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Mary Lake Adams
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Birth: Feb. 13, 1835
Death: Mar. 22, 1891


The Franklin Democrat, Friday, March 27, 1891, Volume XXXI, Number 40, page 4, column 2

MORGANTOWN ~ Mrs. Jake Adams died of lung trouble on Sunday morning and was buried on Tuesday at Bethlehem cemetery east of town. Mrs. Adams was a kind and loving mother and a faithful companion. She leaves a husband and four children. The funeral was largely attended.

The Franklin Democrat, Friday, April 3, 1891, Volume XXXI, Number 41, page 1, column 5

OBITUARY.

Mrs. Mary Lake Adams, the subject of this sketch was born in Roanoke county, Va., Feb. 13, 1835, and departed this life March 22, 1891, being fifty-six years, one month and nine days old. The funeral services were conducted by Rev. Cook, of Franklin, who delivered a very appropriate and impressive address. The remains were interred in the Bethlehem cemetery.

Mary Lake came to Morgan county, Ind., with her parents when a very small girl and spent the remainder of her noble and self-sacrificing life in the same county. At the age of nineteen she united with the Missionary Baptist church and had ever since held to that faith and lived a consistent and devoted Christian. She was married to Jacob Adams, April 13th, 1854. The result of this union was six children, four sons and two daughters. The two daughters have long since preceded her, while the husband and four sons survive to mourn the loss of a loving companion and a kind and affectionate mother. But we would say to those “weep not, ‘mother’ is at rest, for the task assigned to her is done and the guerdon won.” You will find home different to what it once was, for the work is put by, folded neatly away in some drawer, you will find some garments not used now; there is an empty chair in the family circle, and silence reigns throughout the house. But what has brought about this change? Why does home that once was so bright, now seem so dark and lonely? Mother is gone. O, how you miss that light, quick step; that pleasant smile and that welcome voice. But remember that comparing a life time to that of eternity the time will be short till that same smile and voice will again welcome the loved ones home.

We feel so glad to know that we can say more than that Mrs. Adams was a church member, for it is an error to suppose that we are Christians because we belong to church, neither does religion consist solely in reading the Bible, praying, attending church and laboring for the conversion of souls; but, “That which one does heartily as unto the Lord, is the Lord’s work.” A woman is doing the Lord’s work when she does that which pleases God; when she is careful to speak the exact truth; when she is courteous to strangers and lends a helping hand to the needy; when she has a word of encouragement for the desponding; when she sets an example of industry and honesty; when she returns good for evil; when she leads such an upright and benevolent, God-honoring life that the world takes notice of her that has been with Jesus. These are the characteristics of a true Christian, and we are sure the deceased possessed all of them. She lived a harmless and useful life, and to know her was to love her. No child of want ever came to her door and was turned away empty handed; no one in sorrow came to her but was comforted. When the angel of life came to a neighbor’s dwelling, she was there to rejoice at the starting of another immortal spirit. When the angel of death came to a dwelling she was there to robe the departed for burial.

Aunt Mary, as we all loved to call her, was an exception of a woman. She was industrious in habit, had such a kind disposition and was so polite in manners. To live near her was a blessing, for she was a neighbor in the fullest sense of the word. If ever one felt despondent or ill, and the duties of life seemed hard to perform, she was sure to make her appearance, and when that beautiful form, that pleasant smile and gentle voice was seen and heard in the doorway, it seemed that the sun had suddenly burst forth from behind a great dark cloud and was shining full and clear upon you, and her presence in the room may be compared to that of a rose, which when gone leaves so sweet and pleasant a perfume.

Her sickness was of short duration, lasting only about eleven days. She bore her sickness with great fortitude and seemed to realize from the first that she would never recover, and as each dose of medicine was administered she would say: “No use, no use.” Everything that medical skill, kind words and willing hands could do was done, but all to no avail, for it seemed the all wise being saw fit to break that family circle and call the loved one home. A few hours before her death she talked in a very impressive manner to each member of the family who were present giving them good and motherly advice, telling how she wished things should be carried on when she was gone. She did this without excitement and the business-like manner in which it was done is without a parallel. She expressed a strong desire to see those of her family who lived so far away they did not reach home in time to see that noble spirit take its flight to heaven, and ere they reached her she had passed into that sleep which knows no waking.

O, blessed sleep that will not break.
For tears, nor prayers nor love’s sweet sake!
O, perfect rest, that knows no pain.
No throb, no thrill of heart or brain;
O, life sublime beyond all speech,
That only the poor through dying reach.
God understands and His ways are bright;
Bid His beloved a long good night.

Weep for the days that will come no more
For the sunbeam flown from hearth and door,
For a missing step, for a nameless grace
Of a tender voice and a loving face;
But not for the soul whose goal is won.
Whose infinite joy has just begun –
Not for the spirit robed in light
And crowned where angels are tonight.
J G. H.

[Submitted by Mark McCrady and Cathea Curry]

 
 
Family links: 
 Spouse:
  Jacob Adams (1829 - 1902)*
 
 Children:
  Rebecca A. Adams (1852 - 1858)*
  Infant Adams (1858 - 1858)*
 
*Calculated relationship
 
Inscription:
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Note: W/o Jacob Adams
 
Burial:
Bethlehem Cemetery
Trafalgar
Johnson County
Indiana, USA
 
Created by: Robert Lee
Record added: Jan 21, 2010
Find A Grave Memorial# 46943426
Mary <i>Lake</i> Adams
Added by: Joshua Davis
 
Mary <i>Lake</i> Adams
Added by: Joshua Davis
 
Mary <i>Lake</i> Adams
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