UNION ASSOCIATION
OF OLD
REGULAR BAPTIST CHURCH
OBITUARIES 1946

Boyd, James Harvy  It is with a sad and aching heart that I attempt to write a few lines to the sweet memory of my dear brother, James Harvey Boyd.  He was born May 11, 1877; deceased October 1, 1942, being 65 years, 4 months and 21 days old.  He was the son of Elisha and Jane Boyd.  he was married to Polly Jane O'Quinn in January 1905, and to this union was born one daughter  He leaves one daughter , a lonesome wife, four grandchildren, two sisters, four brothers and a host of relatives to mourn his loss.  We hope our loss is his Eternal gain.  He was a faithful husband to his wife and a loving father to his daughter.  He was loved by his neighbors  We miss him, yes, we miss him, for his seat is vacant and can never be filled.  He advised his family to live right.  He said, "You can't do too good, but you may do too bad."  He was afflicted with cancer of the stomach and his suffering was great, but he bore it with much patience.  His friends would visit him while he was on his sick bed and h3 would ask them to sing for him.  He seemed to take great interest in the Baptist songs.  He prayed for the Lord to let him do his suffering here in this world.  While he was on his sick bed he said that all his wrong doings came up before him and then disappeared from him, leaving him clear.  I believe the lord forgave him of his sins and took that burden from him.  Not many days before he died he said he had a fight with all the denominations and he thought that they all would be killed except the Old Regular Baptist Church.  I believe with all my heart that the Lord showed him the right way and I believe that the Old Regular Baptist Church is the nearest on the order that Jesus set up while here on earth for men and women to have a home in.  I believe Brother Harvey has made a happy exchange.  He has fallen in the hands of A Just and Loving God. We ho0pe by the Grace of god we can meet him in a better world where there will be no sickness nor trouble.  We hope our loss is his Eternal Gain.  May God Bless you all
Written by his lonely sister   Martha Ann Deel

 Coleman, Haney Harrison  It now becomes my sad duty to write a short obituary of my precious father, Henry Harrison Coleman.  He was born January 16, 1865 and left us May 14, 1945 for that home beyond this vale of tears and sorrow.  I know my daddy is with Jesus and all of the redeemed of all ages.  He had been sending the material on to prepare that mansion Jesus promised all his children who love and obey him.  He would always ask his boys and girls when they left for their homes after spending a few hours with him, not to stay away too long.  He would say, "I will not be here much longer."  He would off times tell mother that he never failed to pray for his children before he went to sleep.  It seemed that the last few weeks that he was with us he was in constant communion with God.  It seemed that a deep Peace had settled over him and he was only awaiting the Master's call to come up higher and enjoy that beautiful country from which no traveler ever returns.  he would off times have visions of the Glory Land and his loved ones that had gone on to sing and shout the praises of God forever more.  He never seemed to dread death, it only meant for him to cease suffering.  He was sick in bed most of the three last years of his life.  He was with us and could sit on the porch and hear the good preaching and singing of his precious brethren and sisters.  He loved  the Little Church across the creek that he belong to for so many years.  He was a charter member of it.  We call the Samaria Church our mother church since we came in an arm from her.  My father was the youngest son of Daniel and Bethena Coleman.  There were fourteen children in his father's home, all have gone on to meet God but on sister, Susan Stewart.  He was married to Evaline Mullins, July 18, 1884 and to this union were born eleven children, six boys and five girls, all are still living.  Mother lives alone in the old home and has never been well since daddy left us.  God alone knows how much we miss our sweet father.  He was such a kind and loving father, good to all, both young and old alike.  His funeral is set for the first Saturday in September 1946 at the Little Hattie church. 
Written by his loving wife and oldest daughter. Evaline Coleman and Hattie Sterling