UNION ASSOCIATION 1941
OBITUARIES

 

Adams, Alma   It is with a sad heart I try to write an obituary of my kind loving sister, Alma Adams. She was born November 13, 1914 and passed away January 16, 1941 making her stay on earth 26 years, 2 months and 3 days.  She was the daughter of Henry and Patsy Adams.  She professed a hope in Christ and joined the Old Regular Baptist Church but was never able to be baptized as she wanted to be.  She prayed so hard to get well if it could be the Lord's will, so she could show the young folks how to live, but if not, she was ready to go.  She called brother Robert to her bedside before he left for the army and said, "Robert, remember while you are away that you have a God to serve, and don't forget to pray." He never saw her alive again.  Please remember what sister said so you can all meet her again. She called Brothers G.B. Adams, James Wright and Dewey Sexton to sing and pray with her while she was on her sickbed. She died with a prayer on her lips.  We miss her so much, but our loss is her eternal gain.  It is hard to break the tender cord when love surrounds our hearts.  It is hard, so hard, to say in words, here on earth we have to part.  Our home is sad and lonesome and grief and sorrow fills our hearts. I pray we will meet in heaven and never have to part.
Written by her heart-broken sister   Ruth Hall

Adams, Frank  It is with a sad feeling that I try to write an obituary of my dear father, Frank Adams, who departed this life April 21, 1941, being 76 years of age.  During the year of 1940, Dad became ill with heart trouble.  He was under a doctor's care until his death and bore his sickness with great patience.  He was often seen on the streets of Whitesburg with his long white beard.  He always had a friendly handshake for every one he met and he could always talk a few words and it seems that his conversation was always of the Lord. The last few years of his life he lived a devoted Christian life.  The old home place is so lonesome without him and the vacant place at the table can never be filled again, but I feel like he is as a seed sown to be gathered again at harvest time.  He told his children about a month before he died that he knew he would never be well again but that he was waiting with patience until Jesus called him home.  He was not a member of the church here on earth, but he told us that he felt like he belonged to that heavenly kingdom where Jesus is the author and finisher of all.  I feel like he has just moved out of a world of trouble to a world of peace and happiness and if he could speak he would say come on up children and live with dad where heartaches and tears are all done away with.  When my work is finished here and time shall be no more with me on earth I am expecting to see dad again.  I feel like he laid down the cross and took up the crown and now enjoys the paradise of God  I prayed so much for him to get well if it could be Jesus' will for I did enjoy finding him at the old home place when I went home.  His body was laid to rest in the little city of the dead at Thornton to await the coming of the Lord.  He was a full believer in the Old Regular Baptist Church.  I feel like he fell asleep in Jesus to sleep that long sweet sleep of the saint.  The old home place is lonesome now; a voice once there is stilled. An empty chair sits by the old fireside, that never can be filled. But father, dear, you just sleep on, until Jesus comes once more.  Then we'll shake glad hands and shout and sing and never part any more.
Written by his daughter  Henrietta Adams

Anderson, Surilda  Sister Surilda Anderson was born about the year 1861 and departed this life March 17, 1941 making her stay on earth about 80 yeas.  She was married to Elijah Anderson and to this union were born twelve children.  Father Elijah Anderson and mother and five of he children have gone on to the great beyond.  Those who survive are Alex, John, Kive, Cora, Delpha, Zollie and William.  Only one son, Alex Anderson, has professed a hope in the Lord. As our minds wander back to the month of September 1910 on the fourth Saturday, we see a mother through the great spirit of God and through tear dimmed eyes, give her hand to tell them, the Baptist family, her hope in the Lord, bringing experience and fruit worthy of repentance.  She was received.  Her experience touched the kindling in each mother's heart.  She was buried in baptism by a legal minister of the Baptist faith, Brother Thomas Thacker.  She lived a faithful member thirty-one years before she took wings of the great morning and flew to heaven.  Children, mother nourished and cherished you in a great mother's love.  After mother's long struggle in this world and all the groans she uttered for her children, only one of her children sit down with mother and worshiped in the church.  Oh, how mother's heart rejoiced in the Lord.  Mother is in the country where children won't give her any more trouble.  Children, there is only one way you can ever see mother again.  That is to eat the flesh and drink the blood of the Son of God and you do this in prayer and supplication for the evil deeds done in this life.  When you cry from the depths of our heart, "Lord, have mercy on me a poor sinner," the Lord will hear you and take the load from your soul, and then you will be happy because you have done what the Lord required of you, and you can through that great hope in the Lord, see mother again.  As I cease from writing, in tears, I hope that you will cast your eyes towards Canaan's Land.  Don't forget mother's prayers. I have a hope that I'll see your mother again and all the blood washed band of God.  Her funeral will be preached the second Saturday and Sunday in April 1942.  By request brothers chose Brother Claude Coleman, Brother Ol Coleman, Brother Winton May and Brother James Green
Written by your unworthy brother,   Delbert Sanders.

Baker, Ira   It is with a sad heart and unworthy feeling that I attempt to write a short sketch of the life of my father, Ira Baker.  He was born February 20, 1861 and departed this life January 12, 1941, making his stay here on this turbulent word, 78 years, 10 months, and 26 days.  He was married to Mellie Delaney on July 5, 1886 and to this union were born 11 children, 8 girls and 3 boys.  One boy preceded him in death.  He joined the Old Regular Baptist at the Mt. Olive Church about five years ago, and lived a Christian life until death. He was blind for 21 years and had to be led everywhere he went.  His last years were spent with his daughter, Margaret Wood, and we were all kind to him and would take him to church when he was able and several times we had the brethren come to our home and hold services for his comfort.  He was so firm in the faith and enjoyed so much the meetings  Just a word to the rest of his children:  Father is gone and will never be back, and if you ever expect to see him again you must repent this side the grave, and live as father did.  Although he was blind and had to be led down here, in the Resurrection when the graves will give up their dead.  papa will be well again and with the spiritual eyes will walk the golden streets and be forever with the Lord.
Written by his daughter and sister in the Lord I hope,  Margaret Wood

Baker, Elder R. C. It is with a sad heart I attempt to write an obituary of my dear brother, Elder R. C. Baker.  He was born June 27, 1887 and departed this life January 30, 19212, being 33 years, seven months and three days old.  He was married to Cora Brummitt in October 1909 and to this union were born five children, three of whom are still living, two dying in infancy.  he professed a hope in "Christ and joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in 1911 and was soon  ordained to preach.  He was always a cross bearing Christian and was always found doing his duty.  He always prayed that when he died he would be in his right mind, and when the end came he called to me and said he wanted me to have prayer, and I told him I would if he desired it.  Brother King prayed and all through the prayer he would pray and say, "Lord hear my people pray."  He then asked me to lead the song "When Sorrow Encompass Me Around."  All through the song he would preach and shake hands with all who were present and said.  "We sure had a good meeting, Bob.  Where as many as two or three are gathered together in his name he will be with them and bless them for he has promised and can't fail."  I said. "Brother, you must stop talking so much for it might hurt you."  He said, "No, it won't for I have prayed that when this hour came I might be in my right mind, and be blessed with the spirit to talk with you boys and not break down or get excited."  He then called his brother, James, and said " come here and sit down. I want to talk to you, James you have never been a very bad boy.  You have lived a moral life, but morality won't save you, you must be born again.  Just trust in the Lord."  He then called for Hubert, his other brother, and took him by the hand and said.  "I want you to meet me in Heaven, I have prayed for you boys so much when you knew nothing about it.  Bob, I have prayed for Cora, Hubert, Dee, James and Mollie so often, when they knew nothing about it.  I have always tried to live right.  I have never said an ugly word since I found Jesus.  If there is anyone in the house who knows aught against my life, I want them to tell it."  He then said to his wife, "Cora, you ought to know."  She said, Yes, darling, you have lived a straight Christian life."  He said to her,  "Follow it with the same."  He then called his little children and said to Cedric, the oldest, ' I want you to be a good boy and be good to your little sisters.  Can you remember than, son?"  He then said to James' little boy, 'Cardiff, you and Cedric be good to each other.  You are larger then Cedric and can be a lot of help to a little fatherless boy."  He then called Bob's little girl, Clara, and said "Bob has four little girls.  Oh, Lord how easy they are to be kicked down.  Clara, be a good girl and live a straight life, which I think you will."  He then turned to me and told me he would be waiting for me.  I told him I couldn't give him up, that I wanted him to live so we could preach together again, that I would have no one to go with me when he was gone.  He said. "Just trust in Jesus, and he will go with you.  Just remember that I am up there waiting for you,  Bob, there has been more evils that have tried to pull you down, but I have always tried to bring you up.  Boys, there is one more request I wish to make of you.  I want you al to see that my wife and children are as well as yours, as long as she conducts herself right."  They all assured him they would. He then said. "Mollie, I have prayed for you and Cora so much, I want you to meet me in heaven. Do you reckon Pa and Mother and Ballard will be coming?  If I don't get to see them, tell them that I have just gone on to glory. I will be waiting for them.  It will be glory, glory Hallelujah there.  Poor little Carrie and Pearl, I'll not get to see them, I know they can't come, Poor little Dee is and awful good boy, a better heart a boy never lived, to my notion.  But Bob, that won't save him.  He must be born again."  About that time Dee came in.  He looked and saw him and reached his arms for him and said. "Dee!"  Dee started crying and Cora told him to hush if he could for he wanted to talk to him.  He said, "Bob, you see how gracious the Lord is to spare my life until I could see Dee again and talk to him.  Dee, you are mother's baby boy.  You look awfully good to me, I'm awfully glad you came.  I have been talking with Jesus.  But promise me that you will meet me?"  Dee said he would.  he then said " I have fought a good fight.  I have finished my course and there is a crown for me.  Now if you will give me my pipe, I believe I will smoke.  They gave him his pipe and he smoked as well as he ever did, and said " I hate to leave you all, but I believe I will sleep awhile."  they told him all right, to sleep if he wanted to and he soon fell asleep to awaken no more.
                                    We loved him, year, we loved him
                                    But the angels loved him more,
                                    And have called him to yonder shining shore.
                                    The golden gates were opened
                                    A gentle voice said, "Come"
                                    and with farewell unspoken
                                    He calmly entered home

Baker, Sister Mellie   With a sad heart I will now try to write a short obituary of my loving mother, Mellie Baker.  She was born January 20, 1866 and departed this life March 9, 1937, at the age of 72 years, 1 month, 17 days. She was married to Ira Baker and remained his wife for about 45 years until the death angel came and called her home to glory.  She leaves ten children, a host of friends to mourn the loss of a good mother, but we feel that our loss is her gain.  She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about seven years before she died and was a devoted Christian and loved everybody.  Two of her girls have professed a hope and belong to the Old Regular Baptist, and I want to say to the rest of you children, your best friend is gone, you can't call for mother to come to your rein any more and I want to beg you all when the good spirit of our Lord bids you to pray that you will obey and not go over the prayers of mother.  So I hope by the grace of God that I can see mother again where there will be no more sorrow nor death and the family of God will not be broken is what I want the prayers of all you brothers and sisters.
Written by her daughter  Margaret Wood

Baker, Thelma Marie  It is with a sad and broken heart that I attempt to write an obituary of my dear sweet little sister, Thelma Marie Baker. she was the daughter of A. J. Baker and Anjie Baker.  She was born July 7, 1930 and died January 25, 1931, being 1 year 6 months, 2 weeks and 5 days old.  She was the joy and pride of our home.  I think of her so often I just have to say a few words about her.  I want to say to father and mother, brothers and sisters, I believe she is an angel up there where no trouble or sickness ever comes.  I believe I'll meet her and I pray God that all the family will meet her up there where the family will be complete and the circle unbroken.  I want to say to father, if you live for Jesus with mother and me you will see little Thelma Marie again.
Written by her sister   Mrs. Juanita Potter

Banks, Sam P.   Sam was born May 2, 1865, on Big Cowan, a few miles south of Whitesburg, KY.  He was the son of Jim and Lucinda Blair Banks.  When just a boy he became interested in education. By hard toll and diligent application, he soon became one of our leading school teachers. For fifty-four years he taught the youth of Letcher Successfully.  He built character that will live on for many years.  Many of our young people and middle-aged as well now are symbolic of the life he helped to build.  Such a contribution to society is indeed invaluable, and brings a great honor to is name and family.  In 1889 he met, loved and married Mary Blair, daughter of Marion and Regina Blair.  To this union we born nine children.  Clayton having preceded him in death, and also his good wife, who passed a little more than a year ago, he leaves the following children:  Walter, James, Elmer, Gertrude Vermillion, Goldie, Gladys Stidham, Victor, and Bonnie.  He passed away Thursday, April 17, 1941.  In July of 1937 he was baptized into the fellowship of the Old Regular Baptist Faith at the Thornton church.  He said, "It is a business matter with me.  I am getting old, My head is getting gray, and I can't be here much longer.  I want to get things ready for eternity."  He talked about it in a real sensible way.  For nearly four years, he was a faithful Christian, attending church as often as he cold and growing stronger and stronger in the Faith, and looking forward to the time when he could meet his wife and son again.  We cannot find words with which to paint his life, a clean, noble, Christian life.  He was a good man, a good father, a good husband, a good brother and above all, a real Christian gentleman.  Funeral services were held at the home by Elders Dewey Sexton and G. Bennett Adams.
Written by a brother  W. L.  Stallard

Bartley, Louisa  It is with a sad and aching heart that I attempt to write an obituary of my dear mother Louisa Bartley.  She was born October 13, 1874 and died December 26, 1940 at the age of 66 years, two months and 26 days.  She was the daughter of John and Selah Artrip Coleman.  She was married to Jack Bartley on May 5, 1889 and to this union were born four children, three boys and one girl.  She joined the Regular Baptist Church on June 28, 1934 and had fellowship with he Ash Camp Church where she lived a true and faithful member until death.  One Sunday morning while I was in the kitchen I heard her calling and I went to her and asked her what she wanted and she said "Tell Jack to come here I want to tell him something, and you stay with me too."  Daddy came in and asked her what she wanted and she said "Get everything ready, Jesus is coming this morning."  She said, "God bless you, you look so lonesome.  Being me an apple and sit here by me, you and Dollie both, I want to tell you something.  Grandpa and Granny has come and Jesus is coming."  Father began to weep and we took him from the room but she said, "Tell him to come back, Jesus is here now," and she said "Dollie, look at him, how pretty he is, and look at his pretty hair."  I told her that I could not see him, She said. "Dollie, just think of Jesus being in our home.  Everybody in this house praise Jesus.  He is gone now but He will be back.  I can see the glory land it is the prettiest place that I have ever seen.  Send for Robert, I want him here and send for Nessie and Adeline and Rosie."  She talked with people that were dead all along that day.  The next morning she said. "Brother Jasper and Brother A.L. Mercer are here.   Look at Brother Aus and see how pretty he is.  You have a new body but I know you any way."  A few words to John and Hiram:  Boys, do you remember mother calling you both to her bed and asking you to meet her in the glory land?  She told you boys if you didn't intend to meet her not to promise her.  Boys, if you want to see mother again you must live a better life here.  I told her several times that I would meet her because I already had that blessed hope in Christ Jesus.  Some day I hope to lay my troubles down and go home to glory where all is well and where we shall never say goodbye
Written by her daughter  Dollie Ratliff

Belcher, Louisa  It is with a sad and aching heart I try to write a short obituary of our dear sister, Louisa Belcher.  She was the daughter of Levi and Sarah Potter.  She was born March 20, 1891 and died January 13, 1940 at the age of 49 years 2 months, and 7 days.  She was married to V.A. Belcher on January 2, 1908.  To his union were born eleven children, two of whom preceded her in death.  She professed a hope in Christ and joined the Old Regular Baptist Church June 18,1939 and was baptized by Bro Bruce and Bro. Mainus Mullins into the fellowship of the Cedar Grove Church  She was faithful in the Lord and bore her sickness  with patience and prayed to the Lord continually to taker her home out of her misery.  All she hated about dying was leaving her two little children and she told the writer to see that no one mistreated them and that she did not dread the sting of death and was ready to go.  She asked me each day I was there to pray to the Lord to take her out of her misery.  She leaves a husband and nine children and a host of friends to mourn her loss, but we hope our loss is her eternal gain.  She is missed in her home: the vacant chair can never be filled and her vacant seat in the church is in our memory still.
Written by a brother in the Lord I hope  W. B. Belcher

Bentley, Mary       Gone is the face we loved so dear
                                Silent the voice we loved to hear
                                Too far away for voice or speech
                                But not too far for our thoughts to reach
Monday evening, June 9, 1941, while night was drawing its draperies over a sleeping world, the life of Mary Bentley, my life long companion came to its earthly end.  Mary Bentley was the daughter of Ben and Eleanor Webb.  She grew up around the mouth of Bottom Fork at Mayking, Kentucky, where I met her and where on October 25, 1888, were married.  Then for nearly fifty-three years she stood by my side in the cold and storm, as well as in the sunshine.  The obligation that we had made more than fifty-odd years ago had come to an end and she had kept her part faithfully.  A kind providence blessed us with six children, five of whom are still living, one daughter, Betty Jane, having passed on at the age of eight years.  Those who are living today and who have lost a precious mother are Eliza Hughes of Jenkins, Bent Bentley and Ota Cantrell of Almira, Virginia; Ida Stapleton of Dungannon and Hobart Bentley of Almira, Virginia.  But while we have lost in her passing, Heaven has gained.  Upwards of forty-two years ago, she professed hope in Christ Jesus and became a member of the Regular Baptist Church at Jenkins and was baptized by Elder Marion Horn and for all these years she was a faithful, devoted and consecrated Christian.  It was one of her great delights to attend her church, a pleasure which often looked forward to.  Her walks in life were a shining light of her faith and hope in her Savior.  My home is very, very lonesome, the sweetness is gone and the plantation does not seem like it did.  One of the family has professed faith in the Master and I feel is ready to meet mother and I hope and trust that all of the children will not lose sight of that most precious thing which Jesus said is needful and make the preparation to this life to meet their mother again, where she will not be aged and tired and worn and worried with the cares of life, but live in that land, in the heavenly country, where all things will be all right.  She was a good wife, a good mother and a good sister and words can not be found to express just how precious she was and just how much she meant to us all.  Let us bow to the will of Him, who does all things right and so live that we can meet her again.  That was mother's wish, that was her hope and let us not let her be disappointed  Out mother has gained, yes she has gained; she has gone to that city above where afflictions are over and troubles are ended, to that city of heavenly love. So let us not weep, not a tear let us shed, let us know that Jesus did right that he took our mother from her troubles below to that land where all things are right
Monroe Bentley, her husband

Bentley, J. H.  It is with a sad and lonesome heart that I will try to write an obituary of my beloved grandfather, J. H. Bentley.  He was born March 2, 1863 and died November 23, 1940, being 77 years old.  He was married to Mary L. Mullins February 10, 1883 and to this union were born twelve children, six girls and six boys, one of whom died in infancy.  He never joined the church but professed a hope on his death bed.  He always put his faith in the Old Regular Baptist Church. He said he wanted them to preach over him.  he called his wife, Mary to bedside on Tuesday before he died on Saturday and told her that the Lord had come and took all of his sins away.  He said he didn't want to get well and that the Lord had nothing against him and that he was ready to go home.  He told all the boys to be good and live better, he told Martin Bentley, his son-in-law that all he wanted was his loving Savior.  He told his daughter, Anna Beel, that all he hated about dying was leaving his children.  He told his daughter, Martha Jane, that all he needed was his loving Savior.  Our home is sad and lonely, while grief will fill out hearts, we hope to meet dear father in Heaven and never part. 
Written by his granddaughter, Miss Maggie Belcher

Blackburn, John & Bro. Hassel     Johnnie Blackburn & Hassel Blackburn were the sons of Bro. John & Sister Anna Blackburn.  Johnnie was born in 1922 and died in July 1941.  Hassel was born in 1907 and died in 1932.  These two were loving sons of Bro. Jon  Blackburn.  I feel by the great spirit of God that they are sleeping peacefully under the altar of God, waiting for redeeming and changing of their bodies from the grave. Bro. Hassel, although wracked with pain was made to say salvation is of the Lord.  He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about eight or nine months before his death.  As we saw him once we will see him no more.  But we will see him with a body that will outshine the sun.  he leaves a wife and four children to mourn his loss.  Children,  be good and meet papa and all the blood washed band around the throne of God.  Little John Blackburn, while on his way to church fell from a moving truck and lived long enough to call on the Lord.  He wasn't permitted to talk with father & mother, but I feel his cry, "Oh, Lord, have mercy on me a poor sinner" was heard by the One who hears in secret and this boy's soul was saved.  He was good and loving, kind and true.  So Bro John and Sister Anna, Press on to the work of the high calling for son you can go and see not through tears of dissatisfaction but where all tears are done
Written by your unworthy brother Delbert Sanders

Burke, Darcus  It is with a sad heart that I attempt to write an obituary of my ear mother, Darcus Burke. She was born May 22, 1857 and departed this life January 16, 1940 at the age of 82 years, 7 months and 25 days.  She was the daughter of Darcus Mullins and was named after her mother. She was married to Gilbert Burke on July 1, 1872 and unto this union were born seven children, six boys and one girl.  The little girl being the youngest one in the family, she preceded her mother in death, departing this life while an infant.  Mother was the youngest of her family and all of the brothers sisters preceded her in death.  Mother professed a hope in Christ, the date being unknown to me, and joined the Pilgrim's Rest Church and afterwards moved her membership to the old Union Church by letter and kept it there until her death.  She was a faithful and true member all of hr life and was never called for questioning by the church for any cause whatever, so our loss is her eternal gain.  She left six sons to mourn her loss and we do miss her so much in our homes.  A host of grandchildren and friends and the good brethren and sisters in the church also miss her sweet work and good counsel and good advice. One word to her two youngest sons that are the same faith and order that mother believed in.  Keep on fighting the good fight and you will reap your reward some day.  To all the children who want to see mother again, you must obey the lord and live the life mother did.  Mother is gone to rest but not forgotten. I hope to see her again in the sweet by and by.
Written by her son   Dallas Burke

Burke, Margaret "Peggy"  It is with great sadness of heart that I attempt to write an obituary of my beloved wife, Margaret Burke, commonly known as Peggy Burke.  She was born Nov 10, 1888 and departed this life Nov 11, 1934 at the age of 46 years and one day She was the daughter of Enon and Sarah Tackett. She was married to Dallie Burke on January 27, 1916 and unto this union were born seven children three boys and four girls. Her first baby a little girl preceded her in death. At the time of her death she left a broken hearted husband, six children, a father and three sisters to mourn her loss.  She professed a hope in Christ the second Saturday in July 1916 and joined the Old Union Church and was baptized by Elder Mahlon Burke the fourth Saturday in July, 1916 at the Long Fork Church.  She laid her membership in the Old Union Church and left it there until she departed this life.  So all the members of the church as well as  husband, children, father and brothers and sisters mourn her loss her seat is vacant in the church well as at home.  Children, I know you are lonely because your dear mother is gone. She now sleeps until the morning of the Resurrection so if you want to see mother again, be good to your father.  Live the life we believe your mother did and I believe you will see her again in the sweet by and by in that home above where all is love and there will be no sadness or pain to bear and all tears are wiped from our eyes.
Written by her husband  Dallas Burke

Clevenger, Ellen  It is with deep sorrow that I attempt to write an obituary of my dear wife, Ellen Clevinger.  She was born August 6, 1870 and died March 18, being 70 years, 8 months and 12 days of age  She was the daughter of Joseph and Nancy Stanley and was married to James A Clevinger at about the age of 24 years.  To this union were born eleven children, five goys and six girls. three boys and one girl preceded her in death, leaving seven children, a husband and a host of relatives and friends to mourn her loss. But the great consolation is that our loss is her gain, for I feel that she is a shining angel around the throne of God. She was sick for several months and endured her suffering very well.  She continued to pray all during her sickness.  It seemed she had good hopes of a better home.  She said not long before she died she knew she had to die but didn't know that she had to suffer so here.  She said she hoped God would take her on for she had hopes of a better home in the great beyond.  Ellen joined he Old Regular Baptist Church February 17, 1923 and was baptized into the fellowship of the Bull Creek Church by Elder D.C. Church.  She was a faithful member, always present at her church time.  She never had a reference brought against her.  She served as deacon the latter part of her life.  A few words to the children who are yet in sin.   If you ever expect to live with mother in heaven you must be born again.  One boy and two girls have professed a hope in Christ; the other four are yet out in the world.  May god help us all to turn and live to meet  with mother in heaven.
Dictated by her husband and written by John Clevinger

Collins, Myrtle  By request I will give you a short obituary of Myrtle Collins, one of our beloved church members, who died a short time ago.  She was born March 12, 1903 and died January 11, 1941. She was married to Larkin Collins on February 7, 1920. She joined the Thornton Church and was baptized and lived a quiet peaceful life until death. She was loved by al her neighbors and friends who knew her.  The writer visited her home during her last sickness She never ceased praying and we feel she has gone home to glory
Written by Lina Day

Compton, Dollie    It is with a sad and aching heart that I try to write a short obituary of my darling little daughter, Dollie Compton.  She was born September 15, 1933 and made her stay with us five years and seven months. She was sick but a short time. She took sick at 2 o'clock in the morning and died at 3 o'clock that afternoon.  She was so sweet to us all.  We can all but hear her little tongue so sweet.  She would say she loved everybody.  She leaves a father, mother, two sisters, two brothers and may relatives to mourn her loss, but we know our loss is her great gain.  She left us lonesome here but I hope that the family will be complete someday.  Could we but hear her little tongue so sweetly singing the heavenly songs, could we but see her smiling face delighted with the happy place we would not wish her back again.  But say, dear babe, with God remain, we'll try to gain that peaceful shore where those who meet shall part no more.
Written by her broken-hearted mother Virgie Compton

Davidson, Homer   It is with sad and aching hearts that we try to write an obituary of our father, Homer Davidson.  He was born December 12, 1908, being 33 years, 11 months and 2 days old when he departed this life on November 10 , 1939.  He was married to Florida Swiney and to this union were born three children, two girls and one boy. When he died he was praying.  He asked them all to pray for him.  He told his mother-in-law six months before he died that he would not be the man he once was.  Just before he died he looked aver at Landon Wallace and said that it was awful to leave his family and friends and he wanted Tom Counts to pray for him.  He went just alike he was going to sleep.
Written by his children:  Archie Davidson, Rosaline Davidson, carried by Mrs. Lakie R. Potter

Deel, Louisa   It is with a sad and aching heart and lonesome feeling that I attempt to write an obituary of my dear mother, Louisa Deel.  She was born October 11, 1893 an departed this life January 6, 1941, being 48 years, 2 months 3 weeks and 4 days old.  she was the daughter of George Deel and Polly Deel.  She was married to William burgy Deel on May 2, 1910 and was a faithful and obedient wife until death separated them.  To this union were born 1 children, 7 boys and 4 girls. Three of her children preceded her infancy, leaving the other eight children and her husband and father and mother, three sisters, five brothers and a host of relatives and friends to mourn her loss.  She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church December 11, and was baptized by Elder D.C. Church and E. F. Deel and lived a member three weeks and four days.  She never lived to take her seat with her brothers and sisters in the church but she loved for her brothers and sisters to come in while she was sick to comfort her.  She tried to talk to them as long as she could speak.  One morning mothers was laying on her sick bed and she looked up to me and said, "Wouldn't you rather see me dead than to see me suffering like I am?"  I said, "Mama, you know I would rather you would get well and stay with us if it is the Lord's will."  she said many poor children lost their mother and stood it and I could stand it, too.  Another morning she looked up at me and said "I saw the Lord.  he was with a little boy and had flowers in his hand."  I said, "Mama, he was pretty wasn't he?"  she said he was.  She prayed for the Lord to raise her up to be with her children, but her suffering was so great she said all she saw was to die.  She said. " I didn't think I wanted to die, but I do."  She told us all not to grieve over her.  She said when she came to die she wanted to go easy.  Four days before she died she begged to go home.  she told papa to get somebody to take her home.  She said, "My children will be crying, they don't know where I am."  She told Princie to get her ready to take home.  Mama said one night she was going home to see poor old granny.  Saturday evening before she died she told me to get her bonnet and put it on her head for she was going home, and to cover her up so she wouldn't get cold.  That Saturday night she talked and prayed all night and told papa to do better and to meet her in Heaven.  She told Princie to take care of her things and to be a god girl and mind her papa.  That Sunday morning she sad, " I am going home tomorrow." and she did go.  The last words mama said were "Raise me up, Adam.  If you don't I will tell your papa."  Oh, children, how we do miss mother's sweet face and voice and love for us.  Not only do we children miss her but the whole community misses her.  It is so sad to go home; I miss mother meeting me at the door.  I did all I could for her when she was here and by the grace of God, I will meet hr in the sweet by and by.  Oh, father, brothers and sisters, let us remember mother's words and try to meet her where all tears are wiped from our eyes.  Mother set a good example before her children.  Her funeral will be preached the fourth Saturday and Sunday in December 1941.  Ministers called are Elder D.C. Church, E. F. Deel and John Hess.
Written by her lonesome daughter   Eve Roberts

Edwards, Basil   It is with a sad and aching heart that I attempt to write a short obituary of my beloved husband, Basil Edwards.  He was born November 18, 1907 and died October 22, 1940 making his stay here on earth 32 years, 11 months and 4 days.  He was the son of Marion and Bessie Edwards.  He leaves his wife, one daughter, two sons, a dear old father, four brothers and one sister to mourn his loss but we hope our loss is his eternal gain.  he told me one day while we were talking that he didn't fear the devil, he feared God, who was able to destroy both soul and body and that we should get ready to  die.  He told me that he loved me and the children so much that he wanted to die working for his family.  He said he had seen his little baby, Darrel and his dear old mother while working in the mines and believed that he would see them again some day.  We miss his sweet company in our home so much that we can hardly stay without him, but God loved him most.  Oh, what a lonesome time here for me and the children.  Now, Opal, Ray and Harold, if you ever expect to see daddy again you must be good children and obey your mother and we all hope to meet him over in glory land where no sorrows or tears ever come.
Written by Ellen Edwards

Fuller, Clyde  It is with a sad and aching heart I try to write a short obituary of my dearest son, Clyde Fuller.  He was born February 16, 1922 and departed this life February 3, 1940,leaving father and mother, seven brothers and one sister, besides his grandparents and a host of other relatives and friends to mourn his loss, but I feel that our loss is his eternal gain,.  I fell that he is just sleeping until the Judgment Day.  He bore his sickness with patience.  He lacked 13 days being 18 years old and I have never heard him swear an oath in my life.  He was loved by all who knew him. I feel sure he is as rest.  He talked to us the morning before he died.  he wanted us to sing, " I Am Going To Die No More."  He said the worse thing he had done was killing little birds that hopped in the yard; that he had never done anything to anybody.  He has left me feeling satisfied that he is at rest.  Dear friends, my dear son is gone and I am left behind, but I hope to see Clyde some day in the bright sunshine.
Written by his mother,   Eura Fuller

Hall, Billie Gale   It is with a sad heart I attempt to write an obituary of our darling son, Billie Gale Hall, born May 29, 1936, deceased this life September 25, 1940, being 4 years, 3 months and 26 days old.  When God called him home he was the sunshine of our home but it seems to us God always plucks the tenderest flower, but we feel today our loss is his eternal gain.  There is a vacancy in our home that never can be filled.  Just a word to his daddy and relatives who are unprepared.  If you ever expect to see Billie Gale again you must repent of your sins and be born again.  He can't come back to us but by the grace of God we can go to him.  Sleep on, sleep on, our darling son, your walk on earth is done and some glad day we'll all arise and live together in the skies.  So may God bless and say you all is my prayer.
Written by his mother   Effie Hall

Hawkins, M.E.   It is with a sad feeling I try and write the obituary of my father, M.E. Hawkins.  He was born in the year 1872 and departed this life December 14, 1940 being 68 years old. He was married to Mellie May in 1891 and to this union were born ten children, seven boys and three girls.  Mother and six children preceded him in death.  He joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in 1912 and was baptized by Elder Rollah Belcher, having his fellowship at Sulphur springs.  He lived a faithful member until the Lord called him home.  He was afflicted for about four years with cancer, the last six months of his life was with much suffering, but he bore it with patience.  Many of his brothers and sisters visited him while afflicted. He was always glad to see them come to renew him.  The last time I ever heard the whisper of father was about the hour of two o'clock, as I heard him, groaning and went to his bed I asked him, if there was any thing he wanted  He whispered, "You pray." A few days before this he called me to his bed.  I asked him what he wanted and he said.  " I thought I had something to tell you.   I want to tell you but I can't." I asked him why.  He said, "I can't because these things were not told me and my tongue cannot tell them."  The last time father was away from home I took him to the doctor.  On our way we overtook J.D. Thacker, Jr. and he went with us.  After shaking hands the tears began to come into their eyes.  Father said, "Brother John, my time is short.  I want you to come to our community and warn and advise my children.  Brother John, I saw my destiny.  I saw the Great Valley of the wicked, also many of our ancestors in he resting place awaiting Jesus.  Jesus showed them to me.  The valley that holds the wicked is greater than humans can tell. I could see the lightning flash and as it would do so the wicked would flounce and scream.  In my vision all men were given a large wheel to ride and to guide, those failing to guide their wheels were those who went into the valley of destruction.  I asked Jesus how I could ride my wheel as stiff as I was when so many young men wreck with theirs.  He said it was not ridden by the active movements of the body, but by the heart of man.  If you have the heart and live the life you can ride the wheel.  And I rode my wheel without a wreck.  Then is when I saw my many long gone friends."  Father left a scarlet thread in the window for his children.  He always like to talk with Buena and Lomey and advise them.  The church has lost a faithful member, but I feel our loss is his great gain.
Written by his son   Herby Hawkins

Holbrook, John  It has now become my sad duty to write  the obituary of my beloved father, John Holbrook.  He was born in Lawrence County January 10, 1874 and died January 19, 1941 at Bottom Fork, Ky.  He was married to Mary Ann Stewart at an early age to them were born ten children.  One passed away in childhood leaving nine to mourn his loss.  He professed a hope in Jesus Christ at his daughter's house on August 19, 1939.  He was very ill at the time and we all prayed for his recovery so he could carry out his wish to be baptized.  This wish the Lord granted him.  He put his whole faith in the Lord Jesus Christ and talked of the Savior to all his family and friends.  He had undying faith that the Lord would take care of his flock and said he was ready to go any time the Lord called him.  Some of his children have confessed a hope in Jesus Christ also, and I pray the Lord will spare the others to live and come to Christ before it is everlasting too late.  I am sure if we could on realize what a glorious place the Lord has prepared for his own everyone would prepare to go there and dwell with Jesus.
Written by his son  Frank Holbrook

Holbrooks, R. H.   It is with a sad and aching heart that I try to write an obituary of my dear husband, Ransom H. Holbrooks, who has gone to live with Jesus. He was born September 16, 1864, and departed this life January 12, 1941, at the age of 78 years, 3 months and 26 days.  He was married to Nancy Jane Anderson in the year 1885 and to this union were born six children. Three of the children and their mother preceded him in death leaving three girls, Sarah Jane, Mary Lane, and Virgie Baker still living. In 1911 he was married to Jennie Bentley and to this union were born nine children, all of whom are still living.  He professed a hope in Christ in 1900 and joined the Old Regular Baptist Church and lived a faithful member until death.  He was a minister of the gospel about forty years.  He loved to fill his appointments and preach the gospel to the poor lost sinners.  He loved everybody and prayed for them to love and serve God.  After he became afflicted (his death was caused by paralysis) he would sit in his chair and sing for our baby and say. "God bless you honey.  My breath is so short I can't sing much, but you boys live a good life and serve God and meet me on the golden shore."  Now dear children, the time is fast approaching when you must cleanse your hands and purify your hearts if you ever expect to meet daddy again.  I can still hear that sweet voice ringing in my ears today.  When the boys would be away he would lay on his bed and pray for their return and when he heard them coming he would say. "Mother my prayers are answered."  I want to tell you children that father is just sleeping to await the resurrection to awake the saints from the tomb.  He would say. "God bless my good brethren and help them to stand firm on the doctrine."  It pleased him so much to see his brethren come.  He would say." Be faithful, oh be faithful."  And now, my children, you must seek Jesus and you will find a resting place where father is.  So all pray that the circle will not be broken.  You remember the song of heaven that your father sang years ago?  Do you love the hymns he taught you, and make heaven at last your choice?  And now he waits for you up wonder on that blessed shining shore.  Will you meet him in that City when this toilsome life is over.
Brethren pray for my children
Written by his broken-hearted wife  Jennie Holbrooks

Kerr, Aunt Frankie  Born November 30, 1856, baptized in 1881 by Elder Ben Bentley into the fellowship of the Cedar Grove Church.  Died January 18th, 1941.  Lived a faithful member 60 years.  Her age was 84 years, 1 month and 18 days.

Kerr, Frankie  It is with a sad heart I try to write an obituary of my dearly beloved grandmother, Mrs.. Frankie Kerr.  She was the daughter of James and Pricy Ramey and was married to J.C. Kerr.  to them were born eight children, four of whom are still living.  She was 84 years, 1 month and 19 days old when she died.  She had belonged to the Old Regular Baptist Church for about sixty years, and was a faithful member, going as long as she could.  She said she was ready to die, but she hated to leave her children.  She sure loved her children.  She asked Geneva who would go to meeting with her and clap hands. she called for Melvin and Janie but we couldn't hear what she said.  We all miss her so much but we feel that our loss is her eternal gain, for I am sure she is resting in paradise today.
Written by her granddaughter   Geneva Kerr

Keys, John M.  It is with a sad and aching heart that I attempt to write an obituary of my dear husband, John M. Keys, who departed this life December 15, 1940.  He was born in North Caroline on September 22, 1869.  We were married March 26, 1917 and he joined the Old Regular Baptist Church on July 1924 and lived a faithful member until death.  He died with paralysis and was confined to his bed for three months.  He bore his suffering patiently.  He said all he minded about dying was leaving me. He leaves a wife, three sisters, and a brother to mourn his loss, but we feel that our loss is his eternal gain, and I am looking forward to that time when God will call for me to go where we will be reunited in that beautiful city where sad parting will be no more.
Written by his wife   Mrs. Tennessee Keys

Little, Jerry   It now becomes my sad duty to write a few lines in memory of my loving father, Jerry Little, who deceased this life March 22, 1941, at the age of 68 years.  About 54 years ago he was married to Sallie Tackett and to this union were born nine children.  Mother and five of the children preceded him in death leaving two boys and two girls and a host of grand children to mourn the loss of a dear loving father.  he was loved by all who knew him and he bestowed the same brother love and care upon all of his children.  The night before father died he went to his grocery store and paid off his account and on his way back he stopped and talked with aunt Elizabeth, who was at the time confined to her room by sickness, and this is what father told her:  " when I am going the road with my head down I am walking and praying at the same time, and I tell you if anything happens to me tonight I believe I will enter that happy home, for God has showed me the right road."  When father started home, he told aunt Elizabeth that he might be back to see her the next day, but on the following morning at 5 o'clock he was found dead.  So according to father's confession he is resting in that happy home beyond this veil of tears.  I hope we can all meet there where parting shall be no more.
Written by his broken-hearted daughter Rosie Addington

Mullins, Barney A.  It is with a sad and aching heart I try to write an obituary of our dear brother, Barney A. Mullins.  He was born November 27, 1906 and departed this life April 30, 1941, being 35 years 5 months and 2 days old. He was the son of William and Manda Mullins and was married to Georgia Baker in 1927.  To this union were born seven children.  He was taken ill with trench mouth and was taken to the hospital and was never able to return home.  He stayed in the hospital thirty days suffering terribly.  He had been trying to live the right life for two years but never joined the church, expecting to join any time  He was strong in the Baptist faith and attended the churches far and near.  He leaves a wife, seven children, a father and mother, three brothers and one sister besides a host of friends to mourn his loss.  he told father there was nothing his way and if he wasn't on the right road he had better get  on it.  I will say to Georgia and the children, father and mother, brothers and sisters, If you ever expect to see him again you had better repent of your sins. We loved him, but Jesus loved him best and took him home to his eternal rest. 
Written by his brother   Brascue Mullins
Funeral Notice--The funeral of Barney Mullins will be preached the fourth Saturday and Sunday in August 1942 by Bros. B. H. Baker, Ken Gillespie, Richmond Stanley, Shade Standifer and H.M. Mullins at the Baker Cemetery.

Mullins, Foster   Death stops at everyone's door.  It is seldom welcome, but it is sure to come.  It marks the end of life's journey and is the transition state preparing the bodies of the saints for the trip into the eternal splendors of a never-dying day.  Death is just as natural as life; each of us have a small place to fill in the great human family and when the death angel beckons we must lay aside all earthly work and go on to leave the vacant chairs and heartbroken family.  There is no union of hearts that finds no here an end, yet when the silver cord has been broken and loved ones have gone on ahead we cannot help being sad and sigh for the touch of a vanished hand and the sound of a voice that is stilled.  It was on the 21st day of June, 1941, that the short earthly pilgrimage of our beloved brother, Foster Mullins, came to a close.  He was born April 9, 1913 being 28 years, 2 months and 12 days old at death.  He was the son of Linzy and Eliza Mullins and was married to Bessie M. Mullins December 14, 1935.  To this union were born four children three boys and one girl, Bobbie J. Mullins, Oscar K. Mullins, Bettie Sue Mullins and Donald C. Mullins, all at home.  He joined the Pine Grove Church of Old Regular Baptists a short time before he died but was not able to be baptized.  He requested the writer, together with Bro. Sam Courtney and other brethren to conduct his burial services.  He also selected the songs he wanted song during the services from the little Baptist song book whish is published by J. H. Ratliff Jr of Lookout, KY, by writing over each song when and where he wanted them sung.  Some of these songs he had dedicated to his weeping companion and mother.  he also dedicated one to me.  The first song he had sung at the beginning of nights services at his father's home was "Farewell, Vain World, I'm Going Home,"  His last song, sung at the grave when we lowered him down was, " I Have A Call For You, My Friends."  So we, by the help of the Lord, carried out his request as best we could.  Bro. Foster was a good boy and well beloved by all who knew him.  He bore his sickness with great patience, always trusting in the Lord.  He died of heart and stomach trouble. We feel our loss is his eternal gain. He leaves besides his family five brothers and one sister, a father and mother and a host of friends to mourn his loss. His funeral will be preached the third Saturday and Sunday in June 1942 at the Ash Camp Church by J.M. Gibson, Sam Courtney, Shade Standifer, Dock Kilgore and Him Sanders.
Written by an humble brother in hope.  J. M. Gibson

Mullins, Lizzie   It is with a sad and aching heart I try to write an obituary of my daughter, Lizzie Mullins, daughter of Jasper and Anna Bell Belcher.  She was born N9vember 18, 1910 and departed this life October 4, 1940 being 29 years, 10 months and 14 days old.  She was married to Hassell Mullins February 2, 1929 and to them were born five children, four girls and one boys.  She leaves husband, five children, father, mother, six brothers and two sisters and a host of friends to mourn her loss.  She joined the Old Regular Baptist Church of Elkhorn.  The day she joined the church whish was march 10, 1940 she came to her fathers home and asked for her father, I told her he was gone and asked her what she wanted with him.  She said that she wanted him to join the church.  Her aunt Sarah came in and we told her and she clapped her hands with joy.  She was baptized on Easter Sunday, March 24, by Brother Richmond Stanley and Brother Dave L. Baker.  She told us she wanted to hear Brother Ballard Baker pray again before she died.  She was sick about two years before her death.  We took her to the hospital and different doctors but they couldn't do  anything for her.  She said, "Mama, I can do anything but go home, get on my knees and pray as long as I love."  She was never able to go to church so we had church in our home to comfort her.  A few days before she died, she said her suffering would soon be over. The morning she died she said, "Mama, death has struck me."  She asked us to go home with her.  She said, "If you can't go now, you all come."  In seven weeks after her death her grandfather, J.H. Bentley followed her. 
Written by her mother Anna Bell Belcher

Mullins, Ruth Hall  In loving remembrance and with much sadness I try to write an obituary of my dear mother, Ruth Mullins.  She was born August ? 1847 and died Feb.6, 1941, at the of 94 years, 6 months.  She was married to Eli Mullins about the close of the Civil War.  She was the mother of twelve children, seven boys and five girls, Seven of the children are still living, three boys and our girls.  Mother was unable to get around much for about two years.  She bore her suffering with much patience.  She told me she didn't dread dying except to leaving her children.  Mother professed a hope in Christ and joined the Old Regular Baptist Church in 1912 and lived a faithful Christian life until her death.  I have followed mother for ten years in the Old Regular Baptist Church and will say to her children that if you ever want to see mother again you must repent of your sins.  A precious one from us is gone; a voice we love is still.  A place vacant in our home that never can be filled.  Sometimes I want to see her and kiss the darling face again.  I am glad she is smiling the glorious happy place.  Children don't forget mother and meet her in heaven
Written by her daughter Lucinda Owens

Mullins, Sintha Harriett   It is with a sad heart with daddy and mother and granddaddy and grandmother that we try to write an obituary of our darling, sweet little baby, Sintha Harriet.  She was born June 17, 1939 and died February 17, 1941 at the age of 2 years and 8 months.  She was the baby daughter of Laurel Mullins and Eva Mullins.  She was loved by every one who knew her.  She was so sweet and lovely. She attracted the attention of everyone in the whole neighborhood. Her pretty wavy hair and sweet shining angel face were so sweet to al. We miss this baby so much in our homes, but thank God our loss is her eternal gain.  So farewell baby, grandmother and granddad and dad and mother and four little sisters are expecting to meet you in a day of peace and happiness when mother can take her little darling in her arms to part no more.  We all feel sorrow for dad and mother and little sisters left to mourn her loss, and the little sister who said, " I have no playmate now."  I Creed Fleming, want to say to all that I stopped at this home to see this little baby the morning it died.  I did not say anything disturb Dad and mother but I saw the death angel pictured in it face.  I said farewell baby you will soon be safe in the arms of Jesus. I want to say to one and all, this baby looked too much like a heavenly angel to stay her.  God took her where she belonged so farewell baby, dad, mother and grandmother and granddad hope to meet you on the Resurrection morning when God will call and you will answer.  Then we expect to see you with Jesus coming in the clouds of glory with a crown that will never fade away
Laurel Mullins
Eva Mullins
Enoch Mullins
Sintha A. Mullins

O'Neal, Fain   I will, if it be the lord's will  try to write an obituary of a friend and brother Fain O'Neal.  He departed this life October 8, 1930 at the age of about 45 years.  He was a member of the Regular Baptist Church for about four years before his death.  About a week before he died he told  Joel and I that there were angels on the foot of his bed.  He rarely missed a week visiting us the last five years he lived.  He came from Georgia several years ago to Millstone to work in the mines and lived there until he died.  he became a strong believer in the Regular Baptist Church.  He never left our house after he professed a hope without reading the bible.  He was a strong believe in taking the Lord's Supper and feet washing.  He was a friend in sickness, a friend in need and how loved little children.  I hope our loss is heaven's gain.
Written by a friend.  Mr. and Mrs. Joel Spencer

Osborne, Zilpha   It is with a sad heart I attempt to write a short obituary of a dear loving mother, Zilpha Osborne,  She was born January 23 1854 and departed this  life January 12, 1941 at the of 86 years 11 months and 19 days.  She was the daughter of Buck and Sally Tackett She was married to G.W. Osborne and to this union were born 12 children.  The husband and eight children preceded her in death leaving two boys and two girls to mourn the loss of a good pious mother,  She joined to Old Regular Baptist Church and 41 years ago and lived a true faithful Christian life and was loved by all who knew her.  I knew her for thirty years and will say her every day life was good.  Her conversation was sweet to us and oh, how we miss her.  The last week she stayed ere with us she would clap her feeble hands and praise the Lord and beg the Lord to take her out of this troublesome world.  She told me little Tildon came after he the week before in a dream.  She said she would run her fingers through his hair.  Oh, how she loved him. I do believe when she went to leave those gates were opened wide on their golden hinges that little Tildon said he say opened wide for him.  They wanted to move her that week but she said she wanted George to fine her where he left her.  She would look up on the cemetery and say she longed to be up there to say.  I will say to her children and grandchildren, if you ever want to enjoy that beautiful home not made with hands, eternal and in the heavens, you will have to prepare this side of death's river.  I will say to those who have made peace, just press on and follow mother's footsteps and want mother's home to be our home.  Dear Children, You miss her because you loved her, but God loved her far better and took home to live with him forever on the shining planes of Heaven.
Written by her son and daughter-in-law  G. W. Osborne and Ellen Osborne

Perry, McKinley   It is with a sad and aching heart that I try to write an obituary of my dear grandson, Arlen Perry.  He was born November 1, 1920 in Pike County, Kentucky and was killed in an explosion in the Coples Mines August 28, 1941 making his stay on earth 21 years, 3 months and 3 days.  It is sad to think of him trapped there alone in the gas blaze for six hours with no one to call upon for help but the Lord. We were informed by the man he worked with that he was pray to God until the end and could be heard a long way off.  We do hope that God has cooled his parched body.  God doesn't turn an innocent prayer down.  He is survived by his parents, Mr. and Mrs. George Perry, three brothers, George Perry, Jr., Tommy and Charlie and one sister Rose Marie. On sister, Lillian Frances preceded him in death.  Our home is sad and lonely while grief fills every heart.  We hope to meet dear Arlin and never more to part.  His voice and tender words we hope were heard by the Lord.  Mother, he loved you so much we hope you will prepare to meet him in that last judgment day.
Written by his grandmother,  Mrs. Jennie Bartley
Note:  We want his funeral preached on the first Saturday and Sunday in June 1942 with the Revs Jack Gibson, Steve Lane, John Lane, Shade Standifer, Dave Church and Ballard Baker and as many as will come, we like them all, at the Davy Graveyard, Davy, WV

Potter, George   was the son of Levi and Sara Potter who preceded him in death a few years ago.  He was born February 6, 1885 and died February 8, 1941 being 56 years and 2 days old.  Two days before he died was his birthday and while I was sitting by his bed he looked up and said "Ernest, it looks like I am going to leave you on my birthday."  He was married to Sarahan Sykes in 1904 and to this union were born en children, six girls and three boys all of whom are still living except one, Little Caudle, who was killed eighty years ago.  The children are as follows:  Ernest, Hassel and Clayton, of Kettle Camp; Mrs. Roy Childers, of Ashcamp; Mrs. Jim Childers of Sycamore, Melster, Effie, Zelma, Nora and Marie, at home with  mother,  Daddy also has one brother living Butler Potter  of this section and two sisters, Mrs. John Thacker of Praise, Ky and Mrs. Payne of Home Creek , Va.  I want to say to all your children and mother, the sweet voice of daddy still rings in my ears.  We must all walk side by side and meet daddy again where we will never part.
                                        Angels, get my mansion ready
                                        That my Savior promised me
                                        For my work will soon be over
                                        And with Dad I'll forever be
Written by his broken hearted son  Ernest Potter

Potter, Paul Dean  It is with a sad and aching heart that I attempt to write a short obituary of my darling little grandson, Paul Dean Potter.  He was born September 12, 1939 and died August 6, 1941 being 1 year, 10 months and 25 days old. he was the son of Rachel and Claude Potter.  He was sick with measles and bronchitis for nine days but was very patient dying his illness. He was the sunshine of our home, the darling of our hearts, but the sweetest flower that blooms must fade away and die  Our home is very lonely and sorrow fills our hearts, but we hope to meet our loved one where we will never have to part.
Written by his broken hearted grandmother   Oneicia Ratliff

Roberts, William J.  It is with a sad heart I attempt to write a short obituary of my dear uncle. He was about 82 years old when he departed this life on October 14, 1934.  he was married to Elizabeth Johnson about the year 1881 and to this union were born two boys and one girl.  His daughter preceded him in death.  The two boys, Bud and Tom Roberts, are still living.  When he became ill in is old days I took Uncle in and took care of him as my father died when I was quite young.  He seemed like a father to me.  Before he became bedfast he would sit and talk about the Bible and what a good daddy I had.  It was a great pleasure to me to listen to him and his death was a great loss to me.  A few days before he died he asked me to call some preachers in that he wanted to talk to them.  The preachers came and held services and Uncle gave his  hand and told his experience and said he wanted to be baptized and the church received him and he was baptized Saturday evening.  he died the following Monday night.  He said the Baptist Church as his home.  He bore his sickness with patience and the night before he died I had laid down to try to get a little rest and he called for me and said. "Sissy, honey, I can never forget you.  You have done so much for me."  I knew then he was worse and I stayed by his bedside.  A year before that my son was killed and his dying words were "Sammy, oh Sammy, come on.  You said you would."  That was a great consolation to me because I believe Sammy's dad came after him. So may we all meet them in the sweet by and by
Written by his niece, Sarah Bentley

Rose, Arlin  It is with a sad heart I try to write an obituary of my darling son, Arlin Rose.  He was the son of Albert and Bethana Rose.  he was born May 20, 1918 and died March 27, 1941 being 22 years, 10 months and 7 days old.  He leaves a father , mother, two brothers and two sisters to mourn is loss.  I could write a lot of the blessed words and dreams he told me but I will make this obituary as short as possible.  He was ill for about ten months with rheumatism and heart trouble.  he wasn't willing to have a doctor; he didn't' think they would do him any good.  I was talking with him one day about going to the hospital.  he said no, that he was just like the good Lord wanted him.  He said if he wanted him to get well he would be well.  I would talk with him and tell him to be ready, we didn't know death was coming along.  He always told me he did have anything to worry about.  There wasn't anything in his way.  He came so near leaving this world one night before he died I thought he was gone.  I began working with him and praying the good Lord to let him breathe again and live a while longer.  He told me then he felt so good that nothing hurt him.  He told me later about a pretty place he saw.  He said he saw the prettiest place he had ever seen and he was faring so well,  He told us that if he had died then he would never have felt the sting of death and he wanted to see the pretty place again.  The night he gave up and said he couldn't live any longer, I will never forget how sweet and humble he talked to us.  He would say "God bless you my good mother."  He blessed us all and begged us not to cry over him.  He said he was glad he was leaving us all in good health and not suffering like had been, for his suffering would soon be over. I promised him while his warm body was in my arms I would meet him.  His funeral will be preached the first Saturday and Sunday in September 1942 by J. M. Gibson, Shade Standifer, Ferman Bartley, G.W. Parrigan and Mitchell Smith
Written by his broken hearted mother   Bethana Rose

Rose, Henry Reed    Was born November 5, 1920 and departed this life December 16, 1938 leaving five brothers, two sisters, a father and mother to mourn his loss.  He was in the hospital one week.  He told his cousins, sisters and brothers on his dying bed to pray and to meet him in a better world than this.  He took his grandmother by the hand and said he expected to meet her in heaven someday.  He had a host of friends and relatives to mourn his loss.  He was the son of Mr. And Mrs. Jim Rose.

Slone, Rachel   It is with a sad feeling that I now attempt to write an obituary of our beloved sister, Rachel Slone, who was born November 26, 1856 and departed this life October 1, 1939, being nearly 83 years old.  She was married to John Slone October 16, 1873 and to them were born seven children, six girls and one boy, five of whom preceded her in death.  Two are still living, Willie Slone and Mary Jane Bartley of Praise, KY.  Sister joined the Old Regular Baptist Church at Cedar Grove in 19076.  She, together with her husband, was given off in the arm that constituted the Sweet Home Church, being the first deacons of said church.  She was also granted the authority to name the Sweet Home Church.  Brother John and Sister Rachel also donated the church house property to the church.  Brother John Slone preceded her in death several years ago but she still remained an old widow indeed and toiled and raised her children.  Some time after the death of her husband, her son-in-law Sammie Rose, and his wife, Roma Slone Rose both died and left four children, Lundy, Alpha, Ample and Ivel, and Sister Slone took charge of them and prayed to the Lord to strengthen her and hold her up to raise those little orphan children all to be grown and her prayers were heard and granted.  The last talk that I had with her just a short time before she died she told me that she believed with all her heart that the Lord and answered her prayers and blessed her to live to raise Roma and Sammie's children to be grown and she was now ready to go any time to Lord saw fit to call her.  She also said she hoped it would be the good Lord's will when the time came for her to go that he would take her suddenly.  She said she did not want to be a burden to anyone.  This request was also granted for she got up to get breakfast one morning and her granddaughters, Ample and Ivel Potter found her sitting in a chair where she had fallen asleep in the arms of Jesus.  It seems there is not so much more to be said about Sister Slone as everybody both far and near knew her life.  She preached her own funeral and I feel that many will say with me that she stood as a saintly guide in religious instructions, always filling her seat in the Sweet Home Church, always ready to nourish the weak and humble herself and wash the feet of the saints as a mother would her children.  Her humble way will be so greatly missed I can hardly find words to explain.  I feel that she truly fulfilled that command or request that we find in Revelations. "Be thou faithful unto death and I will give thee a crown"  Surely she has reached her happy home She has fought the battle and followed her Captain to victory and will finally be numbered with those who shall come forth and be crowned both in soul and body and I feel that her children , her grandchildren, her lonely brothers and sisters as well as the whole community can say with me that surely she has received her crown or will receive it a the second coming of our Savior.  Just a word to her children, and grandchildren and all others, if you ever meet this old sainted mother again you  must repent of your sins and accept Christ as your Savior7u while lie and opportunity afford your
Written by an humble brother in hope  J.M. Gibson
Note:  P.S. Sister Slone's funeral will be preached he 4th Saturday and Sunday in August 1942.  Ministers requested are J.M. Gibson, D.C. Church, Shade Standford, Delbert Sanders and Ken Gillespie.  The funeral of Kermit Slone's baby will be preached at the same time by the same ministers at the Sweet Home Church.

Smith, Elizabeth T. Slone   It is with a sad and aching heart I try to write an obituary of my dear mother, Elizabeth R. Slone Smith.  She was born July 31, 1865 and departed this life December 7, 1940 making her stay on earth 75 years 3 months, and 7 days.  She was married to George Washington Smith May 5, 1884.  He preceded her in death on December 12, 1919.  To this union were born nine children, six girls and three boys.  Two are deceased, leaving seven to mourn the loss of a dear mother.  She professed a hope in Christ and joined the Old Regular Baptist Chloe Creek Church and baptized by Rev. Mat Justice and Rev. Milton Thacker and lived a faithful member until death.  She was loved by all who knew her.  She bore her suffering with patience. She always told me she prayed that her suffering would be short and it looks as her prayers were answered for she suffered only four days.  We all miss her here on earth but our loss is heaven's gain.  Now Carrie, Jim, Effie, John, Roxie and Bert, if you ever want to see mother let's pray for God to help us that we might be with them again where no sorrow ever comes.
Written by her daughter  Mrs. F. E. Collins

Sublett, Virgie  It is with a sad and unworthy feeling that I attempt to write an obituary of a dear friend and sister in Christ.  Virgie Sublett was born June 23, 1907 and died December 9, 1940 at the age of 33 years, 5 months and 16 days. she was a member of the Regular Baptist Church of Thornton and she bore the fruits of a Christian life.  She loved to attend church and when she was unable to go she had church in her home.  She was always putting her trust in the Lord.  She leaves a husband, a mother, two sisters, two brothers and two children to mourn her loss, but we feel our loss is her eternal gain.
Written this August 15, 1941 by  Martha V. Taylor

Sykes, Nona   It is with a sad heart that we try to write an obituary of a dear sister in Christ who has just passed beyond this veil of tears.  She was the daughter of Harve and Martha Sykes and about 64 years old.  She bore her suffering with much patience. she has said so many sweet things to us. I prayed to God to take her easy if it was his will to take her, if she couldn't get well and about one hour before she died she was so easy, she didn't seem to be sick, she rested so well.  We believe that my blessed Redeemer heard my prayer and we believe we will meet her in that band with little Russell and Essie Kemper, dad and mother and all the family, and we pray God that all her brothers and sisters will not put off the old man and put on the new man, which is Jesus Christ our Lord, and if you all will do that we feel we'll all be in that number when the saints go marching in
Written by two lonesome friends  Lakie R. Potter and Juanita Potter

Thacker, Pearl  At the request of a dear bereaved father and mother I will try in my weakness to write the obituary of a dear, loving sister in Christ Pearl Thacker.  She was the daughter of Cole Thacker and Pricy 'Thacker.  She was about 25 years of age when she died on April 5, 1941.  She leaves a dear loving father and mother, six brothers and three sisters and a host of friends to mourn her loss.  We have no doubt about Sister Pearl's happiness.  She was sick about three years before her death and she bore her sickness with much patience.  She joined the church about a year before she died but was never able to be baptized.  I went to see her often and I will never forget the prayers I heard her pray.  I was by her bedside just before she passed away.  She called on me to pray with her. I will never forget the lonely night.  She prayed as long as she had breath and then fell asleep in the arms lf Jesus.  Uncle Cole, if you have not made your peace with god, will you call on him now.  Let little Pearl's god be your god.  She has a dear mother who has belonged to the old church for several years and two sisters now belong. I will say to her brothers, you must repent of your sins and be born again in order to go where sister is.
Written by a brother in hope of eternal life  Willie Kendrick

Vanover,  Margie   I now attempt to write an obituary of my little granddaughter, Margie Vanover.  She was born May 30, 1931 and departed this life September 16, 1940.  Little Margie died peacefully.  Just before her last moments on earth she began to laugh as if she had seen something more beautiful than ever before  I believe she saw the little angels reaching for her to come to them. where her little playhouse will always be the same. She planned all through her sickness what she was going to put in her playhouse when she got well.  I believe when the gates of Heaven were opened she saw that her playhouse was  completed with more beautiful things than her tongue  could tell.
                                   "Twas hard to see her lovely face
                                    Taken on an ashen hue;
                                    For death had entered in space
                                    And closed her eyes of blue
                                    For one brief instant, sweet and sad,
                                    And then it all grew dim,
                                    As if God's angels all were glad
                                    that she had come to them
Written by Grandmother  Martha E. Mullins

Webb, Edgar   It becomes my sad duty to write an obituary of cousin Edgar Webb, who departed this lie March 19, 1941, in the hospital Fleming, Ky after a brief illness.  Edgar was born January 6, 1913 at Sergent, KY making his stay on earth 28 years, two months, and thirteen days. On June 13, 1936 he was married to Bonnie Shores, and the union proved one of deepest love and devotion there was a premature child, a little son dying at birth.  Edgar was deeply devoted to children and always wanted a family of his own.  It was not however the will of him who doeth all things well that Edgar should know what a child means to a loving father.  On July 8, 1941 however a little girl was born to the widow.  It was named Vivien Faye.  Edgar lived a consecrated life, and was always known as one of the best boys in the community.  In July 9, 1936 he attached himself to the Old Thornton Church at Mayking, KY. and was baptized a week later on  July 16, into full fellowship. arising from the water shouting praises to God for his goodness to him.  Thereafter he was devoted tot eh Church, the brethren, and sisters, and often talked to them of what it meant to be a Christian, to walk in his footsteps and to know that a sweeter home awaited him when death came. In the hospital with death nearing, Edgar sang so sweetly the song he loved: "I'm on My Way To Canaan's Land."  Of this there can be no doubt, Edgar has joined the saints in immortal glory and is today basking in the sunlight of Heaven, singing praises with his angel mother and others, dear, gone on before.  It is a glorious thought. Thy will has been done.  For Edgar it is finished.  We would no want him back in a sin-cursed, war-stricken world, although we miss him so much.  Besides the widow, his father, Burdine Webb, three sisters, three brothers and a host of relatives and friends survive
Written by his cousin    Willie P Webb

Yates, Henry   It being the request of his dear companion and children I will try in my weakness to write an obituary of Brother Henry Yates. who was my father-in-law in the flesh and brother as I hope and trust in the spirit.  Brother Henry was born June 15, 1877 and departed this life October 1940, being 63 years, 3 months and 24 days old.  He was married to Victoria Childress early in life and to them were born 11 children.  His first wife and three of the children preceded him in death, leaving eight of the children to mourn the loss of a dear father.  Brother Henry was later married to Martha Counts, no Children were born to them but they lived happily together until separated by death.  Brother Henry joined the Old Regular Baptist Church about three years before his death and was baptized by Brother Manis Mullins and Brother Howard Colley and lived a true and faithful member until it pleased the Lord to call him home.  Brother Henry and Sister Martha were never too busy to drop everything when Saturday came and go to church, and often would start on Friday evening.  He had heart troubles and was sick about two years but bore his sickness with great patience.  It pleased the Lord to call him away while waling along the road, he fell and died suddenly,  I feel deep in my heart that our loss is his eternal gain because I feel like he gained a home that is worth ten thousand such worlds as this. I want to say to the children, daddy can't come to see you any more but by the grace of God you can go to him, so repent while life and opportunity affords and be prepared to meet daddy in that upper and better world.  As for his dear companion who is so lonesome in her home, I feel like it is just a matter of time until she can join Brother Henry that sweet land where there will be peace and joy forever.
Written by his son-in-law   W. T. Large

A Worthy Brother    I will attempt to write a short obituary of a very dear friend and brother in Christ.  He was 65 years and a few months old when God called him from this world of trouble on July 29, 1941.  he was married to Margaret Bolling 47 years ago and they lived happily together until he died.  He professed a hope in Christ about three years ago and joined the Regular Baptist Church.  Bro. Creed and his companion were baptized together the second Sunday in July, 1939, and took membership in the Birchdfield Church.  His daily walk proved he was a Christian.  He left a dear companion and six children to mourn his loss, but his loss is heaven's gain.  He was a bright and shining light in their home, and all who knew him loved him.  He had many friends.  I witnessed Bro Creed's confession when he told the people he was ready to die.  I never saw anyone happier than Bro. Creed and he lived a Christian life every day.  His talk was always about how people should live in this world; about Jesus and going to rest when life was over.  His biggest worry was about his children for fear they would be lost.  Now children, take warning Life is uncertain and death is sure to come.  If you ever expect to see father again, you must repent of your sins and believe in the Lord, for he is full of pity and ready to forgive.  The Lord says today is the day of salvation tomorrow may be too late.  Bro. Creed hated to leave his companion and his children whom he loved so dear. I stood by and saw Bro. Creed leave this world of sorrow and I do believe he fell asleep in the arms of Jesus to wake in the Resurrection morning, when Jesus will call al the sleeping dust.  Now children, if you ever expect to see father again, you must make his God your God, I am looking forward to the time when I will see him again, but it won't be a sickly body, it will be a most glorious body.  What good things the Lord has for all those who love and serve him
Written by a friend and sister in Christ   Eura Mullins Davis

A loving father   It is with a sad feeling and a broken heart that I try to write an obituary of my loving father  we loved so well.  he was born June ? 1869 and died July 4, 1941 at the age of 72 years and 1 month.  He was a member of the Thornton Church for about 20 years and a deacon for a time and was loved by all who knew him.  He leaves a wife and a number of friends to mourn his loss.  He is the father of five children, four of whom are still living and one has been gone for about twenty years.  Deep in this heart of mine I believe that when the last breath left him, Heaven's doors opened wide for him, he looked so pleased.  He was always so good and kind to us all.  I have never seen him mad in my life.  He was so good to his children and his grandchildren that none of us can express the love we had for him.  God is merciful and helps us bear our burden if we only look to him.  Three of his children have professed a hope in Christ and one is out in sin.  We hope that son will together with his grandchildren prepare to meet God before it is too late.  We loved him yes, we loved him, but the angels loved him more and they called him to yonder shining shore.
Written by his daughter   Mrs. Alvin Kincer

Funeral Notice  The memorial of Brother Swinfield Rose and Nathaniel Rose and Peggy Ann Rose and others of the same family will be preached on the second Saturday and Sunday in June 1942 at the Rose Hill Church by the following:  Bros. M.D. McCoy, B. H. Baker, Shade Stanford, J. R. . Stanley, W. R. Hale and J. H. Stuart.