It is told by family descendants that Golie Allen was the first person to be buried in the Lakeview Baptist Church Cemetery.
Golie Allen - The Tifton Gazette (Lenox Laconics) - Friday, May 24, 1895 - Lenox, May 22. It is with sadness that I chronicle the death of Miss Golie, the youngest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Jno. T. Allen, which occurred last Thursday morning. She was about fifteen years old; a member of the Baptist Church and was beloved by all who knew her for her sweet and lady-like ways from early childhood. Her remains were deposited in Lake View Cemetery Friday afternoon, Rev. Geo. F. Clark conducting the funeral service. Her last words, spoken to her parents, were: "Do not grieve for me; I'm going home. O, 'tis so pretty there!" She leaves a host of relatives and friends to mourn her loss, to whom I extend sincere sympathy. "Grieve her loss no more; - She is not dead - only gone before, - To dwell with Jesus evermore. "
The Tifton Gazette - Friday, May 31, 1895
In Memoriam. Crossland, May 20. Please allow me space to relate one of the saddest, yet most beautiful, deaths I ever witnessed. On the 16th inst., at 5 a.m., sister Golie daughter of John T. and Emily S. Allen - departed this life to reap the joys of a more glorious one above. She was born in Lowndes County, two and one-half miles north of Naylor, October 14, 1880, and moved to Berrien County, near Lenox, with her parents, about five years ago. She professed faith in Christ and joined the Lake View Baptist Church on Sunday, November 12, 1893, and was buried with him in baptism the second Sunday in the following December, this unworthy scribe officiating. Since I first knew her, especially after uniting with the Church, she lived a most devoted Christian. She was devoted to the service of God's house and whenever worship day came and she was not present I, as her humble Pastor, knew that something serious was the matter. It was her custom after preaching service, though of tender years, to meet me by the time I left the pulpit and greet me with a cheerful smile and word of encouragement - which always strengthened me in my work in the Master's Vineyard. She was intensely interested in the Master's work in the salvation of souls and never tired of talking of things pertaining to the Kingdom. She was steadfast to the faith and adorned the profession she had made by living a faithful Christian seven days in the week. She was suddenly taken very sick on the second Sunday instant with typhoid dysentery and suffered intense agony until she passed away, four days afterwards. Amid the intense suffering she endured her cheerful disposition never forsook her. She seemed to realize from the first that her sickness was unto death. Sunday evening she informed the family of her predilections and, after a short talk about her future happiness, quietly sang that sweet old hymn, "Children of the Heavenly King." Monday she told me nothing could be done to prolong her stay in this world and she desired nothing but our prayers, which she seemed to enjoy very much. Tuesday she reiterated the same sentiment. She spoke of dying with a cheerful smile and seemed to realize that for her, it was great gain; when asked if she was better, she would shake her head and say "I soon will be." She stated that the only thing we should desire to stay here for was to work for the Master. Another striking remark was: "The Lord's arm is strong and long."
When near the end she asked me to "meet her in glory!" I replied: "I expect to do so, by the help of God." I then asked her if she felt perfectly ready and she said she did. But she seemed to dread the cup of death, and when the time came for her to drink that cup she exclaimed: "Father, let this cup pass!" Last of all, suffering intensely, she turned her eyes Heavenward and they seemed to dance with delight and joy, and as they anchored into a steadfast look, she exclaimed: "Oh, how pretty it is!" She then departed with a sweet smile upon her face. Reader, this is no fancy stretch of the imagination; it is the solemn truth, and I place it on record for your benefit and pray God, you may profit by it. In conclusion, let me say, I never saw a clearer illustration of the two-fold nature of the Christian - while the body was racking with excruciating pain the inner nature appeared to be intensely happy.
Her loving Pastor, George F. Clark. (Watchman please copy.)
The Valdosta Times - Saturday, June 1, 1895 - In Memoriam. "God's plans, like lilies, pure and white unfold, - We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart; - Time will reveal the calyxes of gold. " Near Naylor, Ga., on the 14th of October, 1880, a sweet little girl was born to John F. and Emily S. Allen, and they named her Golie. On the 16th of May, 1895, from the home of her parents, near Lenox, Ga., the dear child went home to God. A remarkable child for one of her years, she endeared herself to all who had the good fortune to know her. Her parents moved with her from Lowndes to Berrien about five years ago. November 12, 1893, she joined the Baptist Church at Lake View, and was baptized one month later. As her conversion was complete, she gave herself unreservedly to the Master and His cause. She adorned the Christian profession by that rare consistency and devotion which is particularly striking in one of such tender years. A dutiful daughter, a considerate companion, a faithful friend, she was withal devoted to her Church and her pastor, realizing in the Christian religion a vitalizing and impellent force, which shaped the tenor of her life every day in the week. Unselfishness was an innate trait in her character. As she had lived thus, she was not afraid of the approach of the Grim Destroyer. Triumphant in life, triumphant in death. Though sick only a few days - from Sunday until Thursday - and though her suffering was intense, yet she gave ample testimony that she was trusting in the strong arm of the Savior. By a strange prescience, she seemed to realize from the first day of her sickness that she could not recover and talked cheerfully of the coming change. She sang a favorite hymn, "Children of the Heavenly King," and seemed to enjoy the services of prayer. With a smile, she talked of death as her gain. At the last, with uplifted eyes and radiant countenance, she exclaimed, "oh, how pretty it is!" and then peacefully fell asleep in Jesus. But she is not dead. Christ said, "whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die." A host of friends mourn with the stricken father and mother and brothers and sisters, because the lovely bud, whose fragrant petals were but beginning to unfold, has been so prematurely cut away by the ruthless scythe of time. But by the same faith which was her strength in life and death, we shall see her again "clad in light and deathless bloom." "Rest in peace, thou gentle spirit throned above!" - Souls like thine with God inherit life and Love!" R.E.L. Folsom. May 28, 1895.
Golie Allen - The Tifton Gazette (Lenox Laconics) - Friday, May 24, 1895 - Lenox, May 22. It is with sadness that I chronicle the death of Miss Golie, the youngest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Jno. T. Allen, which occurred last Thursday morning. She was about fifteen years old; a member of the Baptist Church and was beloved by all who knew her for her sweet and lady-like ways from early childhood. Her remains were deposited in Lake View Cemetery Friday afternoon, Rev. Geo. F. Clark conducting the funeral service. Her last words, spoken to her parents, were: "Do not grieve for me; I'm going home. O, 'tis so pretty there!" She leaves a host of relatives and friends to mourn her loss, to whom I extend sincere sympathy. "Grieve her loss no more; - She is not dead - only gone before, - To dwell with Jesus evermore. "
The Tifton Gazette - Friday, May 31, 1895
In Memoriam. Crossland, May 20. Please allow me space to relate one of the saddest, yet most beautiful, deaths I ever witnessed. On the 16th inst., at 5 a.m., sister Golie daughter of John T. and Emily S. Allen - departed this life to reap the joys of a more glorious one above. She was born in Lowndes County, two and one-half miles north of Naylor, October 14, 1880, and moved to Berrien County, near Lenox, with her parents, about five years ago. She professed faith in Christ and joined the Lake View Baptist Church on Sunday, November 12, 1893, and was buried with him in baptism the second Sunday in the following December, this unworthy scribe officiating. Since I first knew her, especially after uniting with the Church, she lived a most devoted Christian. She was devoted to the service of God's house and whenever worship day came and she was not present I, as her humble Pastor, knew that something serious was the matter. It was her custom after preaching service, though of tender years, to meet me by the time I left the pulpit and greet me with a cheerful smile and word of encouragement - which always strengthened me in my work in the Master's Vineyard. She was intensely interested in the Master's work in the salvation of souls and never tired of talking of things pertaining to the Kingdom. She was steadfast to the faith and adorned the profession she had made by living a faithful Christian seven days in the week. She was suddenly taken very sick on the second Sunday instant with typhoid dysentery and suffered intense agony until she passed away, four days afterwards. Amid the intense suffering she endured her cheerful disposition never forsook her. She seemed to realize from the first that her sickness was unto death. Sunday evening she informed the family of her predilections and, after a short talk about her future happiness, quietly sang that sweet old hymn, "Children of the Heavenly King." Monday she told me nothing could be done to prolong her stay in this world and she desired nothing but our prayers, which she seemed to enjoy very much. Tuesday she reiterated the same sentiment. She spoke of dying with a cheerful smile and seemed to realize that for her, it was great gain; when asked if she was better, she would shake her head and say "I soon will be." She stated that the only thing we should desire to stay here for was to work for the Master. Another striking remark was: "The Lord's arm is strong and long."
When near the end she asked me to "meet her in glory!" I replied: "I expect to do so, by the help of God." I then asked her if she felt perfectly ready and she said she did. But she seemed to dread the cup of death, and when the time came for her to drink that cup she exclaimed: "Father, let this cup pass!" Last of all, suffering intensely, she turned her eyes Heavenward and they seemed to dance with delight and joy, and as they anchored into a steadfast look, she exclaimed: "Oh, how pretty it is!" She then departed with a sweet smile upon her face. Reader, this is no fancy stretch of the imagination; it is the solemn truth, and I place it on record for your benefit and pray God, you may profit by it. In conclusion, let me say, I never saw a clearer illustration of the two-fold nature of the Christian - while the body was racking with excruciating pain the inner nature appeared to be intensely happy.
Her loving Pastor, George F. Clark. (Watchman please copy.)
The Valdosta Times - Saturday, June 1, 1895 - In Memoriam. "God's plans, like lilies, pure and white unfold, - We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart; - Time will reveal the calyxes of gold. " Near Naylor, Ga., on the 14th of October, 1880, a sweet little girl was born to John F. and Emily S. Allen, and they named her Golie. On the 16th of May, 1895, from the home of her parents, near Lenox, Ga., the dear child went home to God. A remarkable child for one of her years, she endeared herself to all who had the good fortune to know her. Her parents moved with her from Lowndes to Berrien about five years ago. November 12, 1893, she joined the Baptist Church at Lake View, and was baptized one month later. As her conversion was complete, she gave herself unreservedly to the Master and His cause. She adorned the Christian profession by that rare consistency and devotion which is particularly striking in one of such tender years. A dutiful daughter, a considerate companion, a faithful friend, she was withal devoted to her Church and her pastor, realizing in the Christian religion a vitalizing and impellent force, which shaped the tenor of her life every day in the week. Unselfishness was an innate trait in her character. As she had lived thus, she was not afraid of the approach of the Grim Destroyer. Triumphant in life, triumphant in death. Though sick only a few days - from Sunday until Thursday - and though her suffering was intense, yet she gave ample testimony that she was trusting in the strong arm of the Savior. By a strange prescience, she seemed to realize from the first day of her sickness that she could not recover and talked cheerfully of the coming change. She sang a favorite hymn, "Children of the Heavenly King," and seemed to enjoy the services of prayer. With a smile, she talked of death as her gain. At the last, with uplifted eyes and radiant countenance, she exclaimed, "oh, how pretty it is!" and then peacefully fell asleep in Jesus. But she is not dead. Christ said, "whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die." A host of friends mourn with the stricken father and mother and brothers and sisters, because the lovely bud, whose fragrant petals were but beginning to unfold, has been so prematurely cut away by the ruthless scythe of time. But by the same faith which was her strength in life and death, we shall see her again "clad in light and deathless bloom." "Rest in peace, thou gentle spirit throned above!" - Souls like thine with God inherit life and Love!" R.E.L. Folsom. May 28, 1895.
It is told by family descendants that Golie Allen was the first person to be buried in the Lakeview Baptist Church Cemetery.
Golie Allen - The Tifton Gazette (Lenox Laconics) - Friday, May 24, 1895 - Lenox, May 22. It is with sadness that I chronicle the death of Miss Golie, the youngest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Jno. T. Allen, which occurred last Thursday morning. She was about fifteen years old; a member of the Baptist Church and was beloved by all who knew her for her sweet and lady-like ways from early childhood. Her remains were deposited in Lake View Cemetery Friday afternoon, Rev. Geo. F. Clark conducting the funeral service. Her last words, spoken to her parents, were: "Do not grieve for me; I'm going home. O, 'tis so pretty there!" She leaves a host of relatives and friends to mourn her loss, to whom I extend sincere sympathy. "Grieve her loss no more; - She is not dead - only gone before, - To dwell with Jesus evermore. "
The Tifton Gazette - Friday, May 31, 1895
In Memoriam. Crossland, May 20. Please allow me space to relate one of the saddest, yet most beautiful, deaths I ever witnessed. On the 16th inst., at 5 a.m., sister Golie daughter of John T. and Emily S. Allen - departed this life to reap the joys of a more glorious one above. She was born in Lowndes County, two and one-half miles north of Naylor, October 14, 1880, and moved to Berrien County, near Lenox, with her parents, about five years ago. She professed faith in Christ and joined the Lake View Baptist Church on Sunday, November 12, 1893, and was buried with him in baptism the second Sunday in the following December, this unworthy scribe officiating. Since I first knew her, especially after uniting with the Church, she lived a most devoted Christian. She was devoted to the service of God's house and whenever worship day came and she was not present I, as her humble Pastor, knew that something serious was the matter. It was her custom after preaching service, though of tender years, to meet me by the time I left the pulpit and greet me with a cheerful smile and word of encouragement - which always strengthened me in my work in the Master's Vineyard. She was intensely interested in the Master's work in the salvation of souls and never tired of talking of things pertaining to the Kingdom. She was steadfast to the faith and adorned the profession she had made by living a faithful Christian seven days in the week. She was suddenly taken very sick on the second Sunday instant with typhoid dysentery and suffered intense agony until she passed away, four days afterwards. Amid the intense suffering she endured her cheerful disposition never forsook her. She seemed to realize from the first that her sickness was unto death. Sunday evening she informed the family of her predilections and, after a short talk about her future happiness, quietly sang that sweet old hymn, "Children of the Heavenly King." Monday she told me nothing could be done to prolong her stay in this world and she desired nothing but our prayers, which she seemed to enjoy very much. Tuesday she reiterated the same sentiment. She spoke of dying with a cheerful smile and seemed to realize that for her, it was great gain; when asked if she was better, she would shake her head and say "I soon will be." She stated that the only thing we should desire to stay here for was to work for the Master. Another striking remark was: "The Lord's arm is strong and long."
When near the end she asked me to "meet her in glory!" I replied: "I expect to do so, by the help of God." I then asked her if she felt perfectly ready and she said she did. But she seemed to dread the cup of death, and when the time came for her to drink that cup she exclaimed: "Father, let this cup pass!" Last of all, suffering intensely, she turned her eyes Heavenward and they seemed to dance with delight and joy, and as they anchored into a steadfast look, she exclaimed: "Oh, how pretty it is!" She then departed with a sweet smile upon her face. Reader, this is no fancy stretch of the imagination; it is the solemn truth, and I place it on record for your benefit and pray God, you may profit by it. In conclusion, let me say, I never saw a clearer illustration of the two-fold nature of the Christian - while the body was racking with excruciating pain the inner nature appeared to be intensely happy.
Her loving Pastor, George F. Clark. (Watchman please copy.)
The Valdosta Times - Saturday, June 1, 1895 - In Memoriam. "God's plans, like lilies, pure and white unfold, - We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart; - Time will reveal the calyxes of gold. " Near Naylor, Ga., on the 14th of October, 1880, a sweet little girl was born to John F. and Emily S. Allen, and they named her Golie. On the 16th of May, 1895, from the home of her parents, near Lenox, Ga., the dear child went home to God. A remarkable child for one of her years, she endeared herself to all who had the good fortune to know her. Her parents moved with her from Lowndes to Berrien about five years ago. November 12, 1893, she joined the Baptist Church at Lake View, and was baptized one month later. As her conversion was complete, she gave herself unreservedly to the Master and His cause. She adorned the Christian profession by that rare consistency and devotion which is particularly striking in one of such tender years. A dutiful daughter, a considerate companion, a faithful friend, she was withal devoted to her Church and her pastor, realizing in the Christian religion a vitalizing and impellent force, which shaped the tenor of her life every day in the week. Unselfishness was an innate trait in her character. As she had lived thus, she was not afraid of the approach of the Grim Destroyer. Triumphant in life, triumphant in death. Though sick only a few days - from Sunday until Thursday - and though her suffering was intense, yet she gave ample testimony that she was trusting in the strong arm of the Savior. By a strange prescience, she seemed to realize from the first day of her sickness that she could not recover and talked cheerfully of the coming change. She sang a favorite hymn, "Children of the Heavenly King," and seemed to enjoy the services of prayer. With a smile, she talked of death as her gain. At the last, with uplifted eyes and radiant countenance, she exclaimed, "oh, how pretty it is!" and then peacefully fell asleep in Jesus. But she is not dead. Christ said, "whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die." A host of friends mourn with the stricken father and mother and brothers and sisters, because the lovely bud, whose fragrant petals were but beginning to unfold, has been so prematurely cut away by the ruthless scythe of time. But by the same faith which was her strength in life and death, we shall see her again "clad in light and deathless bloom." "Rest in peace, thou gentle spirit throned above!" - Souls like thine with God inherit life and Love!" R.E.L. Folsom. May 28, 1895.
Golie Allen - The Tifton Gazette (Lenox Laconics) - Friday, May 24, 1895 - Lenox, May 22. It is with sadness that I chronicle the death of Miss Golie, the youngest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Jno. T. Allen, which occurred last Thursday morning. She was about fifteen years old; a member of the Baptist Church and was beloved by all who knew her for her sweet and lady-like ways from early childhood. Her remains were deposited in Lake View Cemetery Friday afternoon, Rev. Geo. F. Clark conducting the funeral service. Her last words, spoken to her parents, were: "Do not grieve for me; I'm going home. O, 'tis so pretty there!" She leaves a host of relatives and friends to mourn her loss, to whom I extend sincere sympathy. "Grieve her loss no more; - She is not dead - only gone before, - To dwell with Jesus evermore. "
The Tifton Gazette - Friday, May 31, 1895
In Memoriam. Crossland, May 20. Please allow me space to relate one of the saddest, yet most beautiful, deaths I ever witnessed. On the 16th inst., at 5 a.m., sister Golie daughter of John T. and Emily S. Allen - departed this life to reap the joys of a more glorious one above. She was born in Lowndes County, two and one-half miles north of Naylor, October 14, 1880, and moved to Berrien County, near Lenox, with her parents, about five years ago. She professed faith in Christ and joined the Lake View Baptist Church on Sunday, November 12, 1893, and was buried with him in baptism the second Sunday in the following December, this unworthy scribe officiating. Since I first knew her, especially after uniting with the Church, she lived a most devoted Christian. She was devoted to the service of God's house and whenever worship day came and she was not present I, as her humble Pastor, knew that something serious was the matter. It was her custom after preaching service, though of tender years, to meet me by the time I left the pulpit and greet me with a cheerful smile and word of encouragement - which always strengthened me in my work in the Master's Vineyard. She was intensely interested in the Master's work in the salvation of souls and never tired of talking of things pertaining to the Kingdom. She was steadfast to the faith and adorned the profession she had made by living a faithful Christian seven days in the week. She was suddenly taken very sick on the second Sunday instant with typhoid dysentery and suffered intense agony until she passed away, four days afterwards. Amid the intense suffering she endured her cheerful disposition never forsook her. She seemed to realize from the first that her sickness was unto death. Sunday evening she informed the family of her predilections and, after a short talk about her future happiness, quietly sang that sweet old hymn, "Children of the Heavenly King." Monday she told me nothing could be done to prolong her stay in this world and she desired nothing but our prayers, which she seemed to enjoy very much. Tuesday she reiterated the same sentiment. She spoke of dying with a cheerful smile and seemed to realize that for her, it was great gain; when asked if she was better, she would shake her head and say "I soon will be." She stated that the only thing we should desire to stay here for was to work for the Master. Another striking remark was: "The Lord's arm is strong and long."
When near the end she asked me to "meet her in glory!" I replied: "I expect to do so, by the help of God." I then asked her if she felt perfectly ready and she said she did. But she seemed to dread the cup of death, and when the time came for her to drink that cup she exclaimed: "Father, let this cup pass!" Last of all, suffering intensely, she turned her eyes Heavenward and they seemed to dance with delight and joy, and as they anchored into a steadfast look, she exclaimed: "Oh, how pretty it is!" She then departed with a sweet smile upon her face. Reader, this is no fancy stretch of the imagination; it is the solemn truth, and I place it on record for your benefit and pray God, you may profit by it. In conclusion, let me say, I never saw a clearer illustration of the two-fold nature of the Christian - while the body was racking with excruciating pain the inner nature appeared to be intensely happy.
Her loving Pastor, George F. Clark. (Watchman please copy.)
The Valdosta Times - Saturday, June 1, 1895 - In Memoriam. "God's plans, like lilies, pure and white unfold, - We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart; - Time will reveal the calyxes of gold. " Near Naylor, Ga., on the 14th of October, 1880, a sweet little girl was born to John F. and Emily S. Allen, and they named her Golie. On the 16th of May, 1895, from the home of her parents, near Lenox, Ga., the dear child went home to God. A remarkable child for one of her years, she endeared herself to all who had the good fortune to know her. Her parents moved with her from Lowndes to Berrien about five years ago. November 12, 1893, she joined the Baptist Church at Lake View, and was baptized one month later. As her conversion was complete, she gave herself unreservedly to the Master and His cause. She adorned the Christian profession by that rare consistency and devotion which is particularly striking in one of such tender years. A dutiful daughter, a considerate companion, a faithful friend, she was withal devoted to her Church and her pastor, realizing in the Christian religion a vitalizing and impellent force, which shaped the tenor of her life every day in the week. Unselfishness was an innate trait in her character. As she had lived thus, she was not afraid of the approach of the Grim Destroyer. Triumphant in life, triumphant in death. Though sick only a few days - from Sunday until Thursday - and though her suffering was intense, yet she gave ample testimony that she was trusting in the strong arm of the Savior. By a strange prescience, she seemed to realize from the first day of her sickness that she could not recover and talked cheerfully of the coming change. She sang a favorite hymn, "Children of the Heavenly King," and seemed to enjoy the services of prayer. With a smile, she talked of death as her gain. At the last, with uplifted eyes and radiant countenance, she exclaimed, "oh, how pretty it is!" and then peacefully fell asleep in Jesus. But she is not dead. Christ said, "whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die." A host of friends mourn with the stricken father and mother and brothers and sisters, because the lovely bud, whose fragrant petals were but beginning to unfold, has been so prematurely cut away by the ruthless scythe of time. But by the same faith which was her strength in life and death, we shall see her again "clad in light and deathless bloom." "Rest in peace, thou gentle spirit throned above!" - Souls like thine with God inherit life and Love!" R.E.L. Folsom. May 28, 1895.
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