June 8, 1898

One by one the old best known citizens of our community pass off the state of action into an unknown world. Dr. Price, Major B.F. Bean, Mrs thompson, Rev. Mr. Strain and others who a few years ago were with us. and whose familiar faces were seen, and whose welcome voices were often heard in our social circles, are gone and we see them no more. Their places at the family board, in the church and Sunday School, and we kneel with them no longer at the sacred communion.

On the 9th inst. at the home of her son-in-law, J.L. Echols, in Decatur, another one whose memory will ever be cherished by those who knew her passed over on the other side of the river to join with thoses who had gone before in rapturous praise to him who saves us by His blood. She belonged to a prominent and well known family of our county. She was born near Somerville, in the year 1827. She was the daughter of Lawson and Jane Garner, who for many years lived in that place. She was married to Major B.F. Bean in the year 1844 and at the fruit of their union there were nine children, only three of whom are living; one the wife of J.L. Echols, the other the wife of W.E. Skeggs, The other, L.G. Bean, is a citizen of Hartselle. She embraced religion and joined the N.E. Church at Bascom's Chapel in 1848, and remained a member of that communion until the day of her death. She was an important factor in the social circle in the community where she lived. A dutiful wife, a kind, indulgent mother, a true friend and neighbor, and who loved her church. She came to her death very unexpectedly by Epistaxis. She lived but a few days after she was taken ill. She said to one of her children a short time before her death that she did not expect to recover from her illness, but she was "all right and ready". As all good and wise people do, she regretted to leave her children, but was submissive and willing to obey the mandates of Him who doeth all things well. Full of tears she laid her armor down, and God crowned and glorified, she has gone to the land of the blessed and home of the pure and good, where the wheels of no blackplumed herse ever grate upon the curb stones of the streets in city of our God; for there is no death there.

We commend her children and friends to her God, and the Word of His grace, and while they may mourn her loss let them look forward with joyous anticipation to a reunion in Heaven. A.R.W

(Obituary courtesy of southernroots)