Recollections of Mrs. M. E. Whitaker, written by herself.
As all of the older members of my family have "Passed over" before me, it has often been in my mind to leave a few notes of my life, for those whom I leave behind in future years to refer to, though I may leave very few near of blood to feel much interest in it, as so many have been claimed by the Reaper.
I was born in Washington County, Georgia, the first day of November, 1820, near Sandersville. In the Spring of 1821 my father moved to Crawford Co., Geo., and settled on the Indian reserve, on Flint river, my father holding the office of sub-agent.
March 20, 1902.
I wrote the above several years ago, but it was laid aside and neglected.
Now I feel my days of usefulness have past and I am holding my hands as it were; waiting on my heavenly Father's call, resting and trusting to His will. While at school in Culloden, Geor., 1835, I was converted, and as I gave my hand to the minister as a pledge to the church I gave my heart to God, a decision I have never regreted. Though I've often been a unprofitable servant, and done so little for his cause (which I vainly regret) my determination has and has given me all the solid pleasures and happiness I have enjoyed in this life and has been my stay and strength in time of trouble. Happy and comforting thought, the assurance of His everlasting arms being always under me. How could I have met and borne all the aflictions and trials that have been mine, without His promises and sustaining grace and love. I have felt that I was a monument of His mercy, being so weak a servant to be spaired to old age. While I am devoted to my family and friends & take a deep interest in them and enjoy the comforts & blessings by which I am surrounded and His beautiful handiwork in nature, my heart is fixed upon tha Beautiful Home not made with hands and where we will behold Him in His beauty & grandeur and where we will meet our loved ones who have gone before, watching and waiting for us. In 1860 the 15 day of February, the Lord saw fit to bring heavy affliction upon me after a happy married life of twenty years. (I was married near Ft. Mitchell 23 April, 1840). My husband died with Diptheria after an illness of four days. I felt then I had all I could bear but he knoweth best. Eight days after, my first son Crowell, whom I felt would be my stay & comfort here as he was the only son, died with the same awful disease. But the cycle of death was not yet staid.
The 18 of the next month March, my devoted brother Cantey Crowell was found in the early morn Dead. Passed away apparently without a struggle. "As thy day is so shall thy strength be." Tis impossible to realize the suffering. After an intermission of three years my second daughter Sarah (1863) Cantey was taken, after an illness of four days, with measels and congestion. And anothere intermission of three years my daughter and youngest child, aged thirteen, died October 1, 1865 of congestion of the brain. These afflictions must have come to purify, but what a happy and comforting thought. They all departed happy in The Faith, leaving bright evidences of their acceptance, with the Father.
Jan., 1903. After another delay I will try again to write, as I'm in my eighty third year, Old Father Time constantly reminds me His claims are heavy upon me, and as time allotted to man is nearly spent, I must finish up my work here.
In Eighteen eighty five my daughter Martha Elizabeth, who married Robert F. Bradford and moved to his home in Leon Co., Florida, died the twentieth of January, eigtheen eighty five, at her paternal home in Russell Co., Ala., leaving four dependant children. They needed a mother's care. It was a trial to decide between feeble health and my own home, but motherely love prevailed and I left all to follow them to their father's home, to try to fill a mother's place. How I have succeeded our heavenly Father only knows; and it will not be revealed until the last day. But he knows I have conscientiously done my best, but with many heartaches for fear of failure, and also the longings for separated loved ones at Home. My work has been accomplished for them, as all are grown. Now, the tide has turned and I am their care, being fed by them, by "the bread cast upon the waters." We used to read in old school books of the young stalks taking care of the old ones. That is my case. The children I have reared are now tenderly caring for me.
1905 Nov. Praise God from whom all Blessings flow. This our Nation's Thanksgiving day, and a lovely day, cool, bright and beautiful. Not a cloud to cast a shadow but dark spots will come. We cannot realize now much we have to be thankful for. Words would fail to express, but in our hearts we can praise Him and give thanks. I especially have so much to be thankful for. Though naturally frail I have been given length of days.
As all of the older members of my family have "Passed over" before me, it has often been in my mind to leave a few notes of my life, for those whom I leave behind in future years to refer to, though I may leave very few near of blood to feel much interest in it, as so many have been claimed by the Reaper.
I was born in Washington County, Georgia, the first day of November, 1820, near Sandersville. In the Spring of 1821 my father moved to Crawford Co., Geo., and settled on the Indian reserve, on Flint river, my father holding the office of sub-agent.
March 20, 1902.
I wrote the above several years ago, but it was laid aside and neglected.
Now I feel my days of usefulness have past and I am holding my hands as it were; waiting on my heavenly Father's call, resting and trusting to His will. While at school in Culloden, Geor., 1835, I was converted, and as I gave my hand to the minister as a pledge to the church I gave my heart to God, a decision I have never regreted. Though I've often been a unprofitable servant, and done so little for his cause (which I vainly regret) my determination has and has given me all the solid pleasures and happiness I have enjoyed in this life and has been my stay and strength in time of trouble. Happy and comforting thought, the assurance of His everlasting arms being always under me. How could I have met and borne all the aflictions and trials that have been mine, without His promises and sustaining grace and love. I have felt that I was a monument of His mercy, being so weak a servant to be spaired to old age. While I am devoted to my family and friends & take a deep interest in them and enjoy the comforts & blessings by which I am surrounded and His beautiful handiwork in nature, my heart is fixed upon tha Beautiful Home not made with hands and where we will behold Him in His beauty & grandeur and where we will meet our loved ones who have gone before, watching and waiting for us. In 1860 the 15 day of February, the Lord saw fit to bring heavy affliction upon me after a happy married life of twenty years. (I was married near Ft. Mitchell 23 April, 1840). My husband died with Diptheria after an illness of four days. I felt then I had all I could bear but he knoweth best. Eight days after, my first son Crowell, whom I felt would be my stay & comfort here as he was the only son, died with the same awful disease. But the cycle of death was not yet staid.
The 18 of the next month March, my devoted brother Cantey Crowell was found in the early morn Dead. Passed away apparently without a struggle. "As thy day is so shall thy strength be." Tis impossible to realize the suffering. After an intermission of three years my second daughter Sarah (1863) Cantey was taken, after an illness of four days, with measels and congestion. And anothere intermission of three years my daughter and youngest child, aged thirteen, died October 1, 1865 of congestion of the brain. These afflictions must have come to purify, but what a happy and comforting thought. They all departed happy in The Faith, leaving bright evidences of their acceptance, with the Father.
Jan., 1903. After another delay I will try again to write, as I'm in my eighty third year, Old Father Time constantly reminds me His claims are heavy upon me, and as time allotted to man is nearly spent, I must finish up my work here.
In Eighteen eighty five my daughter Martha Elizabeth, who married Robert F. Bradford and moved to his home in Leon Co., Florida, died the twentieth of January, eigtheen eighty five, at her paternal home in Russell Co., Ala., leaving four dependant children. They needed a mother's care. It was a trial to decide between feeble health and my own home, but motherely love prevailed and I left all to follow them to their father's home, to try to fill a mother's place. How I have succeeded our heavenly Father only knows; and it will not be revealed until the last day. But he knows I have conscientiously done my best, but with many heartaches for fear of failure, and also the longings for separated loved ones at Home. My work has been accomplished for them, as all are grown. Now, the tide has turned and I am their care, being fed by them, by "the bread cast upon the waters." We used to read in old school books of the young stalks taking care of the old ones. That is my case. The children I have reared are now tenderly caring for me.
1905 Nov. Praise God from whom all Blessings flow. This our Nation's Thanksgiving day, and a lovely day, cool, bright and beautiful. Not a cloud to cast a shadow but dark spots will come. We cannot realize now much we have to be thankful for. Words would fail to express, but in our hearts we can praise Him and give thanks. I especially have so much to be thankful for. Though naturally frail I have been given length of days.
Recollections of Mrs. M. E. Whitaker, written by herself.
As all of the older members of my family have "Passed over" before me, it has often been in my mind to leave a few notes of my life, for those whom I leave behind in future years to refer to, though I may leave very few near of blood to feel much interest in it, as so many have been claimed by the Reaper.
I was born in Washington County, Georgia, the first day of November, 1820, near Sandersville. In the Spring of 1821 my father moved to Crawford Co., Geo., and settled on the Indian reserve, on Flint river, my father holding the office of sub-agent.
March 20, 1902.
I wrote the above several years ago, but it was laid aside and neglected.
Now I feel my days of usefulness have past and I am holding my hands as it were; waiting on my heavenly Father's call, resting and trusting to His will. While at school in Culloden, Geor., 1835, I was converted, and as I gave my hand to the minister as a pledge to the church I gave my heart to God, a decision I have never regreted. Though I've often been a unprofitable servant, and done so little for his cause (which I vainly regret) my determination has and has given me all the solid pleasures and happiness I have enjoyed in this life and has been my stay and strength in time of trouble. Happy and comforting thought, the assurance of His everlasting arms being always under me. How could I have met and borne all the aflictions and trials that have been mine, without His promises and sustaining grace and love. I have felt that I was a monument of His mercy, being so weak a servant to be spaired to old age. While I am devoted to my family and friends & take a deep interest in them and enjoy the comforts & blessings by which I am surrounded and His beautiful handiwork in nature, my heart is fixed upon tha Beautiful Home not made with hands and where we will behold Him in His beauty & grandeur and where we will meet our loved ones who have gone before, watching and waiting for us. In 1860 the 15 day of February, the Lord saw fit to bring heavy affliction upon me after a happy married life of twenty years. (I was married near Ft. Mitchell 23 April, 1840). My husband died with Diptheria after an illness of four days. I felt then I had all I could bear but he knoweth best. Eight days after, my first son Crowell, whom I felt would be my stay & comfort here as he was the only son, died with the same awful disease. But the cycle of death was not yet staid.
The 18 of the next month March, my devoted brother Cantey Crowell was found in the early morn Dead. Passed away apparently without a struggle. "As thy day is so shall thy strength be." Tis impossible to realize the suffering. After an intermission of three years my second daughter Sarah (1863) Cantey was taken, after an illness of four days, with measels and congestion. And anothere intermission of three years my daughter and youngest child, aged thirteen, died October 1, 1865 of congestion of the brain. These afflictions must have come to purify, but what a happy and comforting thought. They all departed happy in The Faith, leaving bright evidences of their acceptance, with the Father.
Jan., 1903. After another delay I will try again to write, as I'm in my eighty third year, Old Father Time constantly reminds me His claims are heavy upon me, and as time allotted to man is nearly spent, I must finish up my work here.
In Eighteen eighty five my daughter Martha Elizabeth, who married Robert F. Bradford and moved to his home in Leon Co., Florida, died the twentieth of January, eigtheen eighty five, at her paternal home in Russell Co., Ala., leaving four dependant children. They needed a mother's care. It was a trial to decide between feeble health and my own home, but motherely love prevailed and I left all to follow them to their father's home, to try to fill a mother's place. How I have succeeded our heavenly Father only knows; and it will not be revealed until the last day. But he knows I have conscientiously done my best, but with many heartaches for fear of failure, and also the longings for separated loved ones at Home. My work has been accomplished for them, as all are grown. Now, the tide has turned and I am their care, being fed by them, by "the bread cast upon the waters." We used to read in old school books of the young stalks taking care of the old ones. That is my case. The children I have reared are now tenderly caring for me.
1905 Nov. Praise God from whom all Blessings flow. This our Nation's Thanksgiving day, and a lovely day, cool, bright and beautiful. Not a cloud to cast a shadow but dark spots will come. We cannot realize now much we have to be thankful for. Words would fail to express, but in our hearts we can praise Him and give thanks. I especially have so much to be thankful for. Though naturally frail I have been given length of days.
As all of the older members of my family have "Passed over" before me, it has often been in my mind to leave a few notes of my life, for those whom I leave behind in future years to refer to, though I may leave very few near of blood to feel much interest in it, as so many have been claimed by the Reaper.
I was born in Washington County, Georgia, the first day of November, 1820, near Sandersville. In the Spring of 1821 my father moved to Crawford Co., Geo., and settled on the Indian reserve, on Flint river, my father holding the office of sub-agent.
March 20, 1902.
I wrote the above several years ago, but it was laid aside and neglected.
Now I feel my days of usefulness have past and I am holding my hands as it were; waiting on my heavenly Father's call, resting and trusting to His will. While at school in Culloden, Geor., 1835, I was converted, and as I gave my hand to the minister as a pledge to the church I gave my heart to God, a decision I have never regreted. Though I've often been a unprofitable servant, and done so little for his cause (which I vainly regret) my determination has and has given me all the solid pleasures and happiness I have enjoyed in this life and has been my stay and strength in time of trouble. Happy and comforting thought, the assurance of His everlasting arms being always under me. How could I have met and borne all the aflictions and trials that have been mine, without His promises and sustaining grace and love. I have felt that I was a monument of His mercy, being so weak a servant to be spaired to old age. While I am devoted to my family and friends & take a deep interest in them and enjoy the comforts & blessings by which I am surrounded and His beautiful handiwork in nature, my heart is fixed upon tha Beautiful Home not made with hands and where we will behold Him in His beauty & grandeur and where we will meet our loved ones who have gone before, watching and waiting for us. In 1860 the 15 day of February, the Lord saw fit to bring heavy affliction upon me after a happy married life of twenty years. (I was married near Ft. Mitchell 23 April, 1840). My husband died with Diptheria after an illness of four days. I felt then I had all I could bear but he knoweth best. Eight days after, my first son Crowell, whom I felt would be my stay & comfort here as he was the only son, died with the same awful disease. But the cycle of death was not yet staid.
The 18 of the next month March, my devoted brother Cantey Crowell was found in the early morn Dead. Passed away apparently without a struggle. "As thy day is so shall thy strength be." Tis impossible to realize the suffering. After an intermission of three years my second daughter Sarah (1863) Cantey was taken, after an illness of four days, with measels and congestion. And anothere intermission of three years my daughter and youngest child, aged thirteen, died October 1, 1865 of congestion of the brain. These afflictions must have come to purify, but what a happy and comforting thought. They all departed happy in The Faith, leaving bright evidences of their acceptance, with the Father.
Jan., 1903. After another delay I will try again to write, as I'm in my eighty third year, Old Father Time constantly reminds me His claims are heavy upon me, and as time allotted to man is nearly spent, I must finish up my work here.
In Eighteen eighty five my daughter Martha Elizabeth, who married Robert F. Bradford and moved to his home in Leon Co., Florida, died the twentieth of January, eigtheen eighty five, at her paternal home in Russell Co., Ala., leaving four dependant children. They needed a mother's care. It was a trial to decide between feeble health and my own home, but motherely love prevailed and I left all to follow them to their father's home, to try to fill a mother's place. How I have succeeded our heavenly Father only knows; and it will not be revealed until the last day. But he knows I have conscientiously done my best, but with many heartaches for fear of failure, and also the longings for separated loved ones at Home. My work has been accomplished for them, as all are grown. Now, the tide has turned and I am their care, being fed by them, by "the bread cast upon the waters." We used to read in old school books of the young stalks taking care of the old ones. That is my case. The children I have reared are now tenderly caring for me.
1905 Nov. Praise God from whom all Blessings flow. This our Nation's Thanksgiving day, and a lovely day, cool, bright and beautiful. Not a cloud to cast a shadow but dark spots will come. We cannot realize now much we have to be thankful for. Words would fail to express, but in our hearts we can praise Him and give thanks. I especially have so much to be thankful for. Though naturally frail I have been given length of days.
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"Having served her generation by the will of God she fell asleep."
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Daughter of Henry & Sarah Crowell, Wife of James A. Whitaker
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