In Memory of Dear Mother
On Tuesday night, January 22, 1929, at 9:30, while all was sad and still the Death Angel came to the home of J.M. Webb and claimed the loving companion and mother.
Mother was borned February 19, 1856. She was the daughter of Captain William and Mrs. Polly Bowen. Mother united with the Missionary Baptist church about the age of 20 years, in which she lived day by day a faithful member until death.
Mother had been in ill health for some time, having been confined to her bed for 17 years. She bore her suffering patiently, but of course she wanted to get well. When all was done that her physician, loved ones and friends could do, and she realized she must go, she was willing and ready for she had made peace with God and wanted to be relieved of her suffering. Mother realized her days with loved ones here on earth were but few. It is sad but I remember that sad day my mother died. As I sat there softly weeping, she called me to her side and there she told me she was going where the angels bid her come. Dear mother, 'tis so sad and lonely at the old home without you and only those who have lost loved ones can tell what a vacancy in our home that cannot be filled. She leaves behind, our dear father and four children, several grandchildren and two brothers, four sisters and many friends who will miss her so much.
Daddy we ralize you have lost a faithful wife and companion. Be consoled. Your prayers were answered. She being spared to help rear us children to man and womanhood. We can say from the depth of our hearts, none can surpass you in the attention you gave your companion during her sickness.
We children knowf we have been robbed of one of the sweetest and most beautiful things of earth - a mother's love. The light of her eyes was always the first to rise and often the last to set upon our days of trials. Still at the same time one of the most sacred spots on earth is mother's grave. Brothers and sisters, we know your hearts are grieved but you can truthfully testify that one of the greatest proofs of Christian religion was in your sister's
daily life. So dear daddy, brothers and sisters, relatives and friends, if there be one that's not prepared to meet dear mother, be a Christian and some sweet day sooner or later we shall meet to part no never in the resurrection morning. So farewell dear mother but not forever.
Dear mother was laid to rest in the Clover Ridge cemetery under a flower-covered mound to await the resurrection. Bro. George Senter conducted the sad rites.
In a lonely church yard
There we can see a snowy mound
There our mother lies a sleeping
In the cold and silent ground
She was patient, kind and gentle
All our tears she'd dry away
O, I never will forget her
And I miss her more each day
Dear mother, how we miss you
Since you crossed Death's dark sea
Our hearts are sad and lonely
As we think of you today
You are gone but not forgotten
Nor shall you ever be,
As long as life and memory last
We shall ever think of thee
We think of you in silence
Your eyes canot see us weep
But many a silent tear we'll shed
While others are asleep
Written by her lonely daughter
ESTA WEBB
Contributor: David Webb (48147851) •
On Tuesday night, January 22, 1929, at 9:30, while all was sad and still the Death Angel came to the home of J.M. Webb and claimed the loving companion and mother.
Mother was borned February 19, 1856. She was the daughter of Captain William and Mrs. Polly Bowen. Mother united with the Missionary Baptist church about the age of 20 years, in which she lived day by day a faithful member until death.
Mother had been in ill health for some time, having been confined to her bed for 17 years. She bore her suffering patiently, but of course she wanted to get well. When all was done that her physician, loved ones and friends could do, and she realized she must go, she was willing and ready for she had made peace with God and wanted to be relieved of her suffering. Mother realized her days with loved ones here on earth were but few. It is sad but I remember that sad day my mother died. As I sat there softly weeping, she called me to her side and there she told me she was going where the angels bid her come. Dear mother, 'tis so sad and lonely at the old home without you and only those who have lost loved ones can tell what a vacancy in our home that cannot be filled. She leaves behind, our dear father and four children, several grandchildren and two brothers, four sisters and many friends who will miss her so much.
Daddy we ralize you have lost a faithful wife and companion. Be consoled. Your prayers were answered. She being spared to help rear us children to man and womanhood. We can say from the depth of our hearts, none can surpass you in the attention you gave your companion during her sickness.
We children knowf we have been robbed of one of the sweetest and most beautiful things of earth - a mother's love. The light of her eyes was always the first to rise and often the last to set upon our days of trials. Still at the same time one of the most sacred spots on earth is mother's grave. Brothers and sisters, we know your hearts are grieved but you can truthfully testify that one of the greatest proofs of Christian religion was in your sister's
daily life. So dear daddy, brothers and sisters, relatives and friends, if there be one that's not prepared to meet dear mother, be a Christian and some sweet day sooner or later we shall meet to part no never in the resurrection morning. So farewell dear mother but not forever.
Dear mother was laid to rest in the Clover Ridge cemetery under a flower-covered mound to await the resurrection. Bro. George Senter conducted the sad rites.
In a lonely church yard
There we can see a snowy mound
There our mother lies a sleeping
In the cold and silent ground
She was patient, kind and gentle
All our tears she'd dry away
O, I never will forget her
And I miss her more each day
Dear mother, how we miss you
Since you crossed Death's dark sea
Our hearts are sad and lonely
As we think of you today
You are gone but not forgotten
Nor shall you ever be,
As long as life and memory last
We shall ever think of thee
We think of you in silence
Your eyes canot see us weep
But many a silent tear we'll shed
While others are asleep
Written by her lonely daughter
ESTA WEBB
Contributor: David Webb (48147851) •
In Memory of Dear Mother
On Tuesday night, January 22, 1929, at 9:30, while all was sad and still the Death Angel came to the home of J.M. Webb and claimed the loving companion and mother.
Mother was borned February 19, 1856. She was the daughter of Captain William and Mrs. Polly Bowen. Mother united with the Missionary Baptist church about the age of 20 years, in which she lived day by day a faithful member until death.
Mother had been in ill health for some time, having been confined to her bed for 17 years. She bore her suffering patiently, but of course she wanted to get well. When all was done that her physician, loved ones and friends could do, and she realized she must go, she was willing and ready for she had made peace with God and wanted to be relieved of her suffering. Mother realized her days with loved ones here on earth were but few. It is sad but I remember that sad day my mother died. As I sat there softly weeping, she called me to her side and there she told me she was going where the angels bid her come. Dear mother, 'tis so sad and lonely at the old home without you and only those who have lost loved ones can tell what a vacancy in our home that cannot be filled. She leaves behind, our dear father and four children, several grandchildren and two brothers, four sisters and many friends who will miss her so much.
Daddy we ralize you have lost a faithful wife and companion. Be consoled. Your prayers were answered. She being spared to help rear us children to man and womanhood. We can say from the depth of our hearts, none can surpass you in the attention you gave your companion during her sickness.
We children knowf we have been robbed of one of the sweetest and most beautiful things of earth - a mother's love. The light of her eyes was always the first to rise and often the last to set upon our days of trials. Still at the same time one of the most sacred spots on earth is mother's grave. Brothers and sisters, we know your hearts are grieved but you can truthfully testify that one of the greatest proofs of Christian religion was in your sister's
daily life. So dear daddy, brothers and sisters, relatives and friends, if there be one that's not prepared to meet dear mother, be a Christian and some sweet day sooner or later we shall meet to part no never in the resurrection morning. So farewell dear mother but not forever.
Dear mother was laid to rest in the Clover Ridge cemetery under a flower-covered mound to await the resurrection. Bro. George Senter conducted the sad rites.
In a lonely church yard
There we can see a snowy mound
There our mother lies a sleeping
In the cold and silent ground
She was patient, kind and gentle
All our tears she'd dry away
O, I never will forget her
And I miss her more each day
Dear mother, how we miss you
Since you crossed Death's dark sea
Our hearts are sad and lonely
As we think of you today
You are gone but not forgotten
Nor shall you ever be,
As long as life and memory last
We shall ever think of thee
We think of you in silence
Your eyes canot see us weep
But many a silent tear we'll shed
While others are asleep
Written by her lonely daughter
ESTA WEBB
Contributor: David Webb (48147851) •
On Tuesday night, January 22, 1929, at 9:30, while all was sad and still the Death Angel came to the home of J.M. Webb and claimed the loving companion and mother.
Mother was borned February 19, 1856. She was the daughter of Captain William and Mrs. Polly Bowen. Mother united with the Missionary Baptist church about the age of 20 years, in which she lived day by day a faithful member until death.
Mother had been in ill health for some time, having been confined to her bed for 17 years. She bore her suffering patiently, but of course she wanted to get well. When all was done that her physician, loved ones and friends could do, and she realized she must go, she was willing and ready for she had made peace with God and wanted to be relieved of her suffering. Mother realized her days with loved ones here on earth were but few. It is sad but I remember that sad day my mother died. As I sat there softly weeping, she called me to her side and there she told me she was going where the angels bid her come. Dear mother, 'tis so sad and lonely at the old home without you and only those who have lost loved ones can tell what a vacancy in our home that cannot be filled. She leaves behind, our dear father and four children, several grandchildren and two brothers, four sisters and many friends who will miss her so much.
Daddy we ralize you have lost a faithful wife and companion. Be consoled. Your prayers were answered. She being spared to help rear us children to man and womanhood. We can say from the depth of our hearts, none can surpass you in the attention you gave your companion during her sickness.
We children knowf we have been robbed of one of the sweetest and most beautiful things of earth - a mother's love. The light of her eyes was always the first to rise and often the last to set upon our days of trials. Still at the same time one of the most sacred spots on earth is mother's grave. Brothers and sisters, we know your hearts are grieved but you can truthfully testify that one of the greatest proofs of Christian religion was in your sister's
daily life. So dear daddy, brothers and sisters, relatives and friends, if there be one that's not prepared to meet dear mother, be a Christian and some sweet day sooner or later we shall meet to part no never in the resurrection morning. So farewell dear mother but not forever.
Dear mother was laid to rest in the Clover Ridge cemetery under a flower-covered mound to await the resurrection. Bro. George Senter conducted the sad rites.
In a lonely church yard
There we can see a snowy mound
There our mother lies a sleeping
In the cold and silent ground
She was patient, kind and gentle
All our tears she'd dry away
O, I never will forget her
And I miss her more each day
Dear mother, how we miss you
Since you crossed Death's dark sea
Our hearts are sad and lonely
As we think of you today
You are gone but not forgotten
Nor shall you ever be,
As long as life and memory last
We shall ever think of thee
We think of you in silence
Your eyes canot see us weep
But many a silent tear we'll shed
While others are asleep
Written by her lonely daughter
ESTA WEBB
Contributor: David Webb (48147851) •
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