Martha Benham (5035962)
Suggested edit: This is a copy of the obituary that was given to me on my ggg grandmother:
GRANDMA IS DEAD
Death Has Been Abroad in the Land.
Mrs. Martha Ann Benham, the subject of this sketch, was the oldest child of John S. (Strode) and Elizabeth (Haggard) Lander. She was born at Clark City, KY, August 6th, 1813. In 1816 her parents moved to Christian County, KY, where some years later her mother died leaving the care of the household upon her shoulders. Realizing the responsibility that rested upon her, not only in the discharge of her domestic duties, but that she might live a pious and Godly life in rearing those that had been left to her care. At the age of fifteen she professed religion and united with the Baptist church.
In 1831 (January 6) she married Col. Shadrack Austin Benham and moved to Hopkinsville, KY, where she lived for twenty years. In 1851, she moved with her husband and six children to Texas leaving Bettie, her oldest daughter in Kentucky (who had married Wm. Simpson).
While her life up to this time had been a most eventful one yet the clouds of adversity were to gather and blacken until it seemed as though the last ray of hope and of light had vanished forever.
Their passage through the waters of the Ohio and Mississippi was without note, but alas at New Orleans they took ship on board the steamer Palmetto, and four days later off the bar at Pass Caballo (Indianola) their boat was wrecked and everything save their persons was lost in the briney deep. Cast upon a frontier shore, more than a thousand miles from friends without money, food or clothing, with six small children, she blessed God for the preservation of their lives and went forth with renewed courage in the battles of life.
Many were the obstacles in her way, but she overcame them with her gentleness of spirit that characterized her life, and she soon gained the love and respect of all with whom she came in contact. To live in the same community was to know her, and to know her was to love her for she was ready at any all times to visit the sick and administer to the wants of the needy, her worth soon became manifest and she was spoken of and called by all who knew her Grandma.
On April 14, 1872 she and her husband joined the Presbyterian church at Goliad, having lived on the Manahula creek near that place for many years.
For the last twenty years she ceased to burden herself with the care of domestic affairs and devoted the residue of her time in visiting her children and her children’s children, even down to the fifth generation, and while we were enjoying the smiles of grandma and basking in the glorious light of her presence, that seemed to dispel every cloud of sorrow and trouble, death was abroad in the land and at 11:30 a.m. January 9, 1900, with his cold icy fingers, death thumbed assunder the tender cords of a loving heart and grandma was dead. Dead! The sad refrain comes rolling down the ages. It has been and will ever be taken up by succeeding generations and will roll on and on until time will be no more. It requires not a prophet’s vision to look down through the vestibule of the living. Grandma at the time of her death was eighty-seven years, seven months and three days old. At six o’clock January 10, 1900 we performed for her the last sad acts and laid her to rest in Oakwood (Oak Hill) cemetery, Goliad, Texas, by the side of her husband, who had preceeded her 23 years to the spirit land. She leaves seven children, thirty-six grandchildren, thirty-eight great grandchildren and three great great grandchildren, making in all eighty-four lineal descendants, and friends who were legions to mourn her loss. But why should we mourn, for our loss is her eternal gain, for she died as she lived, in the service of her master, which was her stay and staff in passing the Jordan of death. And now me thinks me see her in her glorified state near the great white throne, mingling her voice with the redeemed of the earth, singing the songs of Moses and the Lamb. Waiting, waiting, waiting, until the meeting time shall come, ‘till the shadows grow a little longer, ‘till life’s sun shall have set behind the horizon of death and where “we will never say goodbye, goodbye.”
TOMMY
Contributor: Linda Hassell (50106602)
Suggested edit: This is a copy of the obituary that was given to me on my ggg grandmother:
GRANDMA IS DEAD
Death Has Been Abroad in the Land.
Mrs. Martha Ann Benham, the subject of this sketch, was the oldest child of John S. (Strode) and Elizabeth (Haggard) Lander. She was born at Clark City, KY, August 6th, 1813. In 1816 her parents moved to Christian County, KY, where some years later her mother died leaving the care of the household upon her shoulders. Realizing the responsibility that rested upon her, not only in the discharge of her domestic duties, but that she might live a pious and Godly life in rearing those that had been left to her care. At the age of fifteen she professed religion and united with the Baptist church.
In 1831 (January 6) she married Col. Shadrack Austin Benham and moved to Hopkinsville, KY, where she lived for twenty years. In 1851, she moved with her husband and six children to Texas leaving Bettie, her oldest daughter in Kentucky (who had married Wm. Simpson).
While her life up to this time had been a most eventful one yet the clouds of adversity were to gather and blacken until it seemed as though the last ray of hope and of light had vanished forever.
Their passage through the waters of the Ohio and Mississippi was without note, but alas at New Orleans they took ship on board the steamer Palmetto, and four days later off the bar at Pass Caballo (Indianola) their boat was wrecked and everything save their persons was lost in the briney deep. Cast upon a frontier shore, more than a thousand miles from friends without money, food or clothing, with six small children, she blessed God for the preservation of their lives and went forth with renewed courage in the battles of life.
Many were the obstacles in her way, but she overcame them with her gentleness of spirit that characterized her life, and she soon gained the love and respect of all with whom she came in contact. To live in the same community was to know her, and to know her was to love her for she was ready at any all times to visit the sick and administer to the wants of the needy, her worth soon became manifest and she was spoken of and called by all who knew her Grandma.
On April 14, 1872 she and her husband joined the Presbyterian church at Goliad, having lived on the Manahula creek near that place for many years.
For the last twenty years she ceased to burden herself with the care of domestic affairs and devoted the residue of her time in visiting her children and her children’s children, even down to the fifth generation, and while we were enjoying the smiles of grandma and basking in the glorious light of her presence, that seemed to dispel every cloud of sorrow and trouble, death was abroad in the land and at 11:30 a.m. January 9, 1900, with his cold icy fingers, death thumbed assunder the tender cords of a loving heart and grandma was dead. Dead! The sad refrain comes rolling down the ages. It has been and will ever be taken up by succeeding generations and will roll on and on until time will be no more. It requires not a prophet’s vision to look down through the vestibule of the living. Grandma at the time of her death was eighty-seven years, seven months and three days old. At six o’clock January 10, 1900 we performed for her the last sad acts and laid her to rest in Oakwood (Oak Hill) cemetery, Goliad, Texas, by the side of her husband, who had preceeded her 23 years to the spirit land. She leaves seven children, thirty-six grandchildren, thirty-eight great grandchildren and three great great grandchildren, making in all eighty-four lineal descendants, and friends who were legions to mourn her loss. But why should we mourn, for our loss is her eternal gain, for she died as she lived, in the service of her master, which was her stay and staff in passing the Jordan of death. And now me thinks me see her in her glorified state near the great white throne, mingling her voice with the redeemed of the earth, singing the songs of Moses and the Lamb. Waiting, waiting, waiting, until the meeting time shall come, ‘till the shadows grow a little longer, ‘till life’s sun shall have set behind the horizon of death and where “we will never say goodbye, goodbye.”
TOMMY
Contributor: Linda Hassell (50106602)
Martha Benham (5035962)
Suggested edit: This is a copy of the obituary that was given to me on my ggg grandmother:
GRANDMA IS DEAD
Death Has Been Abroad in the Land.
Mrs. Martha Ann Benham, the subject of this sketch, was the oldest child of John S. (Strode) and Elizabeth (Haggard) Lander. She was born at Clark City, KY, August 6th, 1813. In 1816 her parents moved to Christian County, KY, where some years later her mother died leaving the care of the household upon her shoulders. Realizing the responsibility that rested upon her, not only in the discharge of her domestic duties, but that she might live a pious and Godly life in rearing those that had been left to her care. At the age of fifteen she professed religion and united with the Baptist church.
In 1831 (January 6) she married Col. Shadrack Austin Benham and moved to Hopkinsville, KY, where she lived for twenty years. In 1851, she moved with her husband and six children to Texas leaving Bettie, her oldest daughter in Kentucky (who had married Wm. Simpson).
While her life up to this time had been a most eventful one yet the clouds of adversity were to gather and blacken until it seemed as though the last ray of hope and of light had vanished forever.
Their passage through the waters of the Ohio and Mississippi was without note, but alas at New Orleans they took ship on board the steamer Palmetto, and four days later off the bar at Pass Caballo (Indianola) their boat was wrecked and everything save their persons was lost in the briney deep. Cast upon a frontier shore, more than a thousand miles from friends without money, food or clothing, with six small children, she blessed God for the preservation of their lives and went forth with renewed courage in the battles of life.
Many were the obstacles in her way, but she overcame them with her gentleness of spirit that characterized her life, and she soon gained the love and respect of all with whom she came in contact. To live in the same community was to know her, and to know her was to love her for she was ready at any all times to visit the sick and administer to the wants of the needy, her worth soon became manifest and she was spoken of and called by all who knew her Grandma.
On April 14, 1872 she and her husband joined the Presbyterian church at Goliad, having lived on the Manahula creek near that place for many years.
For the last twenty years she ceased to burden herself with the care of domestic affairs and devoted the residue of her time in visiting her children and her children’s children, even down to the fifth generation, and while we were enjoying the smiles of grandma and basking in the glorious light of her presence, that seemed to dispel every cloud of sorrow and trouble, death was abroad in the land and at 11:30 a.m. January 9, 1900, with his cold icy fingers, death thumbed assunder the tender cords of a loving heart and grandma was dead. Dead! The sad refrain comes rolling down the ages. It has been and will ever be taken up by succeeding generations and will roll on and on until time will be no more. It requires not a prophet’s vision to look down through the vestibule of the living. Grandma at the time of her death was eighty-seven years, seven months and three days old. At six o’clock January 10, 1900 we performed for her the last sad acts and laid her to rest in Oakwood (Oak Hill) cemetery, Goliad, Texas, by the side of her husband, who had preceeded her 23 years to the spirit land. She leaves seven children, thirty-six grandchildren, thirty-eight great grandchildren and three great great grandchildren, making in all eighty-four lineal descendants, and friends who were legions to mourn her loss. But why should we mourn, for our loss is her eternal gain, for she died as she lived, in the service of her master, which was her stay and staff in passing the Jordan of death. And now me thinks me see her in her glorified state near the great white throne, mingling her voice with the redeemed of the earth, singing the songs of Moses and the Lamb. Waiting, waiting, waiting, until the meeting time shall come, ‘till the shadows grow a little longer, ‘till life’s sun shall have set behind the horizon of death and where “we will never say goodbye, goodbye.”
TOMMY
Contributor: Linda Hassell (50106602)
Suggested edit: This is a copy of the obituary that was given to me on my ggg grandmother:
GRANDMA IS DEAD
Death Has Been Abroad in the Land.
Mrs. Martha Ann Benham, the subject of this sketch, was the oldest child of John S. (Strode) and Elizabeth (Haggard) Lander. She was born at Clark City, KY, August 6th, 1813. In 1816 her parents moved to Christian County, KY, where some years later her mother died leaving the care of the household upon her shoulders. Realizing the responsibility that rested upon her, not only in the discharge of her domestic duties, but that she might live a pious and Godly life in rearing those that had been left to her care. At the age of fifteen she professed religion and united with the Baptist church.
In 1831 (January 6) she married Col. Shadrack Austin Benham and moved to Hopkinsville, KY, where she lived for twenty years. In 1851, she moved with her husband and six children to Texas leaving Bettie, her oldest daughter in Kentucky (who had married Wm. Simpson).
While her life up to this time had been a most eventful one yet the clouds of adversity were to gather and blacken until it seemed as though the last ray of hope and of light had vanished forever.
Their passage through the waters of the Ohio and Mississippi was without note, but alas at New Orleans they took ship on board the steamer Palmetto, and four days later off the bar at Pass Caballo (Indianola) their boat was wrecked and everything save their persons was lost in the briney deep. Cast upon a frontier shore, more than a thousand miles from friends without money, food or clothing, with six small children, she blessed God for the preservation of their lives and went forth with renewed courage in the battles of life.
Many were the obstacles in her way, but she overcame them with her gentleness of spirit that characterized her life, and she soon gained the love and respect of all with whom she came in contact. To live in the same community was to know her, and to know her was to love her for she was ready at any all times to visit the sick and administer to the wants of the needy, her worth soon became manifest and she was spoken of and called by all who knew her Grandma.
On April 14, 1872 she and her husband joined the Presbyterian church at Goliad, having lived on the Manahula creek near that place for many years.
For the last twenty years she ceased to burden herself with the care of domestic affairs and devoted the residue of her time in visiting her children and her children’s children, even down to the fifth generation, and while we were enjoying the smiles of grandma and basking in the glorious light of her presence, that seemed to dispel every cloud of sorrow and trouble, death was abroad in the land and at 11:30 a.m. January 9, 1900, with his cold icy fingers, death thumbed assunder the tender cords of a loving heart and grandma was dead. Dead! The sad refrain comes rolling down the ages. It has been and will ever be taken up by succeeding generations and will roll on and on until time will be no more. It requires not a prophet’s vision to look down through the vestibule of the living. Grandma at the time of her death was eighty-seven years, seven months and three days old. At six o’clock January 10, 1900 we performed for her the last sad acts and laid her to rest in Oakwood (Oak Hill) cemetery, Goliad, Texas, by the side of her husband, who had preceeded her 23 years to the spirit land. She leaves seven children, thirty-six grandchildren, thirty-eight great grandchildren and three great great grandchildren, making in all eighty-four lineal descendants, and friends who were legions to mourn her loss. But why should we mourn, for our loss is her eternal gain, for she died as she lived, in the service of her master, which was her stay and staff in passing the Jordan of death. And now me thinks me see her in her glorified state near the great white throne, mingling her voice with the redeemed of the earth, singing the songs of Moses and the Lamb. Waiting, waiting, waiting, until the meeting time shall come, ‘till the shadows grow a little longer, ‘till life’s sun shall have set behind the horizon of death and where “we will never say goodbye, goodbye.”
TOMMY
Contributor: Linda Hassell (50106602)
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