"FINAL SUMMONS FOR T. R. WHITE COMES MONDAY -Former Popular Elbert Citizen Dies at Atlanta Hospital - Burial Wednesday at Ruckersville.
"Tinsley Rucker White, Confederate veteran, native and long time resident and big planter of Elbert County, died at a private hospital in Atlanta Monday night. His remains will be brought to Elbert County for burial Wednesday. The trip will
be made through the country. The exact hour of the burial cannot be stated, but it will be about 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Rev. J. H. Mashburn of Elberton will conduct the services. The burial will be at Ruckersville near the old ancestral home.
"Mr. White was 87 years old. He was twice married. His first wife was a daughter of the late Dr. Albert C. Mathews. The surviving children of this union are Mrs. Corra Harris, who for a quarter of a century has been one of the most noted writers in America, and Mr. Albert White. His second wife was a daughter of the late James McLanahan. Surviving children of his second marriage are Mrs. Edgerton [sic., Egerton] of Cleveland, Ohio and Mrs. Minnie Porter of Atlanta."
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"Corra Harris Finds Ideal Funeral When Her Father is Laid to Rest in Historic Ruckersville Churchyard.
"The body of Tinsley Rucker White was laid to rest in the graveyard at old Vans Creek church in Ruckersville Wednesday afternoon in the presence of his surviving children, relatives and a number of friends. The simple Christian burial service was conducted at the grave by Rev. John H. Mashburn.
"Mrs. Corra Harris, celebrated author, says that the funeral of her father measured up to her ideal of what a funeral should be in the following authorized statement:
"I always wanted to have a natural, kindly human funeral - not so solemn as we are sometimes when we lay away our dead, but a sort of genial, friendly funeral - now I have had it. My father, who longed for his old home, passed away on the 28th of April, and remembering the cry of his heart, I brought him back and laid him to rest between his father and mother at the old churchyard in Ruckersville. (No more than the mere scar of that old town remains, and it is generally known that the first state bank in Georgia was located there. My grandfather, Senator William Bowling White, was the cashier when he was a young man. Years later, when he was a member of the Georgia senate, he traveled in his carriage from Milledgevilleto Ruckersville with $100,000 of the state's funds rolled up in a bundle in the bottom of his carriage with other baggage, for his bank.) My father's mother died when he was six months old, and from the time I can remember until a few days ago when I heard him talking about her again, he would wish and cry for his mother. So now he is beside her, shriven of all his weariness, pains and sins, clean and good as any little child lying beside his mother.
"I only hoped that some of the old neighbors who used to know him would come to help me bear him and lay him softly in his long cradle of the earth, and that somebody would say about his dust 'I am the resurrection and the life, he that believeth on me though he were dead, yet shall he live; and he that liveth and believeth on me shall never die.'
"I only hoped they would come, but I didn't know. - What a joy then it was to be met by so many whose faces I had known long ago, grown dim and kinder now, but sweetened by all the memories of my childhood, and they did help me to lay him away, and his funeral was like the happy ending to so much sorrow and grief.
"We sat around on the old disheveled grave-stones while the covers of earth and flowers were being laid upon him, laughed and talked of other days, and sang a song, and prayed a prayer for our own soul's sake. Altogether it has been for me a happy day. The long, long past of my childhood has run through my heart like a song, and I was in love again with my old home and the people I used to know, his friends and neighbors who so tenderly and kindly helped me to lay him away. I am going away, strangely lonesome for my father, but blest and comforted by the love and friendliness of mankind, as I have been so many times in my life after some grief or great anxiety had laid me low."
--29 April 1930, Elberton Star.
[Submitted by: Chandler Eavenson]
"Tinsley Rucker White, Confederate veteran, native and long time resident and big planter of Elbert County, died at a private hospital in Atlanta Monday night. His remains will be brought to Elbert County for burial Wednesday. The trip will
be made through the country. The exact hour of the burial cannot be stated, but it will be about 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Rev. J. H. Mashburn of Elberton will conduct the services. The burial will be at Ruckersville near the old ancestral home.
"Mr. White was 87 years old. He was twice married. His first wife was a daughter of the late Dr. Albert C. Mathews. The surviving children of this union are Mrs. Corra Harris, who for a quarter of a century has been one of the most noted writers in America, and Mr. Albert White. His second wife was a daughter of the late James McLanahan. Surviving children of his second marriage are Mrs. Edgerton [sic., Egerton] of Cleveland, Ohio and Mrs. Minnie Porter of Atlanta."
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"Corra Harris Finds Ideal Funeral When Her Father is Laid to Rest in Historic Ruckersville Churchyard.
"The body of Tinsley Rucker White was laid to rest in the graveyard at old Vans Creek church in Ruckersville Wednesday afternoon in the presence of his surviving children, relatives and a number of friends. The simple Christian burial service was conducted at the grave by Rev. John H. Mashburn.
"Mrs. Corra Harris, celebrated author, says that the funeral of her father measured up to her ideal of what a funeral should be in the following authorized statement:
"I always wanted to have a natural, kindly human funeral - not so solemn as we are sometimes when we lay away our dead, but a sort of genial, friendly funeral - now I have had it. My father, who longed for his old home, passed away on the 28th of April, and remembering the cry of his heart, I brought him back and laid him to rest between his father and mother at the old churchyard in Ruckersville. (No more than the mere scar of that old town remains, and it is generally known that the first state bank in Georgia was located there. My grandfather, Senator William Bowling White, was the cashier when he was a young man. Years later, when he was a member of the Georgia senate, he traveled in his carriage from Milledgevilleto Ruckersville with $100,000 of the state's funds rolled up in a bundle in the bottom of his carriage with other baggage, for his bank.) My father's mother died when he was six months old, and from the time I can remember until a few days ago when I heard him talking about her again, he would wish and cry for his mother. So now he is beside her, shriven of all his weariness, pains and sins, clean and good as any little child lying beside his mother.
"I only hoped that some of the old neighbors who used to know him would come to help me bear him and lay him softly in his long cradle of the earth, and that somebody would say about his dust 'I am the resurrection and the life, he that believeth on me though he were dead, yet shall he live; and he that liveth and believeth on me shall never die.'
"I only hoped they would come, but I didn't know. - What a joy then it was to be met by so many whose faces I had known long ago, grown dim and kinder now, but sweetened by all the memories of my childhood, and they did help me to lay him away, and his funeral was like the happy ending to so much sorrow and grief.
"We sat around on the old disheveled grave-stones while the covers of earth and flowers were being laid upon him, laughed and talked of other days, and sang a song, and prayed a prayer for our own soul's sake. Altogether it has been for me a happy day. The long, long past of my childhood has run through my heart like a song, and I was in love again with my old home and the people I used to know, his friends and neighbors who so tenderly and kindly helped me to lay him away. I am going away, strangely lonesome for my father, but blest and comforted by the love and friendliness of mankind, as I have been so many times in my life after some grief or great anxiety had laid me low."
--29 April 1930, Elberton Star.
[Submitted by: Chandler Eavenson]
"FINAL SUMMONS FOR T. R. WHITE COMES MONDAY -Former Popular Elbert Citizen Dies at Atlanta Hospital - Burial Wednesday at Ruckersville.
"Tinsley Rucker White, Confederate veteran, native and long time resident and big planter of Elbert County, died at a private hospital in Atlanta Monday night. His remains will be brought to Elbert County for burial Wednesday. The trip will
be made through the country. The exact hour of the burial cannot be stated, but it will be about 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Rev. J. H. Mashburn of Elberton will conduct the services. The burial will be at Ruckersville near the old ancestral home.
"Mr. White was 87 years old. He was twice married. His first wife was a daughter of the late Dr. Albert C. Mathews. The surviving children of this union are Mrs. Corra Harris, who for a quarter of a century has been one of the most noted writers in America, and Mr. Albert White. His second wife was a daughter of the late James McLanahan. Surviving children of his second marriage are Mrs. Edgerton [sic., Egerton] of Cleveland, Ohio and Mrs. Minnie Porter of Atlanta."
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"Corra Harris Finds Ideal Funeral When Her Father is Laid to Rest in Historic Ruckersville Churchyard.
"The body of Tinsley Rucker White was laid to rest in the graveyard at old Vans Creek church in Ruckersville Wednesday afternoon in the presence of his surviving children, relatives and a number of friends. The simple Christian burial service was conducted at the grave by Rev. John H. Mashburn.
"Mrs. Corra Harris, celebrated author, says that the funeral of her father measured up to her ideal of what a funeral should be in the following authorized statement:
"I always wanted to have a natural, kindly human funeral - not so solemn as we are sometimes when we lay away our dead, but a sort of genial, friendly funeral - now I have had it. My father, who longed for his old home, passed away on the 28th of April, and remembering the cry of his heart, I brought him back and laid him to rest between his father and mother at the old churchyard in Ruckersville. (No more than the mere scar of that old town remains, and it is generally known that the first state bank in Georgia was located there. My grandfather, Senator William Bowling White, was the cashier when he was a young man. Years later, when he was a member of the Georgia senate, he traveled in his carriage from Milledgevilleto Ruckersville with $100,000 of the state's funds rolled up in a bundle in the bottom of his carriage with other baggage, for his bank.) My father's mother died when he was six months old, and from the time I can remember until a few days ago when I heard him talking about her again, he would wish and cry for his mother. So now he is beside her, shriven of all his weariness, pains and sins, clean and good as any little child lying beside his mother.
"I only hoped that some of the old neighbors who used to know him would come to help me bear him and lay him softly in his long cradle of the earth, and that somebody would say about his dust 'I am the resurrection and the life, he that believeth on me though he were dead, yet shall he live; and he that liveth and believeth on me shall never die.'
"I only hoped they would come, but I didn't know. - What a joy then it was to be met by so many whose faces I had known long ago, grown dim and kinder now, but sweetened by all the memories of my childhood, and they did help me to lay him away, and his funeral was like the happy ending to so much sorrow and grief.
"We sat around on the old disheveled grave-stones while the covers of earth and flowers were being laid upon him, laughed and talked of other days, and sang a song, and prayed a prayer for our own soul's sake. Altogether it has been for me a happy day. The long, long past of my childhood has run through my heart like a song, and I was in love again with my old home and the people I used to know, his friends and neighbors who so tenderly and kindly helped me to lay him away. I am going away, strangely lonesome for my father, but blest and comforted by the love and friendliness of mankind, as I have been so many times in my life after some grief or great anxiety had laid me low."
--29 April 1930, Elberton Star.
[Submitted by: Chandler Eavenson]
"Tinsley Rucker White, Confederate veteran, native and long time resident and big planter of Elbert County, died at a private hospital in Atlanta Monday night. His remains will be brought to Elbert County for burial Wednesday. The trip will
be made through the country. The exact hour of the burial cannot be stated, but it will be about 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Rev. J. H. Mashburn of Elberton will conduct the services. The burial will be at Ruckersville near the old ancestral home.
"Mr. White was 87 years old. He was twice married. His first wife was a daughter of the late Dr. Albert C. Mathews. The surviving children of this union are Mrs. Corra Harris, who for a quarter of a century has been one of the most noted writers in America, and Mr. Albert White. His second wife was a daughter of the late James McLanahan. Surviving children of his second marriage are Mrs. Edgerton [sic., Egerton] of Cleveland, Ohio and Mrs. Minnie Porter of Atlanta."
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"Corra Harris Finds Ideal Funeral When Her Father is Laid to Rest in Historic Ruckersville Churchyard.
"The body of Tinsley Rucker White was laid to rest in the graveyard at old Vans Creek church in Ruckersville Wednesday afternoon in the presence of his surviving children, relatives and a number of friends. The simple Christian burial service was conducted at the grave by Rev. John H. Mashburn.
"Mrs. Corra Harris, celebrated author, says that the funeral of her father measured up to her ideal of what a funeral should be in the following authorized statement:
"I always wanted to have a natural, kindly human funeral - not so solemn as we are sometimes when we lay away our dead, but a sort of genial, friendly funeral - now I have had it. My father, who longed for his old home, passed away on the 28th of April, and remembering the cry of his heart, I brought him back and laid him to rest between his father and mother at the old churchyard in Ruckersville. (No more than the mere scar of that old town remains, and it is generally known that the first state bank in Georgia was located there. My grandfather, Senator William Bowling White, was the cashier when he was a young man. Years later, when he was a member of the Georgia senate, he traveled in his carriage from Milledgevilleto Ruckersville with $100,000 of the state's funds rolled up in a bundle in the bottom of his carriage with other baggage, for his bank.) My father's mother died when he was six months old, and from the time I can remember until a few days ago when I heard him talking about her again, he would wish and cry for his mother. So now he is beside her, shriven of all his weariness, pains and sins, clean and good as any little child lying beside his mother.
"I only hoped that some of the old neighbors who used to know him would come to help me bear him and lay him softly in his long cradle of the earth, and that somebody would say about his dust 'I am the resurrection and the life, he that believeth on me though he were dead, yet shall he live; and he that liveth and believeth on me shall never die.'
"I only hoped they would come, but I didn't know. - What a joy then it was to be met by so many whose faces I had known long ago, grown dim and kinder now, but sweetened by all the memories of my childhood, and they did help me to lay him away, and his funeral was like the happy ending to so much sorrow and grief.
"We sat around on the old disheveled grave-stones while the covers of earth and flowers were being laid upon him, laughed and talked of other days, and sang a song, and prayed a prayer for our own soul's sake. Altogether it has been for me a happy day. The long, long past of my childhood has run through my heart like a song, and I was in love again with my old home and the people I used to know, his friends and neighbors who so tenderly and kindly helped me to lay him away. I am going away, strangely lonesome for my father, but blest and comforted by the love and friendliness of mankind, as I have been so many times in my life after some grief or great anxiety had laid me low."
--29 April 1930, Elberton Star.
[Submitted by: Chandler Eavenson]
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