NORTHERN NEW SALEM 1969
Twelfth Annual Session
OBITUARIES

Akers, Amanda J. daughter of James Tackett and Mary Tackett, was born April 28, 1881.  During April 1904, she was married to the late Henry C. Akers.  Unto this union was born six children, three sons and three daughters. Their names are:  James, Joseph, Jacob, Bertha, Esta and Gladys.  James, Bertha and Esta professed a hope in Christ and were baptized to her great joy long before her passing.  On August 20, 1905 she professed a blessed hope in Christ and was baptized by Alex Johnson in Long Fork Creek into the Enterprise Church, Pike County, Kentucky of Regular Baptist.  She did not only mother six children of her own, but she was a tender, sympathetic step-mother to the children of two former marriages by her husband.  She always seemed to the writer just as good and kind to her step-children as she was to her own children.  For several months she was afflicted with Brights Disease.  On Easter Sunday, April 25th about 2 p.m. her affliction ended, her suffering ceased.  During the last hours of her illness, she told friends and loved ones at her bedside that she wished she could see all of her people once more and further said 'tell all my people to meet me in a better world."  While her body is at rest in the sleep of death her souls is at rest in the Paradise of God, awaiting the day appointed when the dead (body) shall be raised incorruptible.  This glorious, heavenly event shall take place "in a moment at the twinkling of an eye."  The soul will then unite with the resurrected, incorruptible, immortal body.  In this resurrected body the writer firmly believes she will possess her own personal identity, and individuality in the great family of God.  The soul and body being re-united, her countenance will surely shine in immortal and heavenly beauty like the countenance of Christ in the transfiguration on the Mount.  All during her life in this world she was friendly gentle, patient and lovely of disposition toward all people and especially so toward the people of God.  Neighbors and strangers alike were welcome to her home, and to her table.  The thirsty, the hungry, the needy, she never turned away empty handed. Her tenderness and self sacrifice in administering to every call and need of her late husband during his long and fatal illness can never be surpassed and will not be forgotten by their children and neighbors so long as they live in this world.  Like the Holy women of old, she dressed in modest apparel.  Her only ornament was the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.  In her every day life, she seemed prayerful like Hannah, humble like Ruth gleaning in the field of Boaz, religious like Elizabeth, virtuous like Mary, devoted like Phoeba, helpful like Lydia and possessing faith like Lois and Eunice.  God bless the writers memory of this blessed sister and blessed mother, and may God bless all of her children and all of her step-children to follow humbly in her footsteps.  At the time of her departure she was a devoted member of the Old Joppa Church of Regular Baptist.  If she had lived only three more days she would have been 62 years of age.  Rest on, rest on, dear loved one, rest on.  With our memory so refreshed and filled with the beauty of your Godly life, we here confess that your life as you lived it is far more eloquent than our words.  So, rest on, dear mother, rest on.  We hope to meet you again.
Humbly, a step-son, Willard Akers

Bartley, James  With much sadness, I will try to write an obituary of my husband, James Bartley.  James Bartley was born December 7, 1907, at Lookout, Kentucky, and deceased this life August 20, 1968, making his stay on earth sixty years, seven months, and twenty days.  James was married to Jane Moore on July 8, 1932 and unto this union was born 11 children, 6 girls and 5 boys, three preceding him in death.  jams had bad health for several years and was unable to work for over a year.  On June 3, 1968, he was taken to the hospital.  He was X-rayed on June 10, and found that he had cancer.  Before this he bore his sickness with much patience.  On August 20, 1968, he passed from this life.  but I feel he's just resting from his labors and won't be sick any more.  James joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about 1942 at the Old Stone Coal Church and was baptized by Elder Malcolm Wright.  He lived a good Christian life until death came.  I believe God received his spirit to await the redemption of his body. He's gone but not forgotten by me and my dear children.  On that great resurrection morning.  both soul and body will unite and be with the Lord forevermore.  bless the Good Lord.
Written by his broken hearted wife, Jane Bartley

Caudill, Howard  It is with much sadness and grief to try and write obituary of our dad, Howard Caudill. He was born in Letcher County, Kentucky on November 13, 1910.  Departed this life November 6, 1968, making his stay on earth 57 years 11 months 23 days.  Dad joined the Old Regular Baptist Church the first Saturday in August 1949 and was baptized on November 13, 1949. Dad was a faithful member and attended church regularly.  In the past few years he wasn't able to go very often. Dad suffers so much pain and many worried. He tried so hard to bear his cross with patience and we believe he is wearing that crown he always talked about that was waiting for him when he left his life.  He married Gladys Madden Caudill on December 22,1934. to this union was born 11 children, seven boys: Eugene stationed in Germany ;Charles of Shelbyville Ind., Howard Jr., William Bert, John of Milan, Ind., Bobby Clay, Donald Patrick at home, four girls: Irene Caudill Gray, Cincinnati, Ohio; Brenda, Mary Ann, Margaret Tina at home.  He also leaves thirteen grandchildren. Also mourning are two brothers; Bennie Caudill, Lewis D. Caudill of Brownstown, Ind; one sister; Clarinda Back, of Freetown, Indiana.  Three sisters preceded him in death.  He has left a host of friends and neighbors to mourn the loss. His request was that Elder Hershel Sturgill, Elder Melvin Watts, Elder Roy Caudill preach his funeral.
Written by a broken hearted family

Caudill, Mrs. Wesley   With a heavy heart and lonesome feeling, I will try by the help of God to write the obituary of my sweet mother.  She was born May 16, 1889, at Jeremiah, Kentucky, and died December 31, 1968, making her stay on earth 79 years, 7 months, and 16 days.  She was the daughter of Hade and Nancy Whitaker. In early life she met and married Wesley Caudill, to this union were born 14 children. One son and one daughter preceded her in death.  She leaves a loving husband, 12 children:  Beckham, Virgil, Alamander, Stella, Lula, Granville, Fannie, Roy, Nora, lee, Bertha, and Herman, 77 grandchildren 77 great-grandchildren, 2 great-great-grandchildren, 1 brother, Elder Roy Whitaker; 2 sisters, Lucinda Caudill, Melvina Bryant, the members of The Little Family, Bethel, and House of Prayer Churches in Ohio, also the churches in Letcher County Kentucky, and a host of friends to mourn the loss of her, but we feel our loss is heaven's gain.  Mother was loved by all who knew her.  On the second Sunday in July, 1912, she joined the Old Doty Creek Church of Regular Baptist and remained a faithful member for 42 years.  Dad and Ma were ordained ad Deacons of the Doty Creek Church in 1928.  Mother moved her membership to the Blair Branch Church and came from there in an arm to Franklin, Ohio where the Little Family Church was organized on May 12, 1956 and was a member of it until death.  Mother lived a hard life, but she loved to go to church and tried to get others to go.  She was blessed to see 8 of her children come into the Church.  Mother and Dad were blessed to live together 64 years, 10 months, and 18 days.  It seemed as if their last days together were their happiest ones.  Dad said they had been closer than ever before sine they had come to live with Sister Nora and Coleman.  Mother and Dad came to my home for a visit on Thursday, December 12th.  She was there 2 hours when she told me, "Son, I wanted to come to your home, for it may be the last time I ever get to come."  A little later she had a heart-attack, and we rushed her to the Middletown Hospital.  She was there 19 days before she passed away.  They did all they could for her, but as the sun was slinking in the west, sweet Jesus, whom she had served for over 56 years, called, "Come home, my servant, you have fought a good fight and kept the faith, come to that home I have for all who love and serve me."  I was by her bedside almost until her last breath left her.  The last things she told me before she passed on was, 'Son, pay my bills, take care of the church, and you children be god to one another.  Son, I am about gone."  She had suffered so much.  I had prayer for God to give her an easy moment to go in, and it seemed like all pain left her, her eyes were cast toward heaven, and she sweetly fell asleep in the arms of Jesus.  Most of Mother's advice to her children was for them to be good to one another and not to say anything that would hurt each other.  "So, children, let's take Mother's advice."  I want to say to the children and grandchildren that have not made peace with God, "If you ever see Mother again, you will have to repent of your sins, and be born again while going through this live."  I want to say to Herman, "Mother has prayed so much for you, please turn to God and meet Mother in heaven."  May God bless Hendricks, Fannie, Lee, Centa, Coleman, Nora, and Bertha, we did the best we could for Mother.  We stayed with her at the hospital while she was so sick.  Mother made hr own arrangements while she was living. She wanted to be buried in Springboro Ohio Cemetery.  She wanted her funeral in the Little Family Church, and she wanted Elders Hendricks Hampton, Melvin Watts, and myself to preacher her funeral.  By the good life Mother lived, she preached her own funeral.  I have seen her so happy in church, she would put her arms around me and say, "Son, you mean so much to me,"  Bless God, I feel I will meet her where there will be no more heart attacks, pain, or death, where she will have a glorified body that will outshine the sun.  Mother suffered so much the last several years of her life, but she bore it with patience.  Mother was a strong believer in the old time way and she love good order in the church.  She was a shining light to the younger sisters of the church.  Mother said she prayed for God to let her go to church one more time and God permitted her to go on Sunday of our November meeting. She said it was the best meeting she was ever in.  We had visiting preachers:  Elder Delbert Sanders, Hillard Newsome, Paul Adkins and others. she was so happy that day.  We will all miss Mother so much, but bless God, I feel her souls is at rest under that altar of God waiting for that sweet day when God will give her a new body, and take all his sins home to part no more, to sit down with Abraham and all the others that have gone on before.  I could write much more about my sweet Mother but space will not permit.  So I will say to all the children to be good to Dad, we know it will not be long until he joins Mother, but I thank God for letting them stay with us this long.  "Dad, I know you are like a lonesome dove mourning for Mother."  I will never forget just a few hours before she died, "Oh, how our poor heart was aching, and how your poor feeble body began to tremble as I led you away form her bedside.  But, Dad, it will not be long till you and Mother will meet again, never to part no more.  May God bless you to bear your heartache."  I will close by thanking everyone that has helped in our time of sorrow.  May God bless you all is my prayer.  May God bless Sister Nora, she was so willing to let everything go and wait on Mother until she passed away.
Written by a broken-hearted son,   Elder Roy Caudill

Damron, Sarah Jane  With the help of God, I will try to write an obituary of my beloved Aunt, Sarah Jane Damron.  My heart is heavy and its with much sadness and sorrow that I write this.  She was born March 21, 1893, to the late William and Rebecca Sword Ford in Pike county, Kentucky.  She died November 24, 1968. This made her stay here on earth 75 years, 8 months, and 3 days.  She married Tom Damron and to them was born one son, Woodrow.  Tom died February 1, 1949.  She remained a widow the rest of her life.  After The Little Ida Church was organized, she was one of the first to join.  Then she and her sister, Essie Robinson, were baptized on the same day becoming members of the Old Regular Baptist Church.  She is survived by her son Woodrow and his wife, Hilda, three grandchildren, a and give great-grandchildren.  One brother, Clell Ford, of Ecorse, Michigan; two sisters, Essie Robinson, of Ecorse, Michigan; two sisters: Essie Robinson, of Ecorse, Michigan, and Stella Martin of Prestonsburg, Kentucky.  The Little Ida Church and a great host of other relatives and friends to mourn her passing.  I must say a few words about his lovely person.  she set such a true example of a Christian.  She was so dedicated and sincere in her Love and Worship of our Lord and to the Little Ida Church.  She made many sacrifices and no matter how much Pain she was in, She was always in her seat every time the church doors opened.  She always like to get to church early and most of the time she was the one to open the doors.  She always carried a key and she worried about the up-keep of the church as much as her own house. She filled her seat up to the end.  When he death Angel came and took her, our hearts were made heavy with grief and sorrow. And we look at the seat she said in with much sadness. But I believe she is resting in the arms of Jesus, the one that loved hr most of all and he knew she had suffered and done enough here on earth.  I got so close to her the last few years of her life.  We spend many hours reading the Bible and talking about Jesus.  She counseled both me and my husband, Sherman.  She guided us in so many ways which we have cherished.  She especially loved Communion time Last year we had to hold the an up for her to wash Sister Susan Gillums feet. and I believe Heaven opened up its doors to them that day.  I could write so much about his beloved Sister for I believe she stood righteously in the yes of our Lord.  I believe her life proved itself.  May God bless all who read this and I pray we will all meet with Sister Sarah on the other side, in the blessed morning.
Written by her broken hearted niece  Martha Potter

Davidson, Lizzie  In much weakness I will try by the help of God to write the obituary of a dear Sister in the Lord, Sister Lizzie Davidson.  She was born September 30, 1885, and died October 21, 1968, making her stay on earth 83 years and 21 days.  Early in life she met and married Andrew Davidson, to this union was born 12 children, 10 boys and 2 girls.  three boys died in infancy, leaving 9 children, a host of friends, and the Little Family Church she loved so well, to mourn her death. Sister Davidson, or ma as we called her, was one of those old shouting Mothers of Israel.  I remember well the night she joined the Little Family church.  She came off her seat shouting and came and put her arms around my neck. She was baptized the 9th day of April, 1961.  Ma was loved by all who knew her.  She believed in the old time way.  I believe Ma loved me as good as if I were her own child.  Ma had a stroke on March 19, 1968,and was not able to be up anymore.  Bless god, Ed and Cora took the best of care for her, may God reward them both.  I want to say a word to her children that have not made it right with God.  If you ever want to see Mother again, you must get right with God while going through this life.  We all miss ma so much at the Little Family Church, but I feel we will meet her aging, where there will not be any more sickness, pain, or death.   I do not believe I ever knew a more humble and shouting old Saint than she was.  Her life was a shining example for all to follow.  I have heard her say so many times that she prayed her children would turn to God. so children, Mother is gone but you can still heed her prayers and meet her in heaven.

A precious one from us is gone,
A voice we loved is stilled.
A seat is vacant in our church,
That never can be filled.
Written by Elder Roy Caudill

Hamilton, Emitt  In much sadness I will try to write a short obituary of my dear husband, Emitt Hamilton.  Emitt was born April 16, 1903 and deceased this life on July 31, 1968.  Early in life he met Goldie Martin.  they were united in marriage in 1923. Unto this union was born 11 children.  Two children preceded him in death, so this leaved me and the rest of the children to mourn our loss; which is 5 girls; Lurlie Hall, Verlie Allen, Pauline Hall, Laureen Gilbert and Betty Brooks, all of Wyandotte, Michigan; and 4 boys: Andy, John, Earl and Von Hamilton, also of Wyandotte.  Also he leaves 31 grandchildren and 4 great-grandchildren; 4 brothers and 3 sisters.  Emitt worked hard all his life to support his family and he was employed by Great Lakes Steel Crop., Ecorse, Michigan.  He never joined the church, but he always attended church and had a certain seat he sat in.  He was stricken with heart disease and was in the hospital for several days.  He wanted me to call Bro. Cid Hudson to come to his bedside, for he wanted to talk with him. Bro. Sid came and his conversation was of a Godly sort.  he told Bro. Sid as soon as he was able to go home, he wanted a meeting at his home so his children would all be there.  He also told Bro. Sid that the Lord had lifted that burden off his soul the night before and he was ready to go.  He wanted Bro. Sid to tell his children to be good.  So , even thought Emitt did not join the church we all have hope he is at rest with God and we will see him again.  I want o say to the children, if they ever want to see their father again, they will have to repent and believe in the same God he did. 
Written by his broken-hearted wife, Goldie Hamilton
Note:  Emitt's Memorial will be preached at the Little Ida Church on the 5th Sunday in August, 1969.  Everyone invited.

Hampton, Fannie   With a very heavy and broken heart I will try, by the help of the good Lord to write an obituary of my dear, dear loving and wonderful wife, Fannie Hampton.  She was born at Dalma, Ky., January 7, 1920, the daughter of Wesley and Millie Caudill. The good Lord called her from this walk of life to a better land February 20, 1969.  she was 49 years, 1 month, and 13 days old at her passing.  In early life she met and married Hendricks Hampton, to this union was born one child, Millie Francis Alexander.  We were blessed to live for 27 years, 5 months, and 22 days of wonderful companionship together.  a man could never have had any better companion that I had.  She was in trouble over her sins before we were married, and this seemed to draw me closer to her.  She joined the old Doty Creek Church of Old Regular Baptist in 1944, almost 25 years ago.  Then later when we moved to Ohio, she moved her fellowship to the Maggie Home church.  when the Little Family Church was organized in May, 1056, she put her fellowship in this church where she remained until death.  This church was organized in our home, where it was carried on for 1 year until we got a church house built.  this gave her much joy to be able to cook and serve her Bros, and Sisters so many times.  She was a great love of the church, she was a shining light and an inspiration to all who came to know her.  To know her was to love, she loved everybody.  She had much sickness in life, but bore it with such patience.  she always said, " I want my suffering to be in this life."  She gave me much faith and strength in my work as a minister.  She ahs told me many times to go on to church when she was no able to go. It was so hard for me to leaver hr home alone, but she assured me she was never alone, she said. "I have the good Lord with me."  Many times on the long journeys we would make together, the wife and I, and Bro. Roy Caudill, she would lay in the back seat of the car because she wasn't able to sit up.  Oh! How she loved to go to church.  I don't believe I ever saw anyone love to go to church any better than she did.  I feel my great loss is heaven's gain.  Just sleep on my dear one, I feel it won't be long till I will join her. Where there won't be any more cancer, heartaches, sickness, and suffering.  She had just given up her Mother 1 month and 20 days before she joined her.  To our dear daughter, I pray you will follow the great example Mother has set for you, and do the very things she asked you to do so many times, "get right with the Lord,"  above everything else so you can bring those grandchildren up in the right way.  She loved you and them so dearly.
Written by a lonely and broken-hearted companion   Elder Hendricks Hampton

Hughes, Emery  It is with a sadness in my heart as I try to write an obituary of my good uncle and brother in Christ, Emery Hughes.  Uncle Emery was born June 10, 1880 at Hippo, Kentucky.  He was a son of Joseph Hughes and Nancy Jane Shepherd.  In the early years of his life he moved to the state of Oklahoma where he met and married Ella Mae Baker.  To this union was born six children; Mildred, Millie, Mallie, Johnnie, Rhile, and an infant girl preceded them in death.  On August 4, 1914, Ella Mae was taken by the death angel.  Uncle Emery moved back to Kentucky where he later met and married Susanne Reffett.  To this union was born eight children:  Tommy, Leonard, Johnny, Nancy, Emery Jr., Charlie, Alex and Jemima.  Tommy and Charlie preceded him death.  Uncle Emery was a good honest and hard working man.  He dealt fairly with people and was always willing to give a helping hand to a neighbor in need. He was a good father to his children and I am that he is missed by both his children and neighbors since his parting on August 17, 1968.  Uncle Emery and Aunt Susanne joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in 1938 and were baptized by my blessed father Hager Ousley.  In his later years Uncle Emery was unable to attend church.  He called upon the brothers and sisters of the Little Rebecca Church to come to his home.  He would sit in his chair and shout the praises of God when he could hear an old time song.  I know that sister Susanne misses him more than all of us, but I will say cheer up for some future day or time you will meet him to ever part again.  I realize that it will never be the same for his children when they visit the old home place and not being able to see their "Dad"  sitting in his normal place.  But they have the same choice of being with dad again by living the same type of good life that he laid down before them.  I know that sister Mallie and Mildred are walking in his footsteps and will some day meet him again.  so children let me beg you to live humble and to love and cherish the good things that your father taught you and I believe it will lead you in the same direction.  Shortly before his departure from this world I stood by his bed and heard him say  " I don't see why the Lord don't take me on home for I have done no one wrong."  I believe with all my heart, he looked and saw his future home before he left this world. Uncle Emery is resting from his labor and his work will follow on
Written by a Brother in Christ, John D. Ousley

Jordan, James Clayton   As I sit here in my apartment I found my little girl and me, I start to remember just exactly why I am here.  On September 28, 1968 my husband, James Clayton Jordan was called by the death angel.  God only knows how I prayed and thanked him for keeping safe all though the year he was in Vietnam.  I was so glad to have him home safe form the guns firing day and night.  I'll never forget his smiling face when he got off the plane in Cleveland, Ohio. It seemed that he had left all danger behind him, as he said to me "I'm Home safe please don't cry."  but inside of me I knew that no matter where a person is or what time it is, the death angel can come.  I don't know if my husband was ready to go or not.  That is just one more worry for me to have while I am left to grieve over him.  Now, I think a lot more about living right. I Have always worried about the way I have lived.  I just hope when I leave this earth, that I leave no one to worry over me.  Clayton, as his friends called him as a S-P/5 Mechanic serving with the U.S. Army at Fort Knox, Ky.  He was working late directing tanks into the parking lot when the brakes on the one behind him gave way and pinned him against another tank crushing him to death.  I was waiting for him to come home when the door opened and a minister and his captain entered.  they told me of the accident.  All I could say was "Oh God why?"  I don't guess I am supposed to know.  I was carrying his baby then and now I have a beautiful little daughter, Sandra Faye Jordan.  When she gets older I will try to tell her what a wonderful father she had, and how proud he was that she was to be born soon.  Besides Sandra and I he leaves his parents, Mr.. and Mrs. David Jordan, Shelby, Ohio; two sisters: Dovie Ruth and Geneve Mae, and two brothers, Richard and David Jr. to mourn his loss. He was loved and greatly liked by all who knew him because of his easy going nature.  He was born July 24, 1948.  We were married May 6, 1967 in the Little Rebecca Church by Elder Savel Combs.  we were the first couple that Elder Combs had ever married.  God knows that I loved my husband very, very much.  I miss him because he was  so good tome.  For all who chance to read this, let me beg you to love each other before the death angel comes to you home.  You will never know when or where death may overtake you.
Written by his heart broken wife, Mrs. Gertrude Jordan

Mullins, Cora E.  With sadness in my heart I will try to write an obituary of my beloved mother-in-law, Cora Elkins Mullins.  she was born on Oct 16, 1889 and departed this life on Sept 1, 1967, making her stay on earth 77 years, 10 months and 15 days.  She was the daughter of Booker Elkins and Christine Johnson Elkins.  In early life she was married to Willie J. Mullins.  to this union were born 7 children.  Her husband and 3 of the children preceded her in death leaving 4 daughters, Ella M. Hall and Belle Potter both of Dorton, Ky., hazel Baker and Bessie Baker both of Myra, Ky., 15 grandchildren, one great grandchild and a host of friends and relatives to mourn her loss. We have many precious memories of her. she was kind to her neighbors and friends.  She never belonged to any church.  Her heart was with the Old Regular Baptist.  she loved to talk about God's great kingdom on high where there is love and happiness. she was humble, kind and a loving mother.  the last few years of her life she suffered very much.  she bore her afflictions with patience till the end.  A month before she died she took ill and was taken to Jenkins Clinic Hospital.  I believe her name is written in the Lambs Book of Life.  When the death angel called her home our hearts were broken know9ing her happy smiles and loving voice would never greet us in this world anymore.  she was laid to rest in the Sowards Cemetery on Lickfork at Myra, Ky., to await the resurrection morning where she will be redeemed and go home to Heaven to live with Jesus forever.
Written by her Son-in-law, Milford Hall

Mullins, Roman   I'll try in much sadness to write an obituary of my beloved husband, whom I married in 1945.  When I look back it seems like such a short time.  I guess I took things for granted, I never thought I would be the one left behind to mourn.  He always did everything for his family.  He had a good job that he liked very much.  We have lived in the state of Michigan for the past 20 years.  In 1955 on Easter Sunday, he joined the Old Regular Baptist Church.  Not long after that beautiful day, I joined the same church--The Little Ida Church.  We lived in that home together for 14 years.  He always wanted peace in the church the same as we had in our home.  He leaves me and our two children to mourn his loss. All I can say to Larry 22, and Linda Kay 17, is try to walk in Daddy's footsteps, for he was a man who prayed much for his children.  I know we loved him but God must have had a better job for him.  Lord, I know he is in your care, whom I trust.  I wish to thank all the church people and friends for standing with us in our troubling hours.  I miss Roman so very much.  I am just waiting for my call to join him in Heaven, for part of me died when Roman went away.
Written by his wife,  Nona Mullins
Note:  roman's Memorial will be preached at the Little Ida Church on Easter Sunday, 1970.  All are invited.

Rose, Elias J.  I will try to write an obituary of a beloved friend and a brother in hope, Elias J. Rose born November 22, 1900; deceased this life October 13, 1968.  Brother E. J. joined the Old Regular Baptist Church the second Sunday in June and was baptized the fourth Sunday in June 1968.  He was baptized by Elder Sid Hudson in full fellowship of the Little Ida Church in Ecorse, Michigan.  I have known Brother Elias for 25 years or longer.  I was at his home about a year ago and all he wanted to talk about was the church.  he was a strong believe in salvation by the Grace of God.  Brother Elias leaves a host of friends and brothers and sisters to mourn his loss.  We feel his loss is heavens gain.  He leaves a lonely companion, Maudie Rose, Ferndale Michigan; 2 sisters, Hannah Taylor and Savannah Mooney, Clintwood, Va.,; 2 brothers, Dewey Rose, Grundy, Va., and Emory Rose, Baltimore , Maryland; 4 boys:  Bill Rose, Detroit Michigan, Ferrel Rose, Manassas, Va., Bob Rose, Detroit, Michigan, and Jim Rose, Detroit Michigan ; 2 girls:  Thelma Cochran, Detroit, Michigan and Margaret Bunnett, Newark, Delaware; 21 grandchildren and 3 great-grandchildren to mourn the loss of daddy.  All I can say to these beloved children is trust in the same God daddy did.  The scripture says there is just one mediator between God and man, his son Christ Jesus.  It is left up to man for he said "Except you believe in me you cannot come to where I am."  So I will close by saying God bless this family, they are so close to me
Written by a Brother in hope   General Mullins

Sheperd, Martin Lee  I will try to write an obituary of my brother Martin Lee Sheperd.  He was born April 28, 1925. Departed this life February 10, 1969.  He was the son of Johnnie and Lillie Prater Sheperd.   On April 10, 1948 he married Mildred Marie King.  born unto this union was nine children, six girls and three boys.  One son and three daughters preceded him in death.  He leaves his wife, five children, father, two sisters, three brothers and grandmother to mourn his loss.  It was a shock tome when the news came.  but I hope and pray that his souls is at rest with Jesus, Mother and his children around the throne.  He didn't belong to the church, but he believes in the Lord.  He was a humble person and never said a harm word about anyone.  I believe that his soul is at rest.  I want to say to the rest of the family and friends.  We don't know when death will come for us.  so let's be prepared to go, so we can be with God and our loved ones around the throne of god. Where there is no sorrow and heartache to bear.
Written by his sister,  Easter Castle

Shepherd, Judie  With a sad and broken hart I will try to write an obituary of my dear sweet Mother, Jude Shepherd. Mother was born April 3, 1880. Departed this life April 12, 1969.  she was the daughter of Bob and Katie Vanderpool.  she was married to Johnny Shepherd.  Unto this union was born eleven children, four sons and seven daughters.  Her husband and two sons and three daughters precede her in death.  she leaves four daughters and two sons to mourn her loss. But our loss is Heaven's again. Mother joined the Regular Baptist Church in 1934. And was a faithful member until she took sick, after which she was not able to attend very much.  She loved for the Brothers to come to her home and have church so she could hear the preaching and singing.  I want to say to the children. We don't know when death will come for us, so let's be prepared to meet Mother and Dad around the throne of God.  Mother can't come back to us, but with the Grace pf God we can go to her. I have hopes of meeting Mother, when my time comes.
Written by her daughter and son-in-law, Vicie and Hillard Castle

Thacker, Nora S.  It is with much sadness and broken heart, I will by the help of god try to write an obituary of my dear wife, Nora S. Thacker, whom I love more than my own life. Nora was born September 10 1909 at Pippa Passes, Kentucky.  Daughter of G.C. Slone and Martha Ann Slone.  Nora and me were united in marriage November 15, 1927 at Wayland, Ky.  To this union were born ten children, seven boys and three girls  George W. Thacker (preceded her in death.),   Martha M., Mildred N., Charles M., Esther B., Ordice D., William A., Samuel B. (preceded her in death) Alfred E., Kindle D.   Thirty-four grandchildren.  Two great-grandchildren and many, many finds.  Nora was a loving and sweet mother. A dear companion in this life and a loving wife.  Forty-one years and fifteen days until our master God called her home.  Nov. 30, 1968, and almost all of her thoughts and subjects during her illness in Doctors Hospital was on little children she was feeding and caring for little children.  Nora was a member of the Little Angel Church of Old Regular Baptist of Jesus Christ.  Nora was baptized Oct 30, 1966 by our beloved Moderator Hiram Adkins and Brother Charlie Adkins.  I could write many, many things but never could I in words or in heart ever thank God enough for a loving companion like my dear wife.  I am embraced by the promise of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. That my loss here in this world is Heavens gain.  And by hope I can join her some day where there is no death, pain, or sorrow.
A broken Hearted Husband  Charlie Thacker

Gloria Marcum