The Newnan Herald and Advertiser"
Newnan, Coweta Co., Georgia
NEWSPAPER Issue of Friday, June 24, 1910
IN MEMORY OF MRS. WARNER HILL CAMP
On May 25, 1910 as the morning sun in brightest splendor cast its golden
flow over all, the Death Angel spread its shadowy winds and the gentle
spirit of Imogene Camp was released from the body and went up to the God who
gave it.
In the summer of 1893 she came with her parents from Union Springs, Ala., to
make her home in Newnan and as she grew to womanhood, her gentle voice, her
happy smile and kindly ways won for her a host of friends, implanting in us
a love for the good, the true, the beautiful, that will go singing its way
on down to eternity.
With pleasant memories do I recall the happy hours spent with her, receiving
always wherever we met the same loving smile and cheerful greeting. Her
passing away has left in the hearts of her friends a grief too bitter to be
assuaged by any attribute of time or circumstance, nor aught save the hope
of life beyond this vail of tears; and to those who so dearly loved and
cherished her, so diligently seeking to find some balm of healing for the
wound thus afflicted by the shaft of death, naught is left save a sad, sweet
memory, a hope of meeting her in a brighter clime.
May the Lord in whom she trusted, sustain and comfort those whom He hath
called to "pass under the rod" of bereavement. It is a comfort to us when we
review her pure life, and recall how bright and cheerful she always was,
even in the very shadow of the valley of death. Of quiet, gentle,
disposition, she shrank from notoriety and never sought to be conspicuous in
society; but her fine traits of character, her intellect, her superior
judgment, her sympathy and charity, and her unfailing loyalty to those she
loved, were well known and admired by all who knew her.
Scarcely a year ago, surrounded by admiring friends, she stood beside a
brave, true man, and happily spoke the vows which made them one "so long as
life shall last." But alas, all too soon "the silver cord is loosed." With
her lily brow crowned with her burnished braids and clad in the same white,
shimmering robe that graced her regal form at the bridal altar, she is
claimed as the bride of Death and low on the bosom of Mother Earth, we laid
our Imogene beneath a mound of her favorite flowers, then turned away with
bowed heads and anguished hearts to weep at the final parting.
"Companion of my childhood days,
Dear friend of later years,
We reach the parting of the wave,
You go; I linger here.
But some time in that brighter clime,
By faith, I'll share your life sublime.
Jeannette Orr Jones
Additional Comments:
Coweta Co., Georgia Marriages, 1827-1979, Vol. I, pg. 27
Warner Hill Camp m. Wilella I. Sims on June 30, 1909
Newnan, Coweta Co., Georgia
NEWSPAPER Issue of Friday, June 24, 1910
IN MEMORY OF MRS. WARNER HILL CAMP
On May 25, 1910 as the morning sun in brightest splendor cast its golden
flow over all, the Death Angel spread its shadowy winds and the gentle
spirit of Imogene Camp was released from the body and went up to the God who
gave it.
In the summer of 1893 she came with her parents from Union Springs, Ala., to
make her home in Newnan and as she grew to womanhood, her gentle voice, her
happy smile and kindly ways won for her a host of friends, implanting in us
a love for the good, the true, the beautiful, that will go singing its way
on down to eternity.
With pleasant memories do I recall the happy hours spent with her, receiving
always wherever we met the same loving smile and cheerful greeting. Her
passing away has left in the hearts of her friends a grief too bitter to be
assuaged by any attribute of time or circumstance, nor aught save the hope
of life beyond this vail of tears; and to those who so dearly loved and
cherished her, so diligently seeking to find some balm of healing for the
wound thus afflicted by the shaft of death, naught is left save a sad, sweet
memory, a hope of meeting her in a brighter clime.
May the Lord in whom she trusted, sustain and comfort those whom He hath
called to "pass under the rod" of bereavement. It is a comfort to us when we
review her pure life, and recall how bright and cheerful she always was,
even in the very shadow of the valley of death. Of quiet, gentle,
disposition, she shrank from notoriety and never sought to be conspicuous in
society; but her fine traits of character, her intellect, her superior
judgment, her sympathy and charity, and her unfailing loyalty to those she
loved, were well known and admired by all who knew her.
Scarcely a year ago, surrounded by admiring friends, she stood beside a
brave, true man, and happily spoke the vows which made them one "so long as
life shall last." But alas, all too soon "the silver cord is loosed." With
her lily brow crowned with her burnished braids and clad in the same white,
shimmering robe that graced her regal form at the bridal altar, she is
claimed as the bride of Death and low on the bosom of Mother Earth, we laid
our Imogene beneath a mound of her favorite flowers, then turned away with
bowed heads and anguished hearts to weep at the final parting.
"Companion of my childhood days,
Dear friend of later years,
We reach the parting of the wave,
You go; I linger here.
But some time in that brighter clime,
By faith, I'll share your life sublime.
Jeannette Orr Jones
Additional Comments:
Coweta Co., Georgia Marriages, 1827-1979, Vol. I, pg. 27
Warner Hill Camp m. Wilella I. Sims on June 30, 1909
The Newnan Herald and Advertiser"
Newnan, Coweta Co., Georgia
NEWSPAPER Issue of Friday, June 24, 1910
IN MEMORY OF MRS. WARNER HILL CAMP
On May 25, 1910 as the morning sun in brightest splendor cast its golden
flow over all, the Death Angel spread its shadowy winds and the gentle
spirit of Imogene Camp was released from the body and went up to the God who
gave it.
In the summer of 1893 she came with her parents from Union Springs, Ala., to
make her home in Newnan and as she grew to womanhood, her gentle voice, her
happy smile and kindly ways won for her a host of friends, implanting in us
a love for the good, the true, the beautiful, that will go singing its way
on down to eternity.
With pleasant memories do I recall the happy hours spent with her, receiving
always wherever we met the same loving smile and cheerful greeting. Her
passing away has left in the hearts of her friends a grief too bitter to be
assuaged by any attribute of time or circumstance, nor aught save the hope
of life beyond this vail of tears; and to those who so dearly loved and
cherished her, so diligently seeking to find some balm of healing for the
wound thus afflicted by the shaft of death, naught is left save a sad, sweet
memory, a hope of meeting her in a brighter clime.
May the Lord in whom she trusted, sustain and comfort those whom He hath
called to "pass under the rod" of bereavement. It is a comfort to us when we
review her pure life, and recall how bright and cheerful she always was,
even in the very shadow of the valley of death. Of quiet, gentle,
disposition, she shrank from notoriety and never sought to be conspicuous in
society; but her fine traits of character, her intellect, her superior
judgment, her sympathy and charity, and her unfailing loyalty to those she
loved, were well known and admired by all who knew her.
Scarcely a year ago, surrounded by admiring friends, she stood beside a
brave, true man, and happily spoke the vows which made them one "so long as
life shall last." But alas, all too soon "the silver cord is loosed." With
her lily brow crowned with her burnished braids and clad in the same white,
shimmering robe that graced her regal form at the bridal altar, she is
claimed as the bride of Death and low on the bosom of Mother Earth, we laid
our Imogene beneath a mound of her favorite flowers, then turned away with
bowed heads and anguished hearts to weep at the final parting.
"Companion of my childhood days,
Dear friend of later years,
We reach the parting of the wave,
You go; I linger here.
But some time in that brighter clime,
By faith, I'll share your life sublime.
Jeannette Orr Jones
Additional Comments:
Coweta Co., Georgia Marriages, 1827-1979, Vol. I, pg. 27
Warner Hill Camp m. Wilella I. Sims on June 30, 1909
Newnan, Coweta Co., Georgia
NEWSPAPER Issue of Friday, June 24, 1910
IN MEMORY OF MRS. WARNER HILL CAMP
On May 25, 1910 as the morning sun in brightest splendor cast its golden
flow over all, the Death Angel spread its shadowy winds and the gentle
spirit of Imogene Camp was released from the body and went up to the God who
gave it.
In the summer of 1893 she came with her parents from Union Springs, Ala., to
make her home in Newnan and as she grew to womanhood, her gentle voice, her
happy smile and kindly ways won for her a host of friends, implanting in us
a love for the good, the true, the beautiful, that will go singing its way
on down to eternity.
With pleasant memories do I recall the happy hours spent with her, receiving
always wherever we met the same loving smile and cheerful greeting. Her
passing away has left in the hearts of her friends a grief too bitter to be
assuaged by any attribute of time or circumstance, nor aught save the hope
of life beyond this vail of tears; and to those who so dearly loved and
cherished her, so diligently seeking to find some balm of healing for the
wound thus afflicted by the shaft of death, naught is left save a sad, sweet
memory, a hope of meeting her in a brighter clime.
May the Lord in whom she trusted, sustain and comfort those whom He hath
called to "pass under the rod" of bereavement. It is a comfort to us when we
review her pure life, and recall how bright and cheerful she always was,
even in the very shadow of the valley of death. Of quiet, gentle,
disposition, she shrank from notoriety and never sought to be conspicuous in
society; but her fine traits of character, her intellect, her superior
judgment, her sympathy and charity, and her unfailing loyalty to those she
loved, were well known and admired by all who knew her.
Scarcely a year ago, surrounded by admiring friends, she stood beside a
brave, true man, and happily spoke the vows which made them one "so long as
life shall last." But alas, all too soon "the silver cord is loosed." With
her lily brow crowned with her burnished braids and clad in the same white,
shimmering robe that graced her regal form at the bridal altar, she is
claimed as the bride of Death and low on the bosom of Mother Earth, we laid
our Imogene beneath a mound of her favorite flowers, then turned away with
bowed heads and anguished hearts to weep at the final parting.
"Companion of my childhood days,
Dear friend of later years,
We reach the parting of the wave,
You go; I linger here.
But some time in that brighter clime,
By faith, I'll share your life sublime.
Jeannette Orr Jones
Additional Comments:
Coweta Co., Georgia Marriages, 1827-1979, Vol. I, pg. 27
Warner Hill Camp m. Wilella I. Sims on June 30, 1909
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