New Salem Association of Old Regular Baptists of Jesus Christ
1956 MINUTES
Of The One Hundred and Thirty-First Annual Session
September 21, 22 and 23

OBITUARIES

Transcribed by Terry Triplett

Adkins, L. Grant ~  There are no words which can express the loss of my dear father, L. Grant Atkins.  He was born at Greasy Creek, Pike County, Kentucky, on October 15, 1868 and died at the age of 86 years on October 17, 1954.  He was the son of Winwright Atkins, and the husband of Anna Elizabeth Coleman Atkins, who preceded him in death April 7, 1949.  Daddy and mother were both members of the Regular Baptist Church.  They left three sons, Grady, Sollie and Alvin Atkins, two daughters, Fanny Adkins and Nan Clark to mourn their loss.  Before Mother died she asked me to keep daddy and care for him so she could die happy knowing that I would be good to him.  I gave him every comfort that I possibly could.  He was with me five years and seven months.  When he died he was a faithful member of the church and when he became too feeble to attend church he would worry so much about his being unable to attend.  Daddy would sing every night before he retired.  I can seem to hear him singing at night now.  I miss him so much.  It is the most wonderful experience a child can ever have in this world to be good and care for a good Christian father and mother in their last days here on Earth.  It brings you closer to God.   Written by his daughter, Nan Clark.

Akers, Wyona ~ It is with a very deep feeling that I attempt to write a short obituary of Sister Wyona Hopkins Akers.  She was the daughter of the late John Hopkins and Kate Atkins Hopkins.  Sister Wyona was born May 25, 1893 and departed this life August 9, 1956.  Sister Wyona was married to Andrew Akers about the year 1912.  There were 14 children born to this union.  13 survive her and one preceded her in death.  Sister Wyona joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in 1950.  She was baptized by Elder Jerry Hall and lived a devoted and faithful member until her death.  We knew sister Wyona have the sweet witnessed that God in his goodness called her to his paradisical regions above to await the general resurrection to wit: redemption of the body, and forever to be with the Lord.  Children of sister Wyona, let me beg you with a heart full of love-if you haven't made preparations to meet mother in heaven-start now-time and opportunity have already appeared unto all them that have come to the knowledge of sin.  Seek the truth in Jesus, and if you know the truth, the truth shall make you free from the law of sin in death.  So dear children, Harden not your hearts-lest ye fall victim to eternal damnation.  Hearken unto the voice of the Lord.  Sister Wyona has conquered death.  Though you no doubt would love to have mother back, yet we would not call her back to suffer death again.  She cannot come to you, but by the grace of God you can go to her.  In addition to her children she leaves a devoted husband and a host of friends to mourn her departure, but we have the witness that our loss is heaven's eternal gain.
See the pale moon shining on mother's white tombstone,
It’s just like me a weeping, it just like me alone,
It’s just like me a weeping, cold dew drops shades my brow,
It’s just like me a weeping, I have no mother now.
Written in behalf of Sister Wyona’s children and at the request of her brother in law, by notes, and Brother in the Lord, Brother Fred Akers.  Humbly yours in Christ, Roy B. Akers.  

Boyd, Andy ~ It is with much sadness, and a very unworthy feeling, that I will try in my weakness to help the family write a short obituary of a dear loving father, and I feel a dear brother, two-wit: brother Andy Boyd.  He was born October 24, 1892 and departed this life November 6 about 8:05 P.M., at the age of 63 years and 13 days.  Brother Andy had been in very bad health for several years and he finally gave up and took his bed October 15 and steadily grew worse.  On Saturday, October 22, his brother Bennie, sister Myrtle, brother Liney, brother Lee Conn, sister Rosa Boyd, and sister Junie went to see him and on Saturday evening he wanted them to have church for him and at the close of the meeting he gave his week, feeble, hand and asked for a home in the church, and said when he got able the wanted to come back to Prater to be baptized, and said he wanted his membership in the Little Salem Church.  He said he had had that hope for a long time but sometimes that hope would get so low he would doubt it, and he wanted to be sure, and he prayed that God would brighten his hope for him.  The last night he stayed with me he told me of that hope, and said sometimes it got so low that he doubted it.  Children, I believe this is the experience of every child of God.  Brother Andy never got able to come back and be baptized, though if he had that baptism that John spoke of, that Christ would give, and I believe he did have it, he will be eternally housed in Heaven. Brother Andy was taken to the Kings Daughters’ Hospital in Ashland on Saturday morning October 30, and they put him under oxygen.  He remained under it until Sunday morning, November 6.  He was suffering so much his brother, Bennie, who had been by his side most of the time, ask the doctor to take him from under the oxygen, because it was only prolonging his suffering, and he agreed to that.  As he had got so low that they had already quit giveing him anything.  He had been praying so hard for God to let him stay with his dear children a little longer, but about 10:00 o'clock while brother Bennie and his two dear son that loved him so much were holding him in their hands off the bed, he said, “Children I have to go and I'm going on over”.  He began to clap those little, poor and feeble hands and praise that blessed Redeemer of his.  Brother Bennie said he was so happy and rejoicing.  Then after that he never did recognize anybody else until about 8:05 that evening.  I believe that God saw that he had suffered enough, and He sent a convoy of his holy Angels to carry that blessed spirit  back home.  Children, may God bless your sad and lonely hearts.  I feel that when you see your dear daddy again he won’t have that poor, little, weak, frail body that you see him with today.  That cancer and disease has devoured, but I feel that he will have a happy and glorified body like Christ most glorious body.  He begged his dear brother Bennie to stay with him until he was taken back home and brother Bennie told him he would if God would hold him up, and I feel that God did do that, and Brother Bennie, I do feel that God will still bless you for what you have done for your dear brother.  Brother Andy's dear companion proceed him in death on the 12th day of May, 1954.  He leaves three dear sad and lonely children, two boys and one girl, two-wit: Kellie, and Kessie of Boyd County, and Mrs. Ermine Smiley of Detroit, nine grandchildren, one great grandchild.  He also leaves two brothers and six sisters. Two-wit: William Boyd of Lancer; Mrs. Lee Conn, Harold; Mrs. J. P. Hall, Honaker; Mrs. Richard  Wills, Watergap; Bennie Boyd, Mrs. Ike Conn, Mrs. Fred M. Akers and Mrs. Allen W. Akers of Dana, and a dear old uncle, two-wit; Brother Ben Moles, who is here today.  God bless his dear old soul, and a host of brothers, sisters, relatives and friends to mourn his loss, but children, I do feel that your loss here is his eternal gain. Children, may God bless your sad and lonely hearts, and God help you never to forget that blessed Council he gave you to always love one another, and help one another, and children I do trust that you will never let anything come between you that will cause heartaches, but above everything else, I hope that you can meet your dear daddy and mother again were it will be joy, peace and happiness. I believe that one more stick has been put in the building, and it is like the song “Like a Ship See the Church”. He has made his own selection to preach his funeral, two-wit: Brother George Perrigan, Willie Lee Conn, Johnny P. Hall, and Brother Liney L. Boyd. 
Written by a very unworthy brother-in-law, Allen W. Akers.           

Caudill, Mary Alice ~  I will try to write an obituary of my mother, Mary Alice Caudill. She was the daughter of Elder Pierce Cook and Florence Cook.  Both who are deceased. She was born August 5, 1878, making her 77 years old when she died November 9, 1955.  She married Sylvester Lee Truman at an early age.  Unto this union were born three children. Commodore, June and Belva.  My father died when we three children were too young to ever remember what a real father's love was. After my father's death, mother married Manuel Caudill April 28, 1900.  Unto this union was born seven children.  Three boys and four girls.  The boys all died before mother.  Two in infancy.  The other two lived to manhood. All six of mother's girls are left to mourn for her, June and Belva her first marriage.  Golda, Ivadell, Thelma and Florence by her second marriage. Mother joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in 1912.  She was always faithful to fill her seat.  She would make somebody take her to church when she was too sick to sit up.  Her seat is vacant now but I know her reward will be great in heaven. Mother and Manuel moved to Wayland one year before she died.  Manual died just one week after they moved to Wayland. Mother was able to go until just a short time for she died.  After she got sick she had to go to bed, the girls all came and waited on her until she died.  Mother enjoyed people coming in to see her everybody was so good about coming to see her. Sisters, you that have not made peace with God, get ready to meet mother who has gone from us, where there is no parting.  Mother has gone never to return, but by the grace of God, we can see her again.  I could write much more about mother.  She was widely known and loved by all who knew her. I want to thank all the people who visited mother during her sickness.  I pray that God will bless you all.
Written by her daughter, June.

Conley, Mrs. Margaret Ramey ~  By request of the children and the husband I will write the obituary of Sister Margaret Ramey Conley of Soft Shell, Kentucky.  She deceased this life November 29, 1955 been about 70 years of age.  She joined the Balls Fork Church many years ago and lived a faithful member until death.  She left to mourn her loss a husband and six sons: Michael, Troy, Robert, Loy, George and Kendall, all of Knott County; three daughters, Mrs. Tom Hicks, Mrs. Daniel Gayheart, of Knott County, and Mrs. Clifford Hanger of Michigan.  I want to say to the children, you have lost a good mother and to the Balls Fork Church we have lost a good member but we feel that our loss is heaven's gain.  To the children yet in sin if you ever see mother you'll have to fallout with sin and be born again.  Except you humble yourself and be born again you will not be in the resurrection with the righteous, it will be a complete body in heaven.  It will be like His most glorified body. Written by Elder Coy Combs.  

Crager, Laura ~  With a sad and broken heart I will try to write a short obituary of my dear mother, Laura Crager.  She died December 1, 1954 at the Lackey Hospital.  She was born September 22, 1878. She was married to Bill Crager and unto this union was born 11 children.  Bill and five of the children proceeded her in death.  This left six children to mourn her loss, three girls and three boys.  Mrs. Perry Ousley, Risner, Mrs. Hayden Allen, Albion, Indiana, Sadie Shepherd, Gunlock, Mr. Joel Crager, Gunlock, Mr. Jimmie Crager, Gunlock, Mr. William Crager, Indiana. She was a member of the Old Regular Baptist Church.  For many years she had sugar diabetes.  She lived a good Christian life until her death.  She said all dreaded about dying was in fact she had to leave her children.  We are all satisfied that she has gone to rest in heaven, and she left us good hope.  If we ever expect to meet her again we will have to get right with the Lord. She is missed by her heartbroken children, who will always miss her.          Written by Brother William Shepherd, Gunlock, Kentucky and Sister Millia Vanderpool, Gunlock, Kentucky.

Damron, Mildred Marie Davis ~  Mildred Marie Davis Damron, born July 31, 1930, departed this life May 29, 1959.  She leaves to mourn her passing her husband, Thomas Damron; her mother, Mrs. Mae Davis; two sisters, Mrs. Ruby Blackburn and Mrs. Helen Damron; and her grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Jay Hopkins, and Mr. Will Davis, of Yeager.  Both of these homes are landmarks on little Creek.  Marie and the other grandchildren have a blessed pleasure that many grandchildren have not had, that of going to grandpa's house, which is something special in the life of a child.  Also surviving are four uncles and six aunts, and a host of friends and loved ones who will miss her so very, very much, but who have a pleasant memories of happy days spent with her. Marie’s heart was yet wounded because of the loss of her daddy, Dona Davis, who was suddenly call home eight months ago.  The wreath of flowers you see at the head of Marie's casket was made by her own hands.  She was bringing it home to decorate daddy's grave when the death Angel overtook the car in which she was riding. Why this young life had to be snatched from our midst so quickly, we don't understand we must only trust the Master who doeth all things well.  The poet has tried to express the reason in the following lines:
Not til the loom is silent and the shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unfold the canvas and show the reason why,
The dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weavers hand,
As the threads of gold and silver, in the pattern that He planned.
Marie was a faithful church attendant however she neglected to enroll her name in the church book.  However God knew her heart and of her love for him because she did love the Lord, we are confident that she called upon his name.  What a wonderful thought that as she steps on that celestial shore she will be greeted by her Savior, and by her daddy who has been waiting for her the past eight months. Now her work is finished.  The book is closed.  But, we know if Marie could call back one message to her loved ones she leaves behind it would be: “You have only one life.  It will soon be past.  Only what is done for God will last.  No writer listed.

Davis, Dona ~  Dona Davis was born June 23, 1907, and departed this life September 1, 1955.  He leaves to mourn his passing his wife, Mae Hopkins Davis, three daughters, Mrs. Ruby Blackburn of Pikeville, Mrs. Marie Damron, of Columbus, Ohio and Mrs. Helen Damron of Yeager, Kentucky. One brother Jeff Davis of Route 1, Pikeville, Kentucky and two sisters, and Mrs. Causby Wiler of Yeager and Mrs. Ida Smith of Virgie, Kentucky, and three grandchildren. Little Creek has been made a better community because Dona was one of its outstanding citizens.  He was highly respected and loved by all who knew him.  He had been a wonderful husband and father.  Dona was a Christian man.  He was a faithful church attendant, however he neglected to unrolled his name in the church book.  God knew his heart and was constantly in the mind of this humble servant.  His face was a familiar scene in this little church.  He not only attended this church but many others were the work of God was preached.  If Dona could call back one special message to his friends and loved ones from that celestial shore it would be  what he had no doubt heard many times here on earth, “You have only one life, Twill soon be past, Only what’s done for God, will last”.  This one phrase, if heeded, would prepare each and every one of us for a home in heaven with our Savior.  We are told that there was evidence of his being conscious of danger in the mine that morning.  It appeared that he was trying to make his escape when God called him home.  Knowing Dona and realizing he did love the Master, we are confident that he called on His name.  What a wonderful thought, the mine is not to deep nor it is it too dark but that our Lord is there when His name is called. Dona spent all his working years in the mines, on Shelby Creek, Weeksbury and the last 12 years at Wheelwright.  It is hard to understand why he should be cut down so early in life.  The poet's has said, “Not til the loom is silent and the shuttles cease to fly, will God unfold the canvas and show the reason why, the dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weavers hand, as the threads of gold and silver, in the pattern that He planned. Dona was a homebody and conscientious family man.  His lovely daughters had married and made their homes elsewhere.  The eagerness of this father to have the girls return to visit makes one think of the following lines that so fits this beloved one:
He always leaned to watch for us, anxious if we were late,
In the winter by the window, in the summer by the gate;
His thoughts were all so full of us, he never could forget,
And so I think that where he is he must be watching it.
Waiting for us to gather home, anxious if we are late,
Watching from heaven's window, waiting by Heaven's Gate. 
Writer not listed.

Elkins, Ellen ~  It is with an unworthy feeling I try to write an obituary of our beloved Sister Ellen Elkins.  Daughter of Marshall Kelley and Margaret Kelley Baker.  Sister Ellen were born January 1, 1872 and departed this life March 28, 1956.  Sister Ellen was married to Brother Jim Elkins, July 1910, and to this union was born two girls and one boy.  She had her membership with the Elizabeth Church of Old Regular Baptist.  She had been a member of the church over 61 years. She lived a true Christian life, and occupied her seat in the church as long as she was able to attend.  Brother Jim has lost a sweet wife.  The church has lost a true Sister.  We feel our loss was the blessing she had been looking for-to die in the Lord.  Alvin, you and May were so good to Sister Ellen.  God will bless you for the good care you gave her.  Girls you had a good Christian mother.  Her sweet words will always be in your memory.  I hope you will seek the Lord and meet mother over there, where sorrow cannot come. Two Brother Wilburn, I feel you are on your way to meet mother in heaven.  Brother Jim, you are lonesome here, but it won't be long now.  May God be with you through your lonesome hours. Written by your brothers in hope, Elder Grady Atkins and Elder Grover Atkins.           

Gunnels, Tom T. ~ Tom T. Gunnels was born January 7, 1880, in Floyd County, Kentucky. He was the son of George and Sarah Patton Gunnels.  He was the father of 12 children, five who are still living, and the grandfather of 26 and great grandfather of 26.  His dear companion Elsie Damron Gunnels, who will miss him most of all, also survives.  He was loved by everyone who knew him. He was a good man and well spoken of by everybody.  All his brothers and sisters in Christ loved him and enjoyed worshiping the Lord with him. He took Christ as his savior and joined the Regular Baptist Church 21 years ago. He was a Deacon of the Little Dove Church nine years and was a good and faithful member until death.  Our loss is heavens great gain.  He has gone home where no more suffering, heartaches or pain can be.  So to all the children, you will have to take Christ as your Savior if you want to be with daddy in heaven, he had more than his share of trouble but that all is over.
 Written by his daughter in law and Elder Tack Hall.

Hall, Albert ~  With much sadness we now will try to write an obituary of a dear husband and a father, to wit: Albert Hall was the son of Billy Hall and Ritter Bowling Hall.  He was born November 22, 1887, departed this life July 11, 1955, making his stay here on Earth 67 years, seven months in 19 days.  He was married to Lucreasie Tackitt Hall, June 5, 1905.  To this union were born five children, two girls living and three boys who preceded him in death years ago. He joined the Old Joppa Church in August, 1951, and was baptized in September, 1951, by Elder Jerry Hall and Elder Bud Johnson, and he lived a faithful member until death.  The Joppa church has lost a faithful member and we have lost a loving husband and a good father.  God in his wisdom has recalled, a voice we loved is stilled, a place is vacant in our home which never can be filled.
Written by his wife and daughters.

Hall, Armina Frasure ~  In deep bereavement, I'll try to write a short sketch of the life of my dear mother, Armina Frasure Hall.  She was the daughter of Anthony and Francis Frasier. Mother was born November 30, 1886, and departed this life April 13, 1956, age 69 years, four months and 13 days. She was married to John Hall, July 31, 1902.  To this union were born 10 children.  Five of whom preceded her in death.  Her father and mother preceded her in death. She leaves two sons, Parrot Hall of Rush, Kentucky and Walker Hall of Jackson, Michigan.  Three daughters, Mrs. Roscoe Newman of Lucasville, Ohio; Mrs. Warren G.  Scoles, Detroit, Michigan, and Mrs. Carson Hobson, Vansant, Virginia.  One sister, Mrs. Elec Hamilton, Long Beach, California.  Five brothers, Robert and Tivis Fraser of Blackfoot, Idaho; Freddie and Evan Frasure of Ashland, Kentucky and Nola Frazier of Grethel, Kentucky.  14 grandchildren, eight great grandchildren and a host of relatives and friends also mourn her loss, but our loss is heaven's gain. Mother joined the Old Regular Baptist Church, and was baptized by Elder John Hamilton and Elder Bill Martin, July 24, 1942.  Her membership was with the Zion Church. She lived a true and faithful Christian life, and was loved by all who knew her.  I have great faith in her being at rest.  She told us she was ready to go, but hated to leave the children. I will say to mother's relatives and friends, if they ever want to see her again they will have to repent of their sins and be born again.  Written by a daughter, Ruth Hall Hobson.

Hall, Johnie Boy ~ It is with a feeling of sadness that I make this attempt to write an obituary of my dear beloved husband, two-wit: Johnny Boy Hall.  He was born February 9, 1889, deceased June 15, 1955.  Age 66 years, 3 months and 6 days.  He and I were married March 28, 1908, by Elder W. B. Mullins and to this union were born 11 children; two died in infancy and four died after they became groan and were married and had families.  Leaving five children, three boys and two girls, besides me, his lonely companion and one brother and 18 grandchildren here in this world of sorrow to grieve over the departure of such a kind and loving father and loving companion, because he was so good and kind to his entire family.  He was especially so kind and good to my precious old father, Elder J. C Mosley.  He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Caney Fork, in September, 1922, and was baptized by Elder E. V. Hopkins, or at least this is to the best of my remembrance. He delighted in filling his seat in his home church and also in visiting other churches of the same faith.  He was what I believe to be a real humble man; and I fully realized that when he departed this life, that I lost the most dear friend I had on this earth; although all my family is good to me. He was sick for quite a little while and seemed to endure it with patience.  He greatly delighted in having the Brethren come and sing and hold service for him during his sickness and the greatest consolation of all is that he said so many times and to all who came to visit him that there wasn't anything in his way and that he felt ready to go when it pleased God to call him away from this world. So I wish to say to his dear children who are left here to weep and sorrow with me.  Please forsake your wicked ways and seek the Lord while He may be found: and you can find Him at all times, if you will seek Him with all your heart; and let's all try and meet Johnie in a better and happier world on high.  I believe when it pleases God to bid me leave this world, that I will meet my dear husband, where we can praise the blessed Lord forever and ever. Dear Brethren and Sisters of the Old Regular Baptist Church, I am an affected woman and sincerely ask you all to remember me and my family in your prayers. 
May God bless you all.  Your Sister in hope, Milley Hall.        

Hall, Wilburn ~  Trusting to be guided by the all mighty hand of God, I feel it my sad duty to write a short obituary, of my dear brother in the Lord, to wit, Wilburn Hall. He departed this life July 7, 1956, making his stay on Earth about 71 years.  He was the son of Tipton and Polly Jane Hall.  He was married to Armina White Hall, September 17, 1905.  To this union was born only one daughter. Same hand wrote the obituary of his dear wife sister Armina Hall who preceded him in death November 1, 1946.  About a year later he was married to Mary Evelyn Young Hall, and lived happy together with his wife Mary, and seven stepped children, five daughters and two sons, and was so good to them all. The writer can truthfully say for years brother Wilburn was my neighbor, and his appearance gave proof he was a believer in Christ Jesus.  He also called for the Regular Baptist to come to his home and have meetings for him. Brother Wilburn had been sick for some time, but able to go around the place, on Saturday evening July 7 Brother Wilburn called for preaching Brethren to come and have meeting for him. At the close of the meeting brother Wilburn gave his hand to become a member of the Old Regular Baptist Church, and said I have been praying for a year, the Lord has forgiven all my sins, and he wanted to be baptized and seemed to be in a great rush to get to the water.  As we lead him out of the water he clapped his hands and praised God.  I heard him say “Oh, if I had my time to live over I would live a different life”. After shaking hands with several and rejoicing all of a sudden he sunk down and was gone in a few seconds.  Brother Wilburn leaves for brothers, three sisters, a dear companion, one daughter, five grandchildren, seven stepped children and a host of friends to mourn his loss.  I will say to his dear companion Sister Mary, I know you are sad and lonesome.  You have been a faithful member for years in the Old Regular Baptist Church.  Brother Wilburn's name was enrolled upon the same book as yours, but the greatest of all, I believe your names were enrolled above, on the Lamb's book of life. So pray on it will not be long until you will meet your dear husband Wilburn, where there will be no more sorrow, pain and death, and you will not be crippled there. I will say to his only daughter Lizie, you have always been a good girl but we must be born again or we cannot see the kingdom of God.  If you expect to see father and mother again you will have to close in with the free offered mercy's of God, and own and confessed the same God, your father and mother confessed before it's finally and everlastingly too late.  Written by a brother in hope, Melvin Conn.

Hamilton, Mousie Akers ~  It is with much sadness that I try to write an obituary of my sister-in-law Mousie Akers Hamilton.  She was born may 15, 1879.  She deceased May 2, 1954, she was married to Grant Hamilton and they lived together 18 years, six months and he was killed. Later years she was married to Roe Hall and unto this union were born one son, Webster Hall.  Sister Mousie joined the Regular Baptist Church April 24, 1915 and remained a faithful member until death.  She was loved by all who knew her.   She leaves one brother, Webster Atkins, one sister Monia Akers Stuard and her son Webster Hall to mourn her loss but I believe our loss is her eternal gain in heaven. We miss Sister Mousie around our home.  I believe by the life she lived here she now is resting around the throne of God.  She has gone to live in that glory land and we can't have her in our home here anymore but by the grace of God.  We can meet Sister Mouse in that sweet heavenly home where we never will have to part anymore.  Sister Mousie lived a good Christian life and she bore her sickness with patients as good as she could until the death Angel came and took that good soul of hers to that bright glory world where pain and death will never come.  In closing this obituary, I will say I believe that Sister Mousie is with all the friends who have passed on out of this world and is just waiting for the sound of the trumpet of the Lord when He shall come to awakened all the dead.  Then we can all meet Sister Mousie again if we will trust in the Lord with all our hearts.
Written by her sister-in-law, Emma Hamilton.       

Howard, Willie ~ Willie, being the son of Brison and Nancy Howard, born December 10, 1886, being 69 years and eight months old when he died.  In early life he was wed to Cynthia Caudill in the year of 1906.  To this union was born eight children; Kelly Howard, Henry, Mark and Dollie are living, three boys and one girl proceed him in death. Brother Willie lived most of his life at Garrett, Floyd County, Kentucky.  There he reared his family. Brother Willie was a good moral man all his life and was well thought of.  He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in 1950, and lived a faithful and devoted Christian life until death.  Seemingly all his life his neighbors trouble were his.  I feel that is the mark of a Christian, to live for and to help his neighbors when it is in his power to do so. Leaving to mourn his loss are his wife, Cynthia, three boys; Kelly Howard, Garrett, Kentucky, Henry and Mark of Michigan, and Dollie at home, 13 grandchildren, 12 great-grandchildren, two brothers; Earl of Mousie, Kentucky, Melving of Estill, Kentucky, and one Sister Rosie of Garrett, Kentucky, and a large host of kindred and friends.
Written by Elder Burton Howard, Mousie, Kentucky.

Jacob, Mrs. Katie ~   Mrs. Katie Jacob, daughter of Bob Sloan and Cassie Huff Sloan, was born in 1884.  About the age of 16 she was married to Henry Jacob, October 15, 1900.  This union lasted until her death which occurred June 19, 1952, and unto this union were born 16 children, 8 sons and 8 daughters.  Four of these-two sons, Orda and Ellis, and two daughters, Della and the other, and infant, unnamed-are deceased.  Orda, bless his soul, gave his life in World War II, this supreme sacrifice his mother could not forget.  Six sons: Travis, Taulbee, Marion, Canton, Columbus and Noah; and six daughters: Manda, Dollie, Delia, Lillie Mae, Bloomie and Mary with their dear father survived her and mourn their loss. Sister Katie joined the Old Regular Baptist Church and was baptized by Elders Lindsy Mosely and W. R. Tuttle during the year 1930.  She lived faithful to the order, faith, and practice of the church until her passing from this troublesome world.  The writer only met her a few times, but during these few times he noted the sweetness and beauty of her Christian character. Her devotion to her church, her husband and her children was such as becometh  a daughter of Sarah.  Her modesty and faith shines as a beacon light to her children in this sin darkened world. While her body rest in the cemetery, her soul is enjoying the loveliness and indescribable beauty of God's paradise in company with the Saints of past ages until it pleases the Lord to call for the redemption of her body.  As sure as Jesus was raised from the dead, she will also be raised.  So then let us not sorrow as those having no hope, but let us glory in the promise of the resurrection.  Sleep on, rest on, dear sister and good mother.  Your Christian life shines far more beautiful and more eloquently than any words this poor scribe can use.  May the Lord bless your sad and lonely husband and children.  Written by W. S. Akers.

Johnson, Joe ~  It is with much sadness that I will try to write the obituary of my dear Brother, Joe Johnson. Joe was born January 27, 1892 and deceased this life November 13, 1955, making his stay on Earth 63 years, 9 months and 17 days. He was the son of Able and Linda Johnson.  He was married to Liddie Childers about the year of 1908 and unto this union was born nine children.  Liddie preceded him in death about the year 1927.  He was later married to Sarah Hall in 1930 and to this union was born two children. He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about 10 years ago and lived a faithful life until death.  He left a wife and eight children, two sisters, one half-sister and one brother to mourn his loss, and six months and nine days later his brother also died.  They both died with heart attacks.  No one on earth will ever know how much I miss them both.  They were like fathers to me all their lives. I could write many good things about him but space will not allow it. I want to say to the rest of the family that haven't made their peace with God, fallout with sin and prepare to meet your father for I believe with all my heart that Joe is at rest.            Written by his sister, Hulda Cook.

Johnson, Joel ~   It is with a sad and aching heart that I make this attempt to write an obituary of my dear humble father, Joel Johnson.  He was born December 11, 1893, deceased this life May 23, 1956.  Making his stay on Earth 61 years, five months and 12 days.  He was the son of Abel Johnson and Linda Isaac Johnson.  He was married to Jane Cook March 30, 1911 and to this union was born nine children, three boys and six girls.  His wife proceeded him in death; also three girls in infancy.  He leaves three boys and three girls, two sisters, one half sister and a host of friends to mourn his loss. He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in the year 1948 and remained a faithful member of until death.  He was a Deacon of the Little Rock Church; also a light to the church and the community.  He was a coal miner and I never knew of him losing a day of work for the cause of being sick until mother passed away July 2, 1952.  He was like a mourning dove which had lost its loved one.  He was not able to work much more.  Then in May, 1954 he had his first heart attack and was never able to work anymore until that sad day, May 23, 1956, when the death Angel came so suddenly and called him away to where we believe a beautiful shining home to meet mother and the three little babies.  All his children belong to the same church as he did, except one girl, who has not yet attached herself.  There are many good things I could say about such a bold father but space will not permit.  To the rest of the children, the circle here is broken, never again to be complete.  Pray on that it may be complete on the other shore, around the dazzling throne of God. Written by a broken hearted son and a brother in hope, Abel Johnson. 

Jones, Elder Joe ~  It is with a heavy heart, and much sadness, that I attempt to write a short obituary of my beloved Brother in the Lord, to-wit: Elder Joe Jones.  Brother Joe was born June 7, 1887, the son of Nathaniel and Charity Flanery Jones.  He was united in marriage to Catherine Little, the daughter of Richard and Mahala Little, August 23, 1906.  Unto this union was born 10 children.  His wife, and five children proceeded him in death.  The Angel of death visited Brother Joe at his home sometime during the night of September 25, 1956 while he was alone, and summons him to unknown regions, from whence no bourne traveler hath ever returned.  He leaves one daughter and four sons to mourn his loss.  Mrs. Fanny Atkins, Columbus, Ohio; Perry Jones, Virgie, Kentucky; Estill Jones, Summerville, Massachusetts; Willie Jones, Cleveland, Ohio and Sidney Jones, whose last known address was Washington, DC.  He also leaves two brothers, Charlie Jones and Crit Flanery, and eight grandchildren. God in his infinite wisdom was pleased to allow Brother Joe to remain on this earth 69 years, four months and 18 days.  He joined the Regular Baptist Church the fourth Saturday in June 1939.  He experienced a call to the ministry, and was obedient to that call, he proved his proficiency in the ministry and was ordained the fourth Saturday in October 1942.  The writer was a traveling companion of Brother Jones for 15 years in the vineyard of the Lord.  Although Brother Jones was stricken with arthritis, a common affliction among men, he never failed to respond to a call far and near, summer or winter, to offer words of consolation and comfort to the bereaved in homes where the death Angel had visited be they rich or poor homes.  Your unworthy writer has seen him helped to stand on many occasions, and where the presence of the Holy Spirit took position of him, he moved about as though he had not known affliction.  Surely this was the witness of the power of God.  Brother Jones never strayed from the true doctrine of Jesus Christ and the apostles.  He was an earnest contender for the faith, and faithful to his call.  Now he has finished his course, we who knew him can say that he fought a good fight, and like the brave soldier of the cross, he fell in the line of duty-the victim of death.  The creature itself shall be delivered from the bondage of corruption in the general resurrection into the hands of the Saints who will give it the liberty to eternally praised and glorify the Lamb of God.  In closing may I say a few words to his children and neighbors who may yet be without the redeeming mercy of Jesus the Savior of all.  To his children, no more will you be able to hear the righteous Council of daddy nor will you view his face again in this world-so with a heart full of love let me beg you to leave the fields of sin, and enlist in the blood stained army who’s  captain and general has never lost a battle.  If you have an earnest desire to meet father and mother in heaven, ye must be born again.  To his many friends and neighbors, let me urge you to heed the advice and counsel of Brother Jones-who while he so journeyed among you proved by his walks and talks that there is a reality in the service of the Lord.  In truth he preached his own funeral.  The state has lost a good citizen, the county has lost a righteous Counselor, the community has lost an unfaltering leader, and his church has lost one of its pillars.  The little flock at Enterprise Church will miss him most.  His legacy will serve to remind us that heaven has gained another jewel to add to that heavenly band.  Sleep on, sleep on, my Brother.  It won't be long until I can join you.  So by the grace of God I’ll meet you where congregations never break up and sickness never separates us.     Written by his traveling companion and a Brother in hope, Elder Ellis Moore.

Keel, Velva Hall ~ It is with a sad and broken heart, I will try and write an obituary of my dear sister Velva Keel.  She was the daughter of A. J.  Hall and Catherine Martin Hall.  She was born on December 22, 1892, making her stay on Earth 62 years, 11 months and 15 days.  Sister was married to Hardy Keel in the year of 1916.  To this union was born four children.  One died in infancy.  She leaves her husband, and three children, three sisters, one brother, one half sister and two half brothers to mourn her loss.  Velva was loved by all who knew her.  She had many friends here but her best friend was the one that took her home to rest.  She was sick a long time.  I have heard her say she wasn't afraid to die.  There wasn't anything in her way when she was in that lonesome hospital.  She wanted all to pray for her to return home so she could be baptized.  She said she had seen Jesus and talk with Him.  He was so pretty and had on a long white robe.  She just kept putting off being baptized in this natural water.  I believe she was baptized in the name of our Lord which hung and died for us all.  I believe she will wear that long white robe which she talked about.  We all loved her so much it just seemed like a dream.  She is gone and can't come back.  I believe when I leave this old troublesome world I will meet my sister over in that happy home, where we won't have to part anymore.  There won't be any sickness or sorrow up in heaven.  Just peace and love for ever more.  Sisters and brothers, them that haven't made peace with God fallout with sin.  Ask your blessed Savior to let you come in. Written by her broken hearted sister, Maudie Hamilton.

Kidd, James Elias ~ With much sadness I will try to write an obituary of my dear father, James Ellias Kidd.  He was born August 28, 1872, died March 14, 1956, making is stay on Earth 83 years, six months and 16 days.  He was united in marriage to Ellen Akers Kidd on November 9, 1893.  To this union were born 10 children, seven boys and three girls.  Three girls and two boys preceded him in death.  One by one they went away.  But I hope by Gods great mercy, we will meet again some day.  He leaves a dear companion, and five children to mourn his loss.  He leaves one half brother, Watt Akers, of Amba, Kentucky, and one half sister, Lizzie Boyd, Dana, Kentucky. Dad joined the Old Regular Baptist Church the first Sunday in June, 1921, was baptized by a brother John M. Akers, and lived faithful until death.  He was not able to attend church as he would have liked to.  He was afflicted about two years, but enjoyed seeing his brothers and sisters come to talk with him.  He became so afflicted, mother not being able to wait on him, and was moved to the home of Brother Green and remained there until on that sad day of March 14, the death Angel came and took him away. I want to say to Green, Don, Frank and Charlie, if you want to see your daddy again, you must be born again, remember the good counsel dad always gave us.  I want to say to my dear mother, I know it's sad for you to go back to the old home place where you and dad spent many happy years together, but I feel it won't be long until you will be with him again. I want to say to Green and Rena, you stood by dad day and night, always were ready to answer every call.  May God bless you for doing so. The family and I extend our many thanks to the Little Salem Church for giving us their time and being with us the two days of the Memorial meeting of our dear husband and father.  May the Lord bless Brother W. L. Allen and Fred Akers for their kindness they have shown us and in filling his request.
A dear ones from us is gone, a force we loved it stilled, 
A place his vacant in our home that never can be filled.
Written by his son, John Kidd.

Kiser, Columbus Edward ~ The writer finds himself without words, and this effort, to adequately express the innocence and sweetness of the life of a little friend: Columbus Edward Kiser, son of Brother O.  H. Kiser and Sister Lily Mae Jacobs Kiser.  He was born April 4, 1945.  He was accidently killed by the discharge of a shotgun while out with his dogs, probably to train his little dog given to him by Mrs. Burcham, Martin, Kentucky.  The accident occurred about 11:30 AM., Friday, June 29.  As soon as the gun was discharged, he called out, “Oh Daddy, Daddy”, and passed out of this life into the glorious beauty of eternal life in and eternal world.  He was 11 years, three months and 25 days of age.  The writer and wife have known him from the day of his birth and we can truthfully say we never knew a sweeter, humble child then he.  To him we were Brother Akers and Sister Akers.  He loved us and we loved him.  Since his passing our hearts have been sad and heavy.  We miss his sweet innocent presence.  We are glad to state that his good Christian father and find Christian mother adored him and did everything possible for his comfort and betterment in life.  He was so devoted to his father that he wanted to and did sleep with his father most every night during the last few years.  He was loved by all the people who knew him.  His love and devotion for his parents was true.  He often in his, humble childish way tried to administer to their needs in their affliction and did administer to them.  He often did he put his little hands on his father's legs and rubbed on his legs many bottles of salve and went with him wherever he went.  He loved the preachers and was anxious to go to church.  He especially spoke well of and remembered the preaching of Brother Mack McCloud at Bethel Church on June 24.  Often did he stay with his father on church time and would say, “Mother, you go on and I will say with daddy”.  Many times he was so anxious for his mother to return from church that he would go out to the gate and watch and wait for her.  On leaving this world and in his flight to the heavenly, he left to mourn their loss and 6 half-brothers and three half-sisters whom he dearly loved.  Their names are Blucher, Salt Lake City, Utah; Albert, Phoenix, Arizona; Chester Paul, Birmingham, Alabama; Hassen, Arlington, Virginia,; Blaine, Arlington, Virginia; O. H. JR, (Chubby), Salt Lake City, Utah; and Sisters Monnie, Salt Lake City, Utah; Juanita, Arlington, Virginia; Sophia Jean, Idaho Falls, Idaho; with his father and mother.   The writer does not have one doubt about his eternal destiny.  He will rest in the paradise of God until the blessed day of the glorious resurrection when God calls for his little body to get up out of the grave complete in his redemption then will he enter into the presence of all the holy angels and the redeemed of all the years of time.          Written by W. S. Akers. 

Martin, Sister Polly ~  By request I will try to write an obituary of a dear mother and sister in the Lord two-wit:  Polly Martin was born October 31, 1877 deceased, March 31, 1956 and the age of 77 years, five months.  She was married to Andy Martin in 1901 and to this union were born 11 children, two preceded her in death, nine still living to wit: Mrs. Goldia Hamilton, Wyandotte, Michigan; Kenas Martin, Teaberry, Kentucky; Bertha Mitchell, Teaberry, Kentucky; Charlie Martin, Craynor, Kentucky; Ossia Reynolds, Craynor, Kentucky; Tavia Howard, Craynor, Kentucky; Joel Martin, Teabury, Kentucky; a dear mother leaving these children to mourn her loss with 47 grandchildren and 99 great grandchildren, and a dear husband, two brothers and two sisters.  One Sister Martin joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in the year of 1917, a member for 39 years and faithful to her seat.  As the writer of this obituary I can say that we have lost a dear Christian mother for her life proved to us, as the Bible says, “by their fruits, ye shall we know them”.  Sister Martin was ill for several months before she died.  She always wanted the Brethren and Sisters to come and sing and pray and preach for her.  She enjoyed the meetings and would shout and praise the Lord.  I want to say to the children, brothers and sisters, and to her dear husband, Andy-the good hope she left.  I feel that her soul is at rest.  You miss her, but her loss is our eternal gain.  I want to say to all of you that have not made peace with God and prepared to meet mother-call upon the Lord, who is able to save you and be ready to meet her in a better world.  There are many good things I could write, but not necessary.  I believe if I am blessed to reach heaven, I will meet Sister Polly again, and if you ever want to see mother again, you must repent and live for Jesus.  So, dear children and Andy, don't forget the life your dear mother and wife lived before you and the good words she spoke to you on her sickbed, before she died. Her funeral will be preached the fourth Saturday and Sunday in June, 1957.  Written by a Brother in the Lord, Elder McKinley Moore.

Martin, Sol D. ~ No Valley has been so deep and dark but what the beautiful rays of sunlight has penetrated it spreading a touch of warmth of feeling and giving an opportunity for hope and joy for those in the shadows; likewise no matter where men dwell any place in earthly lands-the blessed Holy Spirit will find its way into the minds and hearts of man calling them to repentance and offering an opportunity to hear and live or reject and lose.  If they will hear they received joy and peace.  At a little meeting one night Brother Sol D. “Sodge” Martin come rejoicing and gave me his hand and told the Brethren a reason of his hope and was received and was baptized into Fellowship of Bethel Regular Baptist Church and lived a faithful member until his passing.  He was loved by all who knew him.  While working at Martin, Kentucky, with his brother he had a heart attack and passed out through the Valley of death and his spirit returned to God who gave it.  What a sudden shock to his wife and children, and Brothers and Sisters and his neighbors, all who loved him so well.  Brother Sol D. “Sodge” Martin was a son of Dial Martin and Elizabeth Allen Martin.  Brother Sodge was born January 7, 1893, he deceased this life June 12, 1956 at the age of 63 years, five months and five days old.  He was a member of the Old Bethel Church of Regular Baptists for about to two years and was faithful and loved by all who knew him.  He was married to Della Gayheart and to this union were born eight children; seven still living, five boys and three girls: Willie E. Martin, Bolten H. Martin, Theodore W. Martin, Louis Bernard Martin and Elmer Lee deceased; girls, Ova Mae Martin Warrens, Madge Martin Moore, Nancy Fae Martin Bolen.       Brother Sodge was one of 15 children, of his family.  He has 11 grandchildren. Brother Sol D. or Sodge was loved by all his Brothers and Sisters in the church and by all his neighbors and was always a hard working man.  He is gone from us and we have a reason to believe from the fruit he bore to rest from his labor and his works will follow him.  I want to say to the children if you want to see father again you must repent and turn from your ways and take your troubles to Jesus, and if you make peace with God in the great resurrection morning you can see father again and live together to part no more.Written by his brother in hope, M. C. Wright.

Moore, Elder A. J. ~   With sadness of heart deeper than I am able to express I shall now fulfill the request of and my promise to one of the finest church members I've ever known by writing this obituary of Elder A. J. Moore.  He was born February 15, 1877.  Age at death which took place May 16, 1956, was 79 years, two months and 17 days.  He was married to Mrs. Mima Hicks, and unto them were born six children, namely: Edison Moore, Plymouth, Ohio; E. C. Moore, Martin, Kentucky; R. E. Moore, Ashland, Kentucky; Virgie Hughes, Ravenswood, West Virginian; Emma Ousley, Plymouth, Ohio and Alice Ousley, Hippo, Kentucky. He was diligent in business and humble and obedient to Christian virtues.  He loved righteousness and despised evil.  He was tender, sympathetic and kind to a godly degree toward all that did right.  But he was open, plain and frank to call the attention of Brethren who he thought did wrong. The riches of a Christian life and his loving counsel as a gospel minister is a pattern to the children more than tons upon tons of purest gold.  To any person that was really interested in a better life honoring to God, he was an inspiration.  His life was a pattern of humility worthy for anyone to imitate.  He was truly a devoted husband, a good father, and a kind friend and worthy neighbor.  His passing, even though it was expected, leaves a vacant place in the home, in the community, in the church and in our hearts that cannot be filled.  These words of our Lord: “Come ye bless of My Father, enter into the joys of the Lord”,  seemed very appropriate in a special way to him.  He has entered there amid the shouts of the Angels, and the glorious ones of eternity, to be forever blessed, so we conclude, our loss of him is the heavens rich gain. Written by a sorrowing brother, W. S. Akers.

Moore, Willard ~  Willard Moore was born December 18, 1900, departed from this life September 1, 1955, making his stay on Earth 54 years, nine months in 18 days.  He was the son of the late Richard Moore and Pairsie Gayheart Moore.  On April 6, 1922 he was united in married to Rebecca Stumbo and unto this union were born 12 children.  Eight of these mourn the loss of a loving father, who we feel went to meet those loved ones gone on before him, and are now resting in the paradise of God.  Brother Willard joined the Old Regular Baptist Church November 12, 1939 and his membership was at the Salisbury Church at his passing away.  He was always faithful to fill his seat as long as he was able, and was loved by all who knew him.  Death, a debt all living must pay, took from us the body of Brother Willard, but God surely sent a convoy of Angels after that good and perfect part of him which could not die.  So he is just sleeping for a little season in the grave.  Soon God will come and revive the sleeping dust to a glorious body like unto our glorious Lord.  Then he shall rise and meet Him in that happy home above.  To the children; Mary Anis, Rosena, Richard, Willie, Pairsie Ella, Lewis Evart, Ethel Sue and Freddie Gail I want to say: remember the good counsel he gave you and fallout with sin and close in with the offered mercy's of a just God and meet daddy in heaven.  Rebecca, I know your home is lonely but don't mourn for him, as for one who has no hope but rather rejoice, knowing his hope was anchored in Christ Jesus.  The gift of God is eternal life and we feel that he received that gift, as his life and testimony has proven.  Many times while upon his sick bed, when the Brethren came to his home to have meeting for him the Spirit would triumph gloriously over his weak body and he would rise upon his feet and shout praises to King Jesus.  He was a minister but was never ordained.  He always stood for the old time doctrine.  Many more good things could be written of our dear Brother but time and space will not permit.  May God bless and lead and light the pathway of Brother Willard’s family and friends who were so dear to him.  To Brother Matt Moore, to whom Brother Willard always said when he was going somewhere, “Tell Matt where I am”.  And at last, “I am going over home”.  Over there you won't have to part anymore but will ever be with the Lord.  Yet, he is gone to that happy place and by the grace of God we will see him there some day.  Written for his family by Elder Mack McCloud.

Mullins, Mrs. Debby ~  Mrs. Debby Mullins, whose life we now attempt to chronicle, was the daughter of William Hall and Mary Johnson Hall.  She was born September 8, 1872.  She would have been 84 years of age next September 8.  She first married Willie Isaac.  Unto this union were born three children: Maryland, Alphoretta, Kentucky; Rosana, Jackson, Ohio; and Mary, Hite, Kentucky.  Soon after the death of her first husband, Willie Isaac, which took place during the year 1896 she was married to Keenis Mullins, who passed from this life A. D. 1936.  Unto this union were no children born.  Since the passing of Keenis, she remained a faithful widow and a Christian mother until her death on February 25, 1956.  She was a member of the Joppa Church of Regular Baptist for about 56 years.  Her devotion to Christian principles, to her children, and her neighborly kindness and godly humility speak more powerful than words we can write.  When encompass with the hardships, troubles, and bitter sorrows of this life, she shined with Christian virtues and never at any time faltered in her faith in Jesus our Savior. We believe she has entered into eternity-a heavenly eternity-where there is glorious peace to rest until the resurrection of her body.  Lord bless our memory of her and be merciful to her children, we pray. Written by W. S. Akers.

Mullins, Frank ~ With a sad and broken heart, I will try to write an obituary of my dear and beloved husband, Frank Mullins. He was the son of David Mullins and Nancy Hall Mullins. He was born April 3, 1906 and departed this life March 15, 1956, age 49 years, 11 months and 18 days. He was united in marriage to Hattie Little, July 16, 1926. Unto this married him and him were born seven children, five boys and two girls, all living. He leaves his blessed wife and seven children, his father and mother, six brothers and seven sisters together with a host of friends to mourn his loss, but we feel our loss is his eternal gain. He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in July, 1951 and was baptized by Elders Jesse Osborne and Steve Osborne and took his Fellowship with the Joppa Church. His oldest son, Julius, joined the same old church that dad and mother belonged to. He lived a Christian life until death and was good to his family.
HE IS JUST AWAY
I cannot say, and I will not say, That he is dead, he's just away.
With a cherry smile and a wave of the hand, He had wandered into an unknown land,      
And left us dreaming, how very fair, It needs must be, since he lingers There.
We think of him faring on, as dear,  In the love of there as the love of here.
We think of him still as the same, I say,  He is not dead, he is just away.
God only knows how we loved him and miss him. I believe I will live with him again where he will part no more for God will not turn away a begging soul. Not long before he died, he awoke me one night shouting there was a woman at the foot of his bed dressed in white. The song he loved best was "The Gates Will Open Wide" and "I'm Going To Heaven Someday". I believe with all my heart he has on a long white robe and the gates did open wide. Sadly missed by his widow and children.   Written by his wife Hattie Mullins.

Osborne, Jerry Franklin ~ It is with a sad and broken heart that I try to write an obituary of my darling son Jerry Franklin Osborne.  He was born March 23, 1936 and died May 22, 1956, being 19 years, 10 months and 30 days old.  I hope the good Lord will hold me up and steady my trembling  hand till I can write this obituary.  Jerry was the son of Kelly and Mollie Osborne.  He leaves his father, mother, four sisters, and one lonely brother to mourn his loss he also leaves his dear sick grandmother, who has been made to rejoice when telling the sweet dreams she has had of Jerry since he went away.  His sisters are Jewell M. Mullin, Alta B. Sloan and Gloria F. Hunter, all of Geneva, Ohio; Beulah L.  Johnson of Wales, Kentucky, and his lonely brother, James K. Osborne Jr. also of Wales, Kentucky.  When our darling son was born he brought a ray of sunshine in our home, but soon after we learn of his heart condition, oh, the worry that was brought to me.  We tried so hard to have him cured, but the doctors all failed.  He grew up to a young man, always trying to help take care of his crippled father and ready to help me in every way he could.  He was always ready to take us to church, as he loved to go to church and hear good preaching.  He lived such a good pious life and was loved by all who knew him, because he was always meeting everyone with a smile.   In spite of his illness he wanted to work and not be able to do hard labor he had to leave home to find work he could do.  He was never satisfied to stay away from home, for he loved home so well.  Oh how my heart melts as I sit here writing and thinking how kind and good he was to his family and friends, always trying to help others, not regarding his own health.  But thanks be to our loving Savior through His kind mercy He watched over my darling and let him spend his last few days at home.  How sweet were his words when he told me long before, “Mother when I die, I’ll die praying”.  He told me so many times of his dreams of preaching the gospel.  He said just before he came home on his sick leave he woke himself three times in one week preaching the gospel.  I pondered it all in my heart, not knowing he has come home to die.  He lived such a clean and humble life always preferring the company of Christian people. He had many good conversations with one of his sisters and told her many things of how he had prayed.  He knew he had to sinned, but now he fell that was all behind him.  Nothing can harm him now and God being an all wise God, knowing my darling son's life was in misery day by day, look down on him in the garden in pity.  I believe God sent a band of Angels to take him to that beautiful home on high to live with his loved ones that have gone before.  Where there's no trouble, pain or death, just peace, joy, and happiness forever, always praising God in that eternal home.  So by the good humble life he lived, his Godly conversations and also the beautiful smile he left on his face when he left us, just I just believe he fell asleep in the arms of Jesus leaving a bright and shining light for his brother and four sisters to follow.  I believe with all my heart that if you children ever see your sweet brother again you will have to seek the same God that he did and repent of your sins and be born again.  I believe some sweet day the good Lord will say to me, “you have had enough heartaches and suffering, come up a little higher”.  Then I believe Jerry will be in the band of Angels coming to waft my soul to that sweet home to live with Jesus and my two boys that have gone to await my coming.  There are many more good things I could write about my darling son but space will not permit.  His Memorial will be preached the last two days of June, 1957.  Preachers are Elders Jerry Hall Sr., Baxter Osborne, Steve Osborne, Willie Collins, F. A. Hopkins and our home preachers. Written by his brokenhearted mother. 

Osborne, Jesse ~ It is with much sadness and a deep feeling of unworthiness that I attempt to write an obituary of a dear brother in the Lord two-wit: Brother Jesse Osborne.  He was the son of Cleveland Osborne and Rebecca Tackett Osborne, both survive him.  He was born November 7, 1924 and answered the summons from heaven's glory land Sunday, March 25, at about 12:05 AM.  He was 31 years, four months and 18 days old.  He was united in marriage to Miss Kathleen Moe Mealer, and to this happy union it pleased God to give them six children: Mary Ellen, 9; Jesse Jr., 8; Dennis, 6; Robert, 4; Charlotte, 3; and Rex Allen, seven months.  In addition to the children he leaves nine brothers and four sisters to mourn his loss.  They are Steve, Newton, Emitt, Forest, Baxter, Cleveland, Jr.  David, Hiram and Robert; Mrs. George Burke, Mrs. Roy Mullins, Mrs. Etsel Wicker and Mrs. Robert Waggoner.  America, 18 months and Montana, 11 years, proceeded him in death.  We have the inward feeling that the spirit of these two little sisters accompanied a host of radiant-faced Angels in the welcoming of the spirit of Brother Jesse back to God who gave it, who bade it then to rest in peace, and that paradisiacal region prepare for them that fall asleep in the arms of His blessed son, Christ Jesus our Lord. In this natural life Brother Jesse was an obedient son, a faithful husband, and a kind and gentle father and more than that he was a gallant soldier of the cross, having belonged to the Little Jewell Church of Regular Baptist for over six years.  He was a faithful member, a staunch defender of the faith and an advocate of a clean and orderly church.  We know that father and mother will miss welcomed visits home.  The family circle has been broken.  His wife will miss his smiling face and winning charms.  His children, though still young and tender will miss the fatherly love and warm embraces.  His brothers and sisters will miss his congenial and brotherly kindness, and the Little Jewell Church will miss his spirit of devotion to the cause, they will miss his presence in their assembly, they will miss most that warm handshake that sets off the torchlight of love that flows from breast to breast known only to the true believer.  We should not grieve after him.  We would not think to call him back to suffer death again nor would we bear to disturb his heavenly peace.  But let us all rejoice in that he has been removed from our presence, and transplanted in a land where removals are done away with. Brother Jesse served in the U.S. Army with distinction.  He expressed 30 months of combat duty in World War II.  The rigorous and hardships known only to God and those who participate in combat, affected his physical body which gave him more discomfort and pain.  Yet he bore his imperfections without too much complaint.  He was heard to say that when it pleased God to call he him, he would be glad to go be with Christ in glory.  Yes, free from grief and woe. He was an obedient soldier, glad that he could be numbered among the defenders of freedom, which is a natural heritage we love so well.  No doubt, could Brother Jesse speak to you now he would say the most welcoming words uttered to him by man was when his captain called his name and said, “Young soldier, the battle is over, the victory has been won, here’s your discharge-go home and enjoy the welcoming of your loved ones and enjoy the fruits of your labor”.  No doubt he rejoiced when these words were spoken to him. After his return home he enlisted in another army-the bloodstained army of Jesus Christ.  He found that the General of this army had never lost a war, that he had never known retreat, and had never turned aside, and above all-he never said you go and I will follow.  The captain of this army said, I'll go and you may follow. Like the true soldier he was, he served gallantly with a valiant heart.  He also found that there were no cowards in this army, and that the grace of God made them unafraid of death.  This warfare has ended for Brother Jesse, his faith in the promises of God labeled him a brave soldier of the cross-being true to this faith and died at his post.  No doubt he was glad when his great general called his name Sunday morning, March 25, 1956, and said “My boy, you have earned your eternal discharge.  The battle is over.  You have gained your victory.  Come home and join in a welcoming that knows no end.  You don't need to be made acquainted, because there are no strangers there.  Enjoy the rewards inherited by you.  Enter thou into the joys of the Lord”.  To his bereaved father and mother, brothers and sisters who enjoyed spiritual fellowship with Brother Jesse, don't be discouraged, but glory in the knowledge that perseverance in the faith will soon bring to you a reunion with Brother Jesse, were partying is no more.  To his loving life and brothers and sisters who have not become acquainted with the sovereign mercies of Jesus Christ: if you have a desire to again see and enjoy the sweet companionship spiritually, with Brother Jesse, you will have to renounce sin and evil, be washed in the cleansing blood of Jesus Christ.  You must be born again.
Sleep on my brother sleep on, sleep on; You’re free from death and pain.
We would not think to call you back To suffer death again.
By faith we view your smiling face In their regions just beyond;
By the grace of God we’ll meet you again When the Saints are gathered home.
Written in behalf of his good father and mother and brothers and sisters who are by co-workers in the vineyard of the Lord, R. B. Akers.

Ousley, Allen ~ It is with much sadness and a broken heart I will try to write an obituary of a loving father, Allen Ousley. He was born November 18, 1883 and deceased this life August 17, 1956, at the age of 72 years, eight months and 29 days. He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in the year 1916 and lived a good Christian life until the death Angel called him. He was at his home church when he took sick and did really enjoying the meetings. He attended church regularly when he was able, and really loved to hear good preaching and singing. He was the father of 15 children of which four proceeded him in death, leaving 11 children, 50 grandchildren and 16 great-grandchildren and a loving wife and one brother James Ousley, one sister Mickey Halbert, and a host of friends and relatives to mourn his loss. I want to say to the children who haven't made peace with your Lord, if you ever expect to see father, you will have to fallout with sin and walk the straight and narrow way. Dad was loved by all who knew him. I would always take him to church with me when he was able to go. He is missed by the family and his friends and the Spurlock Church, but I feel that our loss is heaven's gain. Written by his son, Fred Ousley. I hope the good Lord will bless the preachers to come and hold meeting Saturday night and Sunday. His funeral will be preached second Saturday and Sunday in August, 1957, at the Spurlock Church. Elders called: Johnny Hall, Tack Hall, Sherman Crum, Banner Manns, killing. M. C. Wright, Bill Hall, Sam Thomas and I hope the good Lord will give the brothers a mind to come and everybody is invited to come. Written by his son, Fred Ousley.

Pigman, Mallie ~  It is with a blessed consolation in my soul that I try to write an obituary of my precious husband, Mallie Pigman.  He was born June 26, 1876 and died April 27, 1956.  He was the son of Wilburn Pigman and Margaret Patton Pigman.  He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Caney Fork and was baptized by Elder Sherman Sloan and Elder Troy Nickles.  He leaves to mourn his loss six daughters and four sons, one son having proceed him in death.  I never saw anyone more devoted to his church and family.  It seems he was always glad when church time came.  All were welcome who would come to our home.  I hope God will bless me to meet him again were all is joy and peace.  He shed many tears when he was persecuted.  He bore it with patients.  He was so humble.  They that live godly shall bear persecution.  We have to bear the cross before we can wear a crown.  He was blessed to stay in his right mind.  He told us so often not to worry over him, for he was ready to go.  Our home is so lonesome without him.  He was so good and kind to everyone.  I want to say to the portion of the family who have professed a hope-remember daddy's counsel was to be faithful and to those who have not professed a hope and have not forsaken sin to accept Christ as their Savior, will you now began to seek him and remember the good counsel that daddy and mama have given you and try to get ready to meet the Lord in peace before it is too late. I do feel without a doubt that our loss is his eternal gain in that bright home above where there is no sickness or pain.  I believe we will meet daddy in that sweet home that Jesus has prepared for those who love and serve him.  We miss him so much but if we will only live the life our blessed Savior would have us live we can be with him again.  Now children let us try not to mourn too much over the loss of our loved one for I feel sure he is at rest with Jesus.  I am trusting in the Lord to help us bear our burden and comfort us in our sad and lonely hours.  We loved him, yes, we love him, but the Angels loved him more and they have sweetly called him to yonder shining shore.  May God bless you all to meet him. Written by his wife, Mary E. Pigman, and children.

Smith, Emeline ~ With sadness of heart I will try to write an obituary of my dear beloved wife, Sister Emeline Smith. She was the daughter of the late William Casebolt and Polly Maggard Casebolt. She was born March 25, 1887, deceased April 24, 1956 at the age of 75 years and 29 days. She was married to Brother Rich Smith, December 4, 1902. To this union were born six children: two boys and four girls, all living. Namely: Everett Smith of Softshell, Kentucky, Horace Smith of Leburn, Kentucky, Mrs. Neely Gayheart of Softshell, Kentucky, Mrs. Nellie Coburn of Mouse, Kentucky, Mrs. Polly Ramey of Softshell, Kentucky and Mrs. Lara Smith of Softshell, Kentucky, still at home. Sister Emeline joined the New Home Church of Regular Baptists, the second Saturday in October, 1919, and was baptized that day by Elder M. T. Maggard. There she stayed a faithful member until November the second Saturday, 1921, when she got a letter and came to the Balls Fork Church, where she remained the rest of her life, always filling her seat, as long as she was able to attend.  She leaves a broken hearted husband, six children, one brother, three sisters, 17 grandchildren and five great grandchildren and a host of friends to mourn her loss. She is badly missed in the old home and in the church. She had a fall in December, 1952, and broke her back, and it set up heart dropsy, and the doctors could do nothing for her. She was given the best medical aid to be found. She was loved by all who knew her and I don’t think I ever saw anyone more easy and pleasant to get along with. We live together 53 years, four months and 20 days and I never saw her mad in her stay here on Earth and we lived in peace and pleasure and shared one another's burdens together. She told me that she never wanted us to separate, and I feel we're bound in heart and soul and I hope we will be together and never be separated in the heart for I love the spot and the dust where she sleeps today. The church has lost a faithful member and will miss her, as she can never fill her seat in the church. But she is in that church singing the song of Moses and the lamb which will never break up, but the worst of all, she is missed by her living companion and her children that are left here. I miss her so much it seems all I have on Earth is gone. I go here and there for relief, but I can't find any. I can’t hear that low sweet voice around the home and I can’t go to her to get help to share my troubles as I used to. But her troubles are over and one thing sure is that dreadful disease can't pray upon that soul of hers, for God will take care of it. Mother had the privilege of standing at the water's edge and saw two of her girls buried with Christ in baptism and one has given in since mother passed away. So children, if you ever want to see mother again, put your trust in the God that your mother trusted. Get right with Him while life affords. Your mother can't come back to us but by the grace of God, we can go to where she will not be sick and we won't have to separate anymore. So God bless you children to meet her again is the prayer of your father.  Written by her broken hearted husband, Brother Rich Smith.

Stumbo, John Morgan ~ Yea, though I walk through the Valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and my staff they comfort me. Elder John Morgan Stumbo passed through this Valley and into the arms of God, March 14, 1956.  He was born March 28, 1879.  A son of John and Jane Stumbo, he was the last one of their children.  He was blessed with a good wife, Rosa Stumbo, and 12 children.  One child died in infancy.  There are 87 grandchildren, numerous relatives and friends all left to grieve for the departed one.  Through our loss, heaven gained another welcome traveler home.  Oh!  Glorious thought, Brother Morgan now is sleeping and no matter what disturbances may occur, it won't bother his peaceful rest.  One day soon though, God will awaken that sleeping dust, when he comes with a shout and a voice of the Archangel.  That was the hope of Brother Morgan and the doctrine he steadfastly preached. He was ordained the 11th day of October 1941, and exercised his gift as long as he was able to stand.  His feeble, trembling voice and his presence in the pulpit by the power of the spirit that he was a brave soldier of the cross, and he was helping to hold up the blood stained banner of Christ.  We feel to say, he has kept the faith, he finished his course, now he wears a crown of glittering gold.  By an eye of faith sometimes we glimpse that realm above.  Boundless and endless beauty!  Everything purified and so bright no eye of mortal man can behold it.  But thanks be to God when moral shall put on immortality and corruption put on incorruption.  Then those who have been born again shall live and abide there for ever with those who have already sung the new song of redemption.  Surely heaven is rejoicing with the voices of praise from so many angels worshiping God.  So to the children I'll say, forget not the advice and counsel of a Christian father.  Those of you who have made peace with God, go on, don't faint at troubles and tribulations of this life but have faith in God and he will lead you every step of the way.  “Follow Him”.  Some of you maybe have not made peace.  Today is the day of salvation and when He pleads with you, harken and obey His voice, then you will understand the will of God.  Weep not for father, he is resting.  The funeral of Brother J. M. Stumbo will be preached the third Saturday and Sunday in June 1957, at Price, Kentucky.  Preachers requested: Banner Manns, M. C. Wright, Elis Moore and Mack McCloud.  Written by Elder Matt Moore.

Tackett, Aggie ~ Sister Aggie Tackett was born July 7, 1883 at Blaze Branch on Shelby Creek, in Pike County, Kentucky, the daughter of levi and Peggy Blevins Belcher.  She deceased this life on June 15, 1956 about 5:30 AM, making her stay here 72 years, 11 months and eight days. She was married to Hie Tackett in October 1900 and to this union were born nine children, five boys and four girls.  Two of her sons, Davy and one infant proceeded their mother in death as did her husband. She became a member of the Pikeville Church of Old Regular Baptist in July of 1940, being baptized at the hands of Elder Coley Conn.  She remained a faithful member until death took her from our midst. Left to mourn her loss are three sons, Oliver Tackett, of Belfry, Kentucky; Nelson Tackett, of Canada, Kentucky; and Jerome Tackett, of Ypsilanti, Michigan; four daughters, Mrs. Alma Slone, of Detroit Michigan; Mrs. Opal Carter, of Russell, Kentucky; Mrs. Maxine Gilliam, of Ypsilanti, Michigan; and Mrs. Goldie Childrenn, of Elkhorn City, Kentucky; one brother, Hendricks Belcher, of Bartlick, Virginia, besides a great host of relatives and friends including 19 grandchildren, and seven great-grandchildren.  But we feel that our loss is her eternal gain.  We remember how she so patiently took care of her husband in his affliction. Yes, children, while mother was yet living she chose, like Mary, that good part which can never be taken away from her.  She made her peace call an election sure with God by repeating of her sins, doing the will of God by denying herself and taking up her cross and following Christ, her Savior.  And Christ promised her that where He was that there she could be also.  So let me say to the children, your mother's sweet soul that caused you to love her so much in this world has returned to God, who gave it, but her body will remain and return to the dust from whence it came, but in the resurrection at the last day, her body will come forth out of the grave, by the power of God and will reunite with her soul, to live forever in the likeness of her Savior, Jesus Christ, our Lord, in that sweet place called heaven that Jesus went to prepare for all that love and serve him.  So, children, if you want to live with your mother again, accept her Savior as your Savior and he will save to the uttermost them that come unto him.  May God richly bless and save every one of you is my prayer in Jesus name.
Written in hope of eternal life, Elder Harold Edmonds.

Tackett, Minnie ~  By request of the family I will try to write an obituary of a Sister in the Lord, Minnie Tackett. She was the daughter of Vester Jones and Isabell Reynolds Jones, born May 4, 1899, deceased February 25, 1956. She was married to K. F. Tackett July 29, 1926. To this union were born six children. Two died in infancy. She leaves to mourn her loss her husband, one boy and three girls, together with a host of friends, but I trust their loss is her eternal gain. Sister Minnie joined the Joppa Church of Old Regular Baptist, the first Saturday in April, 1951 and was baptized the next day by Elders Jerry Hall and Bud Johnson. She lived a faithful life until death. One girl, Beatrice, joined the same church the first Saturday in November, 1949. To her husband and other three children, if you ever expect to see Sister Minnie again you must look to the same Jesus and repent of your sins and be born again while life is afforded you. There is a vacant seat in your home. There is also a vacant seat in the Old Joppa Church. Sister Tackett is gone where there will be no heart failures, no more trouble. We feel that her spirit went back to God who gave it; her body went back to the dust. In that morning when the dead shall come forth, Sister Tackett's spirit will unite with her body, which will be made spiritual; both soul and body will enjoy heaven together. Written by your unworthy Brother Brack Hall.

Tackett, Phena ~  With much sadness, by request of her children I will now try to write an obituary of a dear Sister in the Lord, Phena Tackett.  She was the daughter of William Osborne and Delila Tackett Osborne, born December 8, 1892, deceased June 26, 1956.  She was the married to L. A.  Tackett, better known as “Flock” Tackett, on December 17, 1908 and to this union were born 16 children, five of whom preceded her in death, together with her husband.  She leaves to mourn her loss her mother, three sisters, one brother, 10 girls, one boy together with a host of relatives and friends.  I deeply feel that their loss is her eternal gain.  Sister Phena joined the Enterprise Church of Old Regular Baptist, February 3, 1915, Saturday, and was baptized the same day by Elder W. S. Akers.  She lived a faithful and devoted Christian life until death.  One of her girls has Fellowship in the same old church.  I will say to the other 10 children, if you ever expect to see your mother again you must fallout with sin and be born again.  Then when this life is over you can go and live with your mother, where parting will be no more.  There is a vacancy in her home which can never be filled.  There is also a vacancy in the Enterprise Church which she was so faithful to occupied.  I, the writer, visited her bedside in her last days.  She bore her afflictions with much patience.  Sister Tackett suffered from that dreadful disease, Leucocythaemia, for over two years, but on that sad morning when the death Angel came and Sisters Tackett soul took its flight back to God who gave it.  The frail little body is moldering back to dust.  In that morning when the good Lord will swear by Him that liveth time is no more, her body will come for the dust and both soul and body will unite and the body will be made spiritual.  Both soul and body will enjoy heaven together.  I could write on and on, but space will not permit.  Written by a Brother in hope, Brack Hall

Tackett, Sie ~  Sie Tackett was born November 18, 1905 and these departed this life December 18, 1955, leaving his wife and nine children to mourn his loss.  He was the son of the late Greenberry and Mendy Hamilton Tackett who preceded him in death.  He also had two little children to preceed him in death.  He was married to Rosa Holt Tackett on August 3, 1923.  He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church the third Sunday in September 1937 and came to Joppa Church by letter in 1938.  He was so good and kind and humble and lived a good Christian life for 18 years, but God must have wanted him to call a man from his family.  But I believe he wanted it that way for he told me he was suffering so he wanted to go.  He told me he was with his mother one night, so God blessed him and called him from Earth to glory.  So boys and girls, if you ever expect to see dad again, you must be born again to meet him.  So try to follow the footsteps of Dad.  I could write a lot of good things of him but it is not expedient to do so.  God bless our children. Written by his wife, Rosa. 

Terry, Rachel ~   She was the daughter of Rube Sloan and Sister Nance Sloan.  She was born December 6, 1882 and died October 21, 1955, at the age of 73 years.  She was from a family of seven, four girls and three boys.  They all preceded her in death except one brother, Amos.  She was married to Preston Terry about 56 years ago.  To this union was born two children, Corbet and Elizabeth Terry.  Sister Rachel joined the Regular Baptist Church, October 28, 1915 and was baptized by Elder J.C. Mosley.  She took Fellowship at the Province Church and soon moved to the Caney Fork Church where she lived a faithful member until death.  She bore all the signs of a Christian.  I lived by her many years.  I could hear her singing the good old songs of Zion day by day as she went about her work.  When church time can she was always up early in the morning and ready to move out on the promise of God to the place of worship.  She always took part in the singing and shouting and giving glory and praise to God.  She always talked to me saying she only had a hope and she believed when that she left this troublesome world she had a better home waiting for her.  I believe the happiest I've ever saw her was when Preston, her loving companion, gave his hand to become a member of the Old Regular Baptist Church.  He joined the church December 20, 1953, and was baptized by Elders Sherman Sloan and Elder Hawley Warrens.  Sister Rachel was sick several years and finally became so ill it was necessary she be taken to the hospital.  So her husband, seeing her condition was serious, took her to several different hospitals, where every possible effort was made to find a cure for her.  Also, her daughter, Bug Layne, left her home and went to the hospital where she stood by her mother day and night, aiding her in every way possible.  But in spite of all efforts, death took her.  We all believe her soul is at rest, but oh, how we do miss her company.  Her dear husband and children and many friends cannot help but mourn for her.  We miss her at the Old Caney Fork Church, but we hope we will soon see her again.  So Brother Preston has been making his home with Ben and Bug, where he receives all the care that is possible to give anyone.  But there is nothing on Earth that can make him happy like the presence of Sister Rachel did.  She had 15 grandchildren and 10 great-grandchildren, so Corbett, if you want to see mother again, get ready to meet God in peace, while time and opportunity last.  Written by your Brother in the Lord.  Sister, I believe I will see you again,-Elder Sherman Sloan. 

Tuttle, Joe Elliott ~ It is with much sadness I attempt to write an obituary of the life of Brother Joe Elliott Tuttle. He was the son of Tom and Hannah Collins Tuttle, he was born March 9, 1884, deceased June 10, 1956, 72 years, 2 months and 29 days old.  He was married to Florence Tuttle, the daughter of W. R. Enthaam Tuttle, October 5, 1903, to this union was born 12 children five boys and seven girls.  Six are still living-two boys and four girls; Lester and Lawrence Tuttle, Elizabeth Carter, Emlie Sloan, Eva Thornsbury, Ellie Thornsbury and a dear companion to mourn his loss.     He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in 1912 and was baptized by W. R.Tuttle and  Linzy Masley.  I, the writer, had known Brother Joe for the last 15 years.  He came off in an arm from the Caney Church in 1946 n the Little Ettie Church and ordained as a Deacon of the Church and served the Church until death on the second Sunday in June, 1956.  The dreadful monster came while Brother Tuttle was introducing the service.  He always preached and told everybody and his children when the spirit of God bid them to pray then was a time, and always gave his children good counsel and children be good to each other and to mother.  I know she is lonesome here without Brother Joe and remember the good counsel he gave you.  I miss him so much in my home and in the church.  But we hope his loss is heavens gain. His funeral will be preached his second Saturday and Sunday in June, 1957, at the Little Ettie Church.  Ministers requested are, Elder Jesse Osborne, Elder Virgil Caudill, Elder Henry Blair, Elder Milford Adams, Elder Michell Chaffins.  Are all are invited. Written by Elder Jesse Osborne, Route 2, beaver, Ohio.    

Vanderpool, Elder John ~ It is with much sadness that I will try to write an obituary of my dear loving father, to wit: Elder John Vanderpool. He was born January 8, 1882, the son of Charlie Vanderpool and Peggie Shepherd Vanderpool. His father and mother having proceed him in death many years ago. During the evening of January 23, 1956, at the age of 74 years and 15 days he swiftly exchanged his earthly home for the one beyond the distant stars. He was united in bonds of holy matrimony to Lizzie Sexton and to this union were born 10 children. His wife and one child proceeded him in death. Later on he was married to Susan Bailey and unto this union was born one girl.  Surviving are his wife and five sons and five daughters, two sisters, one brother and a host of friends to weep over the absence of him. Father joined the Old Regular Baptist Church 37 years ago and lived a Godly life before his friends and neighbors, and Brothers and Sisters.  About the last ten years he was called to the ministry and put his whole heart and soul to the cause.  He never did cause any trouble in the church and never had any enemies at any time.  He always let his light shine before the world and before his children.  He was loved by all who knew him.  He was so good and kind, always had a smile for everyone.  So I want to say to the rest of the children, if you ever expect to see father again you must repent and believe with all your whole heart, soul, and mind in the same Lord our blessed father did.  I feel to believe with all my heart I will meet him beyond this world of trouble and we will shout the praise of God for ever more.  Written by his daughter, Buna Collins. 

Wicker, Basil Lee ~ Basil Lee Wicker was the son of Bee and Rosie Bell Wicker, born August 9, 1920. In early life he was married to Edda Berry.  In the year of 1947, to this union were born three children: one girl and two boys; his wife having six children.  Basil proved a good father to his family and lost his life trying to provide for his family.  He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in 1950 at Balls Branch and was a good member seemingly in much patience enduring all things.  He leaves to mourn his loss his wife Edda, his children, father, mother, two brothers, and four sisters, one brother preceded him in death and two sisters died.  Basil Lee was a good neighbor and in the acquaintance of the writer, I never knew a more humble man.  We feel that our loss is heaven gain and to them that are left, if you want to live with him, get right with the Lord for a man's life is the fruit that shows to a world of mankind that we are the children of God.  Written by Burton Howard.