.  The family wants to thank all those who attended the funeral, the Turner Funeral Home, for its kindness, the preachers, for there consoling words, and the neighborhood, for sympathy.  Mother is not dead, just sleeping in the arms of Jesus. Written by Elder E. H. Howard. 

Tackett, Dixie ~ (Autobiography) Demus Tackett, husband of Dixie Tackett, wanted this autobiography place in our minutes: The beginning of my sickness was the 17th day of February, 1952.  This being February 20, 1953, I thought I would write a short sketch during my illness.  I have been in bed one year and three days today.  I have stayed away from my home most of the time, away from my husband son, trying to recover.  I am trusting in the Lord that I will soon be able to go back home to them. I dreamed the other night of being baptized at the Joppa Church.  I was in the water shouting and praising God for what he had done for me.  That's was the happiest time of my life.  Then I awoke.  So, I feel tonight that a good prayer will help anybody.  I have hope there is a better home awaiting for me.  Signed Dixie Tackett. She put her arms around my neck just before she died and told me she was going to a better home, take care of my baby.  Dixie was born May 23, 1917, died August 27, 1954.
Written by Demus Tackett. 

Tackett, Susan ~ Susan Tackett was born February 21, 1875, died September 8, 1953.  She was a daughter of Wilson and Mahaley Martin Caudill.  She was married to Able Tackett, March 31, 1898, and to this union were born eight children, five sons and three daughters.  One son and two daughters preceded her in death.  She was baptized by Elders Jerry Hall and Bud Johnson into the Fellowship of the Joppa Church, the first Saturday in July, 1949. Sister Susan was sick and unable to get out of bed for about two years, but was patience and pleasant throughout her illness.  She was a good mother, and often begged her children to come, go home with her.  She always helped the children, and would beg the boys to quit drinking, which they did before she died.  She told her husband four days before she died, she was going to rest.  For some time before she passed on, she would beg the Lord to come and take her out of her suffering.  We loved her but the Angels loved her more and took her to that shining shore of happiness.  The Golden Gates were open.  A gentle voice said come, with farewell unspoken, she calmly went home.  Susana leaves her husband, two sisters, five children, 18 grandchildren, nine great-grandchildren to mourn her loss.
Written by her sister in the flesh Mrs. Minda Thornsbury. 

Vance, W. M. ~ The children requested I write an obituary of their father, W. M. Vance, who was born January 6, 1876, date of death not given.  He was the son of Tom and Manda Vance.  Was married to Mary Caudill in the year 1897, and unto this union were born seven children.  After the death of Mary, Brother Vance married Rebecca Elswick and to this union were born 10 children.  Then after the death of Rebecca, Brother Vance married Martha Newsome, who is now living. Brother Vance attached himself to the Old Regular Baptist Church the second Saturday in January, 1930, with his membership at Samaria, and lived a faithful member until his death.  He leaves one brother and about 15 children to mourn his loss.
Written by his brother, Jarvie Vance. 

Warren Clarenda (Sissy) ~ We, the children, with heavy hearts write this obituary of our good and precious mother, who was born January 22, 1869, deceased March 6, 1954, age 83 years, one month and 12 days.  She was the daughter of Jack and Milly Moore, and the wife of Jack Warren who proceeded her in death, July 26, 1950.  There were 10 children born unto this union, two having died in infancy.  Eight children yet survive to morn mother's loss; three sons and five daughters, Willie, Hawley, Everett, Laura, Cassie, Maude, Minnie and Malta.  Mother also leaves one brother, one sister, 36 grandchildren and 26 great-grandchildren. Mother joined the Stonecoal Church about 42 years ago.  She prayed to live long enough to see all her children get grown.  She had cancer for up in 30 years, but always enjoyed going to church.  She was seriously ill only five days, and prayed as long as she could talk, and bore her sickness with patients.  Mother always extended a welcomed to all into her humble home and served them with the best she had.  We miss her more with the coming of each evening.  It is so lonely for us and the grandchildren we all loved her so much, but Jesus loved her more.  The Stonecoal Church has lost a faithful member and the community a kind hearted and hard-working servant.  For she was a servant to all, and enjoyed being such.  She loved old-time singing and to talk concerning the good things in the Bible.  Mother had a hard time on Earth, but we feel she will have a good time in heaven, were we hope to meet her. Her Memorial will be May 31, 1955, and Allen Cemetery, Mouth of Goose Creek. Written by her broken hearted children.