The following obituary was provided by Janine McQuiston:
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The Columbian 1906
Columbia, Marion Co., Ms.
Sept 13, 1906
IN MEMORIAM
Mrs. Jane Bolin, better and more favorably known to the rich and poor alike as "Aunt Jane," was born June 20th, 1838, and died July 7th, 1906. She lived the most of her life in Covington County but also lived at various times in Simpson, Marion, and Lamar Counties. To them who had the pleasure of her acquaintance, her life was rich with deeds of loving kindness, maternal service and ministering love. Hers was a life of joyful sacrifice and Christian fortitude and was for over half a century a member of the Baptist Church. She never complained of her lot but saw through a widows trials and tears- the hand of Him who chasteneth whom he loveth and said by her life, to her jewels three, "The Lord is our Shepard and we shall not want," for it was while yet a young woman that the death set His seal upon the brow of the man she loved and claimed all too soon for the "Quiet city of the dead." Could deaths cold hands squeeze and freeze the heart strings of such a noble woman and thus press down and crush out the purposes of her soul and mind and life? Christian fortitude, sacrifice and love answer-no. Her heart was seared and bleeding with agony, her soul was tried and bowed down with grief, her mind was clouded and wrapped in sorrows chains, with a frame trembling with trouble, yet pulsating strong and ever with the love of God, she looks out through it all and sees her babes at her knee- the oldest scarce passed the years of three - looking up into mothers face. They are not old enough to say "Mother, what makes you sad?" but they understand it all now. Mother through a long life of toil and devotion to God has brought them to manhood and womanhood and is now ready to lay her armour down and go home to her Father. Aunt Jane was only sick a few hours. She was in the valley of the shadow of death just long enough, as it were to here the "rustle of a wing" and see the smile of an angels face and all was over. Of a life of 71 years and 17 days, the last chapter has been written and one dear to us all has been consigned to the grave. Sad hearts, think not of an angels form in the winding sheets, the shroud, the coffin or the tomb, but look far beyond the rifted clouds and see the face of Aunt Jane - of mother - at home with God. Mother dear, tis hard to give you up; Our hearts are torn and bleeding with love for the life you have lived. Never again can we hear your sweet voice in the sick room and in the home. Never again the sound of your footsteps in the gallery and in the hall. We look in vain to see you in your accustomed place around the family hearth stone. Oh, Mother! Can it be? Are you gone? Can we never see you again? No, she is not gone and we can see her again. She has only fallen to sleep in the lap of summer to bloom again in God's eternal spring.
Stanley J. Hathorn
Columbia, Ms. , Sept. 11, 1906
Info by: Shirley Fortenberry Ramshur.
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[Informatin also provided by Susan, Michelle B, and Ann Berry McNair.]
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The Columbian 1906
Columbia, Marion Co., Ms.
Sept 13, 1906
IN MEMORIAM
Mrs. Jane Bolin, better and more favorably known to the rich and poor alike as "Aunt Jane," was born June 20th, 1838, and died July 7th, 1906. She lived the most of her life in Covington County but also lived at various times in Simpson, Marion, and Lamar Counties. To them who had the pleasure of her acquaintance, her life was rich with deeds of loving kindness, maternal service and ministering love. Hers was a life of joyful sacrifice and Christian fortitude and was for over half a century a member of the Baptist Church. She never complained of her lot but saw through a widows trials and tears- the hand of Him who chasteneth whom he loveth and said by her life, to her jewels three, "The Lord is our Shepard and we shall not want," for it was while yet a young woman that the death set His seal upon the brow of the man she loved and claimed all too soon for the "Quiet city of the dead." Could deaths cold hands squeeze and freeze the heart strings of such a noble woman and thus press down and crush out the purposes of her soul and mind and life? Christian fortitude, sacrifice and love answer-no. Her heart was seared and bleeding with agony, her soul was tried and bowed down with grief, her mind was clouded and wrapped in sorrows chains, with a frame trembling with trouble, yet pulsating strong and ever with the love of God, she looks out through it all and sees her babes at her knee- the oldest scarce passed the years of three - looking up into mothers face. They are not old enough to say "Mother, what makes you sad?" but they understand it all now. Mother through a long life of toil and devotion to God has brought them to manhood and womanhood and is now ready to lay her armour down and go home to her Father. Aunt Jane was only sick a few hours. She was in the valley of the shadow of death just long enough, as it were to here the "rustle of a wing" and see the smile of an angels face and all was over. Of a life of 71 years and 17 days, the last chapter has been written and one dear to us all has been consigned to the grave. Sad hearts, think not of an angels form in the winding sheets, the shroud, the coffin or the tomb, but look far beyond the rifted clouds and see the face of Aunt Jane - of mother - at home with God. Mother dear, tis hard to give you up; Our hearts are torn and bleeding with love for the life you have lived. Never again can we hear your sweet voice in the sick room and in the home. Never again the sound of your footsteps in the gallery and in the hall. We look in vain to see you in your accustomed place around the family hearth stone. Oh, Mother! Can it be? Are you gone? Can we never see you again? No, she is not gone and we can see her again. She has only fallen to sleep in the lap of summer to bloom again in God's eternal spring.
Stanley J. Hathorn
Columbia, Ms. , Sept. 11, 1906
Info by: Shirley Fortenberry Ramshur.
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[Informatin also provided by Susan, Michelle B, and Ann Berry McNair.]
The following obituary was provided by Janine McQuiston:
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The Columbian 1906
Columbia, Marion Co., Ms.
Sept 13, 1906
IN MEMORIAM
Mrs. Jane Bolin, better and more favorably known to the rich and poor alike as "Aunt Jane," was born June 20th, 1838, and died July 7th, 1906. She lived the most of her life in Covington County but also lived at various times in Simpson, Marion, and Lamar Counties. To them who had the pleasure of her acquaintance, her life was rich with deeds of loving kindness, maternal service and ministering love. Hers was a life of joyful sacrifice and Christian fortitude and was for over half a century a member of the Baptist Church. She never complained of her lot but saw through a widows trials and tears- the hand of Him who chasteneth whom he loveth and said by her life, to her jewels three, "The Lord is our Shepard and we shall not want," for it was while yet a young woman that the death set His seal upon the brow of the man she loved and claimed all too soon for the "Quiet city of the dead." Could deaths cold hands squeeze and freeze the heart strings of such a noble woman and thus press down and crush out the purposes of her soul and mind and life? Christian fortitude, sacrifice and love answer-no. Her heart was seared and bleeding with agony, her soul was tried and bowed down with grief, her mind was clouded and wrapped in sorrows chains, with a frame trembling with trouble, yet pulsating strong and ever with the love of God, she looks out through it all and sees her babes at her knee- the oldest scarce passed the years of three - looking up into mothers face. They are not old enough to say "Mother, what makes you sad?" but they understand it all now. Mother through a long life of toil and devotion to God has brought them to manhood and womanhood and is now ready to lay her armour down and go home to her Father. Aunt Jane was only sick a few hours. She was in the valley of the shadow of death just long enough, as it were to here the "rustle of a wing" and see the smile of an angels face and all was over. Of a life of 71 years and 17 days, the last chapter has been written and one dear to us all has been consigned to the grave. Sad hearts, think not of an angels form in the winding sheets, the shroud, the coffin or the tomb, but look far beyond the rifted clouds and see the face of Aunt Jane - of mother - at home with God. Mother dear, tis hard to give you up; Our hearts are torn and bleeding with love for the life you have lived. Never again can we hear your sweet voice in the sick room and in the home. Never again the sound of your footsteps in the gallery and in the hall. We look in vain to see you in your accustomed place around the family hearth stone. Oh, Mother! Can it be? Are you gone? Can we never see you again? No, she is not gone and we can see her again. She has only fallen to sleep in the lap of summer to bloom again in God's eternal spring.
Stanley J. Hathorn
Columbia, Ms. , Sept. 11, 1906
Info by: Shirley Fortenberry Ramshur.
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[Informatin also provided by Susan, Michelle B, and Ann Berry McNair.]
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The Columbian 1906
Columbia, Marion Co., Ms.
Sept 13, 1906
IN MEMORIAM
Mrs. Jane Bolin, better and more favorably known to the rich and poor alike as "Aunt Jane," was born June 20th, 1838, and died July 7th, 1906. She lived the most of her life in Covington County but also lived at various times in Simpson, Marion, and Lamar Counties. To them who had the pleasure of her acquaintance, her life was rich with deeds of loving kindness, maternal service and ministering love. Hers was a life of joyful sacrifice and Christian fortitude and was for over half a century a member of the Baptist Church. She never complained of her lot but saw through a widows trials and tears- the hand of Him who chasteneth whom he loveth and said by her life, to her jewels three, "The Lord is our Shepard and we shall not want," for it was while yet a young woman that the death set His seal upon the brow of the man she loved and claimed all too soon for the "Quiet city of the dead." Could deaths cold hands squeeze and freeze the heart strings of such a noble woman and thus press down and crush out the purposes of her soul and mind and life? Christian fortitude, sacrifice and love answer-no. Her heart was seared and bleeding with agony, her soul was tried and bowed down with grief, her mind was clouded and wrapped in sorrows chains, with a frame trembling with trouble, yet pulsating strong and ever with the love of God, she looks out through it all and sees her babes at her knee- the oldest scarce passed the years of three - looking up into mothers face. They are not old enough to say "Mother, what makes you sad?" but they understand it all now. Mother through a long life of toil and devotion to God has brought them to manhood and womanhood and is now ready to lay her armour down and go home to her Father. Aunt Jane was only sick a few hours. She was in the valley of the shadow of death just long enough, as it were to here the "rustle of a wing" and see the smile of an angels face and all was over. Of a life of 71 years and 17 days, the last chapter has been written and one dear to us all has been consigned to the grave. Sad hearts, think not of an angels form in the winding sheets, the shroud, the coffin or the tomb, but look far beyond the rifted clouds and see the face of Aunt Jane - of mother - at home with God. Mother dear, tis hard to give you up; Our hearts are torn and bleeding with love for the life you have lived. Never again can we hear your sweet voice in the sick room and in the home. Never again the sound of your footsteps in the gallery and in the hall. We look in vain to see you in your accustomed place around the family hearth stone. Oh, Mother! Can it be? Are you gone? Can we never see you again? No, she is not gone and we can see her again. She has only fallen to sleep in the lap of summer to bloom again in God's eternal spring.
Stanley J. Hathorn
Columbia, Ms. , Sept. 11, 1906
Info by: Shirley Fortenberry Ramshur.
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[Informatin also provided by Susan, Michelle B, and Ann Berry McNair.]
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