The Shreveport Caucasian.
March 11, 1909
Page 1
MRS. [THEODOSIA] FLOURNOY.
After an illness of ten days, Mrs. [Theodosia] Flournoy departed this life at about 4 o'clock yesterday afternoon at the residence of her son-in-law, Mr. John McCullough, on Milam street. The deceased was aged 70 years. She was born in Alabama and had resided in Greenwood until about seven years ago, when she moved to Shreveport. She was beloved by all who knew her. The body was conveyed to Greenwood today at 1:30 o'clock for interment. The deceased is survived by two daughters, Mrs. Mary F. Seals and Mrs. John McCullough, and two sons, Spence and Thomas Flournoy, and a grandson, Alf Haynes, and by marriage was an aunt of Sheriff J. P. Flournoy.
*Name was misspelled Theodora in obit.
March 14, 1909
Page 4
IN MEMORIUM.
Wednesday afternoon, March 10, 1909, Mrs. Theodosia Flournoy passed to the life eternal. Looking upon her placid features as she lay in her last sleep, with folded hands upon her breast, and pure white blossoms about her, death seemed not unkind that the heart of pain was stilled and the fleeting breath had gone out into the glorified fullness of the life immortal. And yet we grieve that she has gone from earth. In her home there is loss and loneliness and longing, for "the touch of a vanished hand and the sound of a voice that is still."
A native of Alabama, from which State her father, Col. Josiah Green Jones, removed to Louisiana in her childhood, she passed almost her entire life in Caddo parish. Heiress of a large estate, she grew up with every wish gratified by an indulgent father. In her early teens she became the wife of Alfred Flournoy, son of Dr. Alfred Flournoy, one of the most prominent, respected and honored citizens of the State. Her big, beautiful plantation home was the seat of hospitality, and there the gentle mistress, the young wife and mother lied many happy years.
When war's desolation brought such changed conditions of life in the South, and the sharp transition from wealth was felt all over the land, it was her lot to experience the change, and her nature to bear it with fortitude, hoping and predicting better and brighter times for her dear Southland.
"They people shall be my people, thy God my God" might be said of her, so loyal was she to the family of which, by marriage, she became a member, when a mere girl. Her home was the annual gathering place for the large family connection, and when the exigencies of life cast some adrift and made a scattered family, it was to her home again that the return visits were made, and it was she would gather up the broken family ties and keep the touch of kinship warm.
A patriot's heart was in her breast and she felt an exultant pride in the fact that her people were distinguished in three wars and that the spirit of '76 beat in the breasts of the later generations of her family.
An invalid for years, living the "shut in" life, yet hers was the cherriest room in the house, the bright place where her family and friends were wont to gather, and the personal interest so grateful to every one was sympathetically manifested. During her last illness she passed the seventieth milestone on life's journey. Pretty little birthday gifts were brought by her devoted children and bouquets of fragrant flowers by friends. Holding them in her thin hands she would say, "How beautiful! God is in them! God is good!" Realizing that the end was near, she called her children around her and held sweet counsel with them, speaking precious words of admonition to be forever treasured.
The story of her life was tenderly told by her venerable and beloved pastor, the Rev. R. J. Harp, as he stood by her casket that last sad day. He spoke of the sincerity and simplicity of her life, when he was the village pastor and she a happy young wife. Of her increasing responsibilities as the years went by and she became mother of a large family. Twelve children were born to her. Always the same kind friend, hospitable and generous and charitable in her intercourse with every one, her influence was abiding.
Back to the home that she loved so well she was taken, when life's race was run. In the family burying ground at Greenwood, beside her own she lies at rest. The delicate beauty and fragrance of orchard bloom, the rarest of roses, waxen hyacinths, and all the beautiful blooming things that she loved covered her grave, tributes sent by loving friends.
THE LAST SAD JOURNEY.
A sorrowful company gathered at the union station Thursday noon to accompany the remains of Mrs. Flournoy to Greenwood for interment. Notwithstanding the raw and most inclement weather, many friends and relations and the family pastor, Dr. Harp, accompanied the bereaved family, composed of her children, Mr. and Mrs. John McCullough, Mrs. Mary Field, Tom and Spencer Flournoy. Friends met them at Greenwood and wept with them that the loved friend of many years had departed this life. Generations of Flournoys repose in the quiet and peace and beauty of the village church yard, and into that silent company, she who loved them all, has now gone.
May 23, 1909
Page 8; Columns 3 & 4
MEMORIAL SERVICE.
In the home of her girlhood, where she became a happy wife and mother and lived long years of sweet companionship with her neighbors, friends met in the village church at Greenwood and commemorated the devoted life of one they loved and mourn, Mrs. Theodosia Flournoy.
[Resolutions of Respect were resolved by the Woman's Foreign Missionary Society].
March 11, 1909
Page 1
MRS. [THEODOSIA] FLOURNOY.
After an illness of ten days, Mrs. [Theodosia] Flournoy departed this life at about 4 o'clock yesterday afternoon at the residence of her son-in-law, Mr. John McCullough, on Milam street. The deceased was aged 70 years. She was born in Alabama and had resided in Greenwood until about seven years ago, when she moved to Shreveport. She was beloved by all who knew her. The body was conveyed to Greenwood today at 1:30 o'clock for interment. The deceased is survived by two daughters, Mrs. Mary F. Seals and Mrs. John McCullough, and two sons, Spence and Thomas Flournoy, and a grandson, Alf Haynes, and by marriage was an aunt of Sheriff J. P. Flournoy.
*Name was misspelled Theodora in obit.
March 14, 1909
Page 4
IN MEMORIUM.
Wednesday afternoon, March 10, 1909, Mrs. Theodosia Flournoy passed to the life eternal. Looking upon her placid features as she lay in her last sleep, with folded hands upon her breast, and pure white blossoms about her, death seemed not unkind that the heart of pain was stilled and the fleeting breath had gone out into the glorified fullness of the life immortal. And yet we grieve that she has gone from earth. In her home there is loss and loneliness and longing, for "the touch of a vanished hand and the sound of a voice that is still."
A native of Alabama, from which State her father, Col. Josiah Green Jones, removed to Louisiana in her childhood, she passed almost her entire life in Caddo parish. Heiress of a large estate, she grew up with every wish gratified by an indulgent father. In her early teens she became the wife of Alfred Flournoy, son of Dr. Alfred Flournoy, one of the most prominent, respected and honored citizens of the State. Her big, beautiful plantation home was the seat of hospitality, and there the gentle mistress, the young wife and mother lied many happy years.
When war's desolation brought such changed conditions of life in the South, and the sharp transition from wealth was felt all over the land, it was her lot to experience the change, and her nature to bear it with fortitude, hoping and predicting better and brighter times for her dear Southland.
"They people shall be my people, thy God my God" might be said of her, so loyal was she to the family of which, by marriage, she became a member, when a mere girl. Her home was the annual gathering place for the large family connection, and when the exigencies of life cast some adrift and made a scattered family, it was to her home again that the return visits were made, and it was she would gather up the broken family ties and keep the touch of kinship warm.
A patriot's heart was in her breast and she felt an exultant pride in the fact that her people were distinguished in three wars and that the spirit of '76 beat in the breasts of the later generations of her family.
An invalid for years, living the "shut in" life, yet hers was the cherriest room in the house, the bright place where her family and friends were wont to gather, and the personal interest so grateful to every one was sympathetically manifested. During her last illness she passed the seventieth milestone on life's journey. Pretty little birthday gifts were brought by her devoted children and bouquets of fragrant flowers by friends. Holding them in her thin hands she would say, "How beautiful! God is in them! God is good!" Realizing that the end was near, she called her children around her and held sweet counsel with them, speaking precious words of admonition to be forever treasured.
The story of her life was tenderly told by her venerable and beloved pastor, the Rev. R. J. Harp, as he stood by her casket that last sad day. He spoke of the sincerity and simplicity of her life, when he was the village pastor and she a happy young wife. Of her increasing responsibilities as the years went by and she became mother of a large family. Twelve children were born to her. Always the same kind friend, hospitable and generous and charitable in her intercourse with every one, her influence was abiding.
Back to the home that she loved so well she was taken, when life's race was run. In the family burying ground at Greenwood, beside her own she lies at rest. The delicate beauty and fragrance of orchard bloom, the rarest of roses, waxen hyacinths, and all the beautiful blooming things that she loved covered her grave, tributes sent by loving friends.
THE LAST SAD JOURNEY.
A sorrowful company gathered at the union station Thursday noon to accompany the remains of Mrs. Flournoy to Greenwood for interment. Notwithstanding the raw and most inclement weather, many friends and relations and the family pastor, Dr. Harp, accompanied the bereaved family, composed of her children, Mr. and Mrs. John McCullough, Mrs. Mary Field, Tom and Spencer Flournoy. Friends met them at Greenwood and wept with them that the loved friend of many years had departed this life. Generations of Flournoys repose in the quiet and peace and beauty of the village church yard, and into that silent company, she who loved them all, has now gone.
May 23, 1909
Page 8; Columns 3 & 4
MEMORIAL SERVICE.
In the home of her girlhood, where she became a happy wife and mother and lived long years of sweet companionship with her neighbors, friends met in the village church at Greenwood and commemorated the devoted life of one they loved and mourn, Mrs. Theodosia Flournoy.
[Resolutions of Respect were resolved by the Woman's Foreign Missionary Society].
The Shreveport Caucasian.
March 11, 1909
Page 1
MRS. [THEODOSIA] FLOURNOY.
After an illness of ten days, Mrs. [Theodosia] Flournoy departed this life at about 4 o'clock yesterday afternoon at the residence of her son-in-law, Mr. John McCullough, on Milam street. The deceased was aged 70 years. She was born in Alabama and had resided in Greenwood until about seven years ago, when she moved to Shreveport. She was beloved by all who knew her. The body was conveyed to Greenwood today at 1:30 o'clock for interment. The deceased is survived by two daughters, Mrs. Mary F. Seals and Mrs. John McCullough, and two sons, Spence and Thomas Flournoy, and a grandson, Alf Haynes, and by marriage was an aunt of Sheriff J. P. Flournoy.
*Name was misspelled Theodora in obit.
March 14, 1909
Page 4
IN MEMORIUM.
Wednesday afternoon, March 10, 1909, Mrs. Theodosia Flournoy passed to the life eternal. Looking upon her placid features as she lay in her last sleep, with folded hands upon her breast, and pure white blossoms about her, death seemed not unkind that the heart of pain was stilled and the fleeting breath had gone out into the glorified fullness of the life immortal. And yet we grieve that she has gone from earth. In her home there is loss and loneliness and longing, for "the touch of a vanished hand and the sound of a voice that is still."
A native of Alabama, from which State her father, Col. Josiah Green Jones, removed to Louisiana in her childhood, she passed almost her entire life in Caddo parish. Heiress of a large estate, she grew up with every wish gratified by an indulgent father. In her early teens she became the wife of Alfred Flournoy, son of Dr. Alfred Flournoy, one of the most prominent, respected and honored citizens of the State. Her big, beautiful plantation home was the seat of hospitality, and there the gentle mistress, the young wife and mother lied many happy years.
When war's desolation brought such changed conditions of life in the South, and the sharp transition from wealth was felt all over the land, it was her lot to experience the change, and her nature to bear it with fortitude, hoping and predicting better and brighter times for her dear Southland.
"They people shall be my people, thy God my God" might be said of her, so loyal was she to the family of which, by marriage, she became a member, when a mere girl. Her home was the annual gathering place for the large family connection, and when the exigencies of life cast some adrift and made a scattered family, it was to her home again that the return visits were made, and it was she would gather up the broken family ties and keep the touch of kinship warm.
A patriot's heart was in her breast and she felt an exultant pride in the fact that her people were distinguished in three wars and that the spirit of '76 beat in the breasts of the later generations of her family.
An invalid for years, living the "shut in" life, yet hers was the cherriest room in the house, the bright place where her family and friends were wont to gather, and the personal interest so grateful to every one was sympathetically manifested. During her last illness she passed the seventieth milestone on life's journey. Pretty little birthday gifts were brought by her devoted children and bouquets of fragrant flowers by friends. Holding them in her thin hands she would say, "How beautiful! God is in them! God is good!" Realizing that the end was near, she called her children around her and held sweet counsel with them, speaking precious words of admonition to be forever treasured.
The story of her life was tenderly told by her venerable and beloved pastor, the Rev. R. J. Harp, as he stood by her casket that last sad day. He spoke of the sincerity and simplicity of her life, when he was the village pastor and she a happy young wife. Of her increasing responsibilities as the years went by and she became mother of a large family. Twelve children were born to her. Always the same kind friend, hospitable and generous and charitable in her intercourse with every one, her influence was abiding.
Back to the home that she loved so well she was taken, when life's race was run. In the family burying ground at Greenwood, beside her own she lies at rest. The delicate beauty and fragrance of orchard bloom, the rarest of roses, waxen hyacinths, and all the beautiful blooming things that she loved covered her grave, tributes sent by loving friends.
THE LAST SAD JOURNEY.
A sorrowful company gathered at the union station Thursday noon to accompany the remains of Mrs. Flournoy to Greenwood for interment. Notwithstanding the raw and most inclement weather, many friends and relations and the family pastor, Dr. Harp, accompanied the bereaved family, composed of her children, Mr. and Mrs. John McCullough, Mrs. Mary Field, Tom and Spencer Flournoy. Friends met them at Greenwood and wept with them that the loved friend of many years had departed this life. Generations of Flournoys repose in the quiet and peace and beauty of the village church yard, and into that silent company, she who loved them all, has now gone.
May 23, 1909
Page 8; Columns 3 & 4
MEMORIAL SERVICE.
In the home of her girlhood, where she became a happy wife and mother and lived long years of sweet companionship with her neighbors, friends met in the village church at Greenwood and commemorated the devoted life of one they loved and mourn, Mrs. Theodosia Flournoy.
[Resolutions of Respect were resolved by the Woman's Foreign Missionary Society].
March 11, 1909
Page 1
MRS. [THEODOSIA] FLOURNOY.
After an illness of ten days, Mrs. [Theodosia] Flournoy departed this life at about 4 o'clock yesterday afternoon at the residence of her son-in-law, Mr. John McCullough, on Milam street. The deceased was aged 70 years. She was born in Alabama and had resided in Greenwood until about seven years ago, when she moved to Shreveport. She was beloved by all who knew her. The body was conveyed to Greenwood today at 1:30 o'clock for interment. The deceased is survived by two daughters, Mrs. Mary F. Seals and Mrs. John McCullough, and two sons, Spence and Thomas Flournoy, and a grandson, Alf Haynes, and by marriage was an aunt of Sheriff J. P. Flournoy.
*Name was misspelled Theodora in obit.
March 14, 1909
Page 4
IN MEMORIUM.
Wednesday afternoon, March 10, 1909, Mrs. Theodosia Flournoy passed to the life eternal. Looking upon her placid features as she lay in her last sleep, with folded hands upon her breast, and pure white blossoms about her, death seemed not unkind that the heart of pain was stilled and the fleeting breath had gone out into the glorified fullness of the life immortal. And yet we grieve that she has gone from earth. In her home there is loss and loneliness and longing, for "the touch of a vanished hand and the sound of a voice that is still."
A native of Alabama, from which State her father, Col. Josiah Green Jones, removed to Louisiana in her childhood, she passed almost her entire life in Caddo parish. Heiress of a large estate, she grew up with every wish gratified by an indulgent father. In her early teens she became the wife of Alfred Flournoy, son of Dr. Alfred Flournoy, one of the most prominent, respected and honored citizens of the State. Her big, beautiful plantation home was the seat of hospitality, and there the gentle mistress, the young wife and mother lied many happy years.
When war's desolation brought such changed conditions of life in the South, and the sharp transition from wealth was felt all over the land, it was her lot to experience the change, and her nature to bear it with fortitude, hoping and predicting better and brighter times for her dear Southland.
"They people shall be my people, thy God my God" might be said of her, so loyal was she to the family of which, by marriage, she became a member, when a mere girl. Her home was the annual gathering place for the large family connection, and when the exigencies of life cast some adrift and made a scattered family, it was to her home again that the return visits were made, and it was she would gather up the broken family ties and keep the touch of kinship warm.
A patriot's heart was in her breast and she felt an exultant pride in the fact that her people were distinguished in three wars and that the spirit of '76 beat in the breasts of the later generations of her family.
An invalid for years, living the "shut in" life, yet hers was the cherriest room in the house, the bright place where her family and friends were wont to gather, and the personal interest so grateful to every one was sympathetically manifested. During her last illness she passed the seventieth milestone on life's journey. Pretty little birthday gifts were brought by her devoted children and bouquets of fragrant flowers by friends. Holding them in her thin hands she would say, "How beautiful! God is in them! God is good!" Realizing that the end was near, she called her children around her and held sweet counsel with them, speaking precious words of admonition to be forever treasured.
The story of her life was tenderly told by her venerable and beloved pastor, the Rev. R. J. Harp, as he stood by her casket that last sad day. He spoke of the sincerity and simplicity of her life, when he was the village pastor and she a happy young wife. Of her increasing responsibilities as the years went by and she became mother of a large family. Twelve children were born to her. Always the same kind friend, hospitable and generous and charitable in her intercourse with every one, her influence was abiding.
Back to the home that she loved so well she was taken, when life's race was run. In the family burying ground at Greenwood, beside her own she lies at rest. The delicate beauty and fragrance of orchard bloom, the rarest of roses, waxen hyacinths, and all the beautiful blooming things that she loved covered her grave, tributes sent by loving friends.
THE LAST SAD JOURNEY.
A sorrowful company gathered at the union station Thursday noon to accompany the remains of Mrs. Flournoy to Greenwood for interment. Notwithstanding the raw and most inclement weather, many friends and relations and the family pastor, Dr. Harp, accompanied the bereaved family, composed of her children, Mr. and Mrs. John McCullough, Mrs. Mary Field, Tom and Spencer Flournoy. Friends met them at Greenwood and wept with them that the loved friend of many years had departed this life. Generations of Flournoys repose in the quiet and peace and beauty of the village church yard, and into that silent company, she who loved them all, has now gone.
May 23, 1909
Page 8; Columns 3 & 4
MEMORIAL SERVICE.
In the home of her girlhood, where she became a happy wife and mother and lived long years of sweet companionship with her neighbors, friends met in the village church at Greenwood and commemorated the devoted life of one they loved and mourn, Mrs. Theodosia Flournoy.
[Resolutions of Respect were resolved by the Woman's Foreign Missionary Society].
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