On the morning of February 16th, 1935, when the shades of night were being lifted to welcome in a new day the cares of this world were laid aside, and the soul of our friend and loved one, Thos. Jackson Woolfenden, aged 27 years, 8 months entered that port, called home, to begin life on the other shore.
He had been sick for about two weeks, but was not thought to be seriously ill at the home of Mr. Tolson, near Triangle, Va., with who he had been staying. The news came as a sad shock to all who knew him as he seemed to be one of those natures that won friends wherever he went. Jack possessed many of those splendid qualities which God bestows on his children in this world. Truth, and honesty combined with a loving, generous disposition won him a sunny spot in many hearts, and homes.
Friendship meant to him faithfulness, and trust and when sickness or need called for help he was often there with a willing and gentle hand of helpfulness to do what he could. God calls our loved one but we lose not wholly what he has given.
They live on earth in thought and deed. On Tuesday afternoon, the 19th, they brought him to Belle Haven, the little church near his home where from a tiny lad he often attended Sunday School and church and where a few years ago he had made a profession of faith.
Service was conducted by the pastor, Rev. J. Murray Taylor, who spoke from these words. "Let not your heart be troubled,-ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father's house are many mansions. If were it not so I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you, and if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you unto myself that where I am there ye may be also." He was laid to rest in the church yard by his mother who had passed on many years before.
The large crowd who gathered with sad faces and the beautiful flowers seems to silently speak the word-Friend. The young friends who bore him to his last resting place were: Bradford Love, Richard Cornwell, Howard Mountjoy, Louis Suthard, Tom Patton, Joseph Milstead. He is survived by a devoted parent and stepmother, Mr. and Mrs. T.J. Woolfenden, of Prince William; three brothers, Karl, Kenneth and Joe, of Washington, D.C. Three sisters, Mrs. Anna Cameron and Miss Cline Woolfenden of Philadelphia; Miss Julia Woolfenden of Richmond, and many near relatives. We cannot keep our loved ones with us always but we leave them safe in God's keeping.
Up to the bountiful giver of life
Gathering home, gathering home
Up to the dwelling whee cometh no strife
The done ones are gathering home.
Up to the city where falleth no night
Gathering home, gathering home
Up where the Savior's own face is the light
The dear ones are gathering home.
Up to the beautiful mansions above
Gathering home, gathering home
Safe in the arms of His infinite love
The dears ones are gathering home.
When sometimes our feet grow weary
On the rugged hills of life
The path stretches long and dreary
With trail and labor rife
We pause on the toilsome journey
Glancing backward in valley and glen
And sigh with an infinite longing
To return and begin againl
Forever upwards, and onward
Be our paths on the hills of life
And soon with a radiant dawning
Transfigure the toll, and the strife
And our Father's had will lead us
Tenderly upward then
In the joy and peace of a fairer world
He will let us begin again.
Source: Kopp Virginia by Casmere Woolfenden Kistner
He had been sick for about two weeks, but was not thought to be seriously ill at the home of Mr. Tolson, near Triangle, Va., with who he had been staying. The news came as a sad shock to all who knew him as he seemed to be one of those natures that won friends wherever he went. Jack possessed many of those splendid qualities which God bestows on his children in this world. Truth, and honesty combined with a loving, generous disposition won him a sunny spot in many hearts, and homes.
Friendship meant to him faithfulness, and trust and when sickness or need called for help he was often there with a willing and gentle hand of helpfulness to do what he could. God calls our loved one but we lose not wholly what he has given.
They live on earth in thought and deed. On Tuesday afternoon, the 19th, they brought him to Belle Haven, the little church near his home where from a tiny lad he often attended Sunday School and church and where a few years ago he had made a profession of faith.
Service was conducted by the pastor, Rev. J. Murray Taylor, who spoke from these words. "Let not your heart be troubled,-ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father's house are many mansions. If were it not so I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you, and if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you unto myself that where I am there ye may be also." He was laid to rest in the church yard by his mother who had passed on many years before.
The large crowd who gathered with sad faces and the beautiful flowers seems to silently speak the word-Friend. The young friends who bore him to his last resting place were: Bradford Love, Richard Cornwell, Howard Mountjoy, Louis Suthard, Tom Patton, Joseph Milstead. He is survived by a devoted parent and stepmother, Mr. and Mrs. T.J. Woolfenden, of Prince William; three brothers, Karl, Kenneth and Joe, of Washington, D.C. Three sisters, Mrs. Anna Cameron and Miss Cline Woolfenden of Philadelphia; Miss Julia Woolfenden of Richmond, and many near relatives. We cannot keep our loved ones with us always but we leave them safe in God's keeping.
Up to the bountiful giver of life
Gathering home, gathering home
Up to the dwelling whee cometh no strife
The done ones are gathering home.
Up to the city where falleth no night
Gathering home, gathering home
Up where the Savior's own face is the light
The dear ones are gathering home.
Up to the beautiful mansions above
Gathering home, gathering home
Safe in the arms of His infinite love
The dears ones are gathering home.
When sometimes our feet grow weary
On the rugged hills of life
The path stretches long and dreary
With trail and labor rife
We pause on the toilsome journey
Glancing backward in valley and glen
And sigh with an infinite longing
To return and begin againl
Forever upwards, and onward
Be our paths on the hills of life
And soon with a radiant dawning
Transfigure the toll, and the strife
And our Father's had will lead us
Tenderly upward then
In the joy and peace of a fairer world
He will let us begin again.
Source: Kopp Virginia by Casmere Woolfenden Kistner
On the morning of February 16th, 1935, when the shades of night were being lifted to welcome in a new day the cares of this world were laid aside, and the soul of our friend and loved one, Thos. Jackson Woolfenden, aged 27 years, 8 months entered that port, called home, to begin life on the other shore.
He had been sick for about two weeks, but was not thought to be seriously ill at the home of Mr. Tolson, near Triangle, Va., with who he had been staying. The news came as a sad shock to all who knew him as he seemed to be one of those natures that won friends wherever he went. Jack possessed many of those splendid qualities which God bestows on his children in this world. Truth, and honesty combined with a loving, generous disposition won him a sunny spot in many hearts, and homes.
Friendship meant to him faithfulness, and trust and when sickness or need called for help he was often there with a willing and gentle hand of helpfulness to do what he could. God calls our loved one but we lose not wholly what he has given.
They live on earth in thought and deed. On Tuesday afternoon, the 19th, they brought him to Belle Haven, the little church near his home where from a tiny lad he often attended Sunday School and church and where a few years ago he had made a profession of faith.
Service was conducted by the pastor, Rev. J. Murray Taylor, who spoke from these words. "Let not your heart be troubled,-ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father's house are many mansions. If were it not so I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you, and if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you unto myself that where I am there ye may be also." He was laid to rest in the church yard by his mother who had passed on many years before.
The large crowd who gathered with sad faces and the beautiful flowers seems to silently speak the word-Friend. The young friends who bore him to his last resting place were: Bradford Love, Richard Cornwell, Howard Mountjoy, Louis Suthard, Tom Patton, Joseph Milstead. He is survived by a devoted parent and stepmother, Mr. and Mrs. T.J. Woolfenden, of Prince William; three brothers, Karl, Kenneth and Joe, of Washington, D.C. Three sisters, Mrs. Anna Cameron and Miss Cline Woolfenden of Philadelphia; Miss Julia Woolfenden of Richmond, and many near relatives. We cannot keep our loved ones with us always but we leave them safe in God's keeping.
Up to the bountiful giver of life
Gathering home, gathering home
Up to the dwelling whee cometh no strife
The done ones are gathering home.
Up to the city where falleth no night
Gathering home, gathering home
Up where the Savior's own face is the light
The dear ones are gathering home.
Up to the beautiful mansions above
Gathering home, gathering home
Safe in the arms of His infinite love
The dears ones are gathering home.
When sometimes our feet grow weary
On the rugged hills of life
The path stretches long and dreary
With trail and labor rife
We pause on the toilsome journey
Glancing backward in valley and glen
And sigh with an infinite longing
To return and begin againl
Forever upwards, and onward
Be our paths on the hills of life
And soon with a radiant dawning
Transfigure the toll, and the strife
And our Father's had will lead us
Tenderly upward then
In the joy and peace of a fairer world
He will let us begin again.
Source: Kopp Virginia by Casmere Woolfenden Kistner
He had been sick for about two weeks, but was not thought to be seriously ill at the home of Mr. Tolson, near Triangle, Va., with who he had been staying. The news came as a sad shock to all who knew him as he seemed to be one of those natures that won friends wherever he went. Jack possessed many of those splendid qualities which God bestows on his children in this world. Truth, and honesty combined with a loving, generous disposition won him a sunny spot in many hearts, and homes.
Friendship meant to him faithfulness, and trust and when sickness or need called for help he was often there with a willing and gentle hand of helpfulness to do what he could. God calls our loved one but we lose not wholly what he has given.
They live on earth in thought and deed. On Tuesday afternoon, the 19th, they brought him to Belle Haven, the little church near his home where from a tiny lad he often attended Sunday School and church and where a few years ago he had made a profession of faith.
Service was conducted by the pastor, Rev. J. Murray Taylor, who spoke from these words. "Let not your heart be troubled,-ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father's house are many mansions. If were it not so I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you, and if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you unto myself that where I am there ye may be also." He was laid to rest in the church yard by his mother who had passed on many years before.
The large crowd who gathered with sad faces and the beautiful flowers seems to silently speak the word-Friend. The young friends who bore him to his last resting place were: Bradford Love, Richard Cornwell, Howard Mountjoy, Louis Suthard, Tom Patton, Joseph Milstead. He is survived by a devoted parent and stepmother, Mr. and Mrs. T.J. Woolfenden, of Prince William; three brothers, Karl, Kenneth and Joe, of Washington, D.C. Three sisters, Mrs. Anna Cameron and Miss Cline Woolfenden of Philadelphia; Miss Julia Woolfenden of Richmond, and many near relatives. We cannot keep our loved ones with us always but we leave them safe in God's keeping.
Up to the bountiful giver of life
Gathering home, gathering home
Up to the dwelling whee cometh no strife
The done ones are gathering home.
Up to the city where falleth no night
Gathering home, gathering home
Up where the Savior's own face is the light
The dear ones are gathering home.
Up to the beautiful mansions above
Gathering home, gathering home
Safe in the arms of His infinite love
The dears ones are gathering home.
When sometimes our feet grow weary
On the rugged hills of life
The path stretches long and dreary
With trail and labor rife
We pause on the toilsome journey
Glancing backward in valley and glen
And sigh with an infinite longing
To return and begin againl
Forever upwards, and onward
Be our paths on the hills of life
And soon with a radiant dawning
Transfigure the toll, and the strife
And our Father's had will lead us
Tenderly upward then
In the joy and peace of a fairer world
He will let us begin again.
Source: Kopp Virginia by Casmere Woolfenden Kistner
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