Contributed by Anthony Quinn
Simpson County News—08 Jul 1915, Thu
Death of Burkett Banks
Son of our worthy and esteemed citizen, Mr. Frank Banks.
Burkett Banks was born Nov. 16th 1895, was killed while working on a log train falling between the cars, his body struck by the running wheels. Only lived about six hours after the tragic death, June 30, 1915.
His body was carefully embalmed and sent home arriving at Pinola Sunday morning July 4th. Many sorrowing relatives and friends met the train and the body was bourne out some two miles to his old home---followed by a retinue of boy-day friends, and many others who wished to pay the last tribute of respect. Burkett was a stalwart young man, nearly twenty, just in the bloom of young manhood, snatched away by the Reaper Death, so suddenly that the accident was appalling.
He was gone from home 16 months planning to come home to spend the 4th on a home coming visit, but instead his cold form was sent and the 4th commemorates the burial of this noble son, who was loved so well by his doting father, who is quite sick and feeble at this time, who mourns his untimely death, in accent clear, with all the loved ones around the casket, mingling tears of grief with prayer-felt words as Bro. Buckley so tenderly gave the funeral discourse, joined by heart impressive words-so comforting by Bro. Farmer, who had the pleasure of uniting in marriage Burkett’s father and mother. All present could but exclaim in this sad hour of grief. “Oh, for a touch of a vanished hand and a sound of a voice that is still.”
Burkett was a clever, obedient son, true friend---a nobler, truer heart never beat in human breast, making friends wherever he went. “You may break and shatter the vase if you will but the scent of thermoses will cling round it still.” So with life of this noble young man, his sisters, brothers, father will miss him and can only hope to see him again in that “Home not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.”
“Nearer my God to Thee”. “Shall we Gather at the River,” and “We’ll never say Good-bye” were chanted sacredly by the choir. Misses Mattie Giles, Belle Myers, Edna Walker, Vera Boswell, Mrs. Kyger, Chas. Allen, J.F. Miller.
At close of service the following pall-bearers took charge of the casket for interment: Henry Hennedy, Fealton Keister, Robt. Durr, Guy Grantham, Homer Allbritton and Lem Thurman.
The weather was very inclement but Burkett’s body was tenderly laid away beneath a beautifully flowered grave as mementoes of friendship’s sweetest and most sacred tokens.
To the living and especially the boys, let me say: Take this lesson to thyself,
Loving heart and true, Golden years are fleeting by,
Youth is passing too,
Learn to make the most of life,
Loose no happy day,
Time will never bring the back, Chances sweep away,
Leave no tender word unsaid,
Love while love shall last,
We will never be made noble.
By the BLESSINGS we let pass.”
Sincerely, J.F. Miller,
Pinola, Miss. July 5th 1915
Simpson County News—08 Jul 1915, Thu
Death of Burkett Banks
Son of our worthy and esteemed citizen, Mr. Frank Banks.
Burkett Banks was born Nov. 16th 1895, was killed while working on a log train falling between the cars, his body struck by the running wheels. Only lived about six hours after the tragic death, June 30, 1915.
His body was carefully embalmed and sent home arriving at Pinola Sunday morning July 4th. Many sorrowing relatives and friends met the train and the body was bourne out some two miles to his old home---followed by a retinue of boy-day friends, and many others who wished to pay the last tribute of respect. Burkett was a stalwart young man, nearly twenty, just in the bloom of young manhood, snatched away by the Reaper Death, so suddenly that the accident was appalling.
He was gone from home 16 months planning to come home to spend the 4th on a home coming visit, but instead his cold form was sent and the 4th commemorates the burial of this noble son, who was loved so well by his doting father, who is quite sick and feeble at this time, who mourns his untimely death, in accent clear, with all the loved ones around the casket, mingling tears of grief with prayer-felt words as Bro. Buckley so tenderly gave the funeral discourse, joined by heart impressive words-so comforting by Bro. Farmer, who had the pleasure of uniting in marriage Burkett’s father and mother. All present could but exclaim in this sad hour of grief. “Oh, for a touch of a vanished hand and a sound of a voice that is still.”
Burkett was a clever, obedient son, true friend---a nobler, truer heart never beat in human breast, making friends wherever he went. “You may break and shatter the vase if you will but the scent of thermoses will cling round it still.” So with life of this noble young man, his sisters, brothers, father will miss him and can only hope to see him again in that “Home not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.”
“Nearer my God to Thee”. “Shall we Gather at the River,” and “We’ll never say Good-bye” were chanted sacredly by the choir. Misses Mattie Giles, Belle Myers, Edna Walker, Vera Boswell, Mrs. Kyger, Chas. Allen, J.F. Miller.
At close of service the following pall-bearers took charge of the casket for interment: Henry Hennedy, Fealton Keister, Robt. Durr, Guy Grantham, Homer Allbritton and Lem Thurman.
The weather was very inclement but Burkett’s body was tenderly laid away beneath a beautifully flowered grave as mementoes of friendship’s sweetest and most sacred tokens.
To the living and especially the boys, let me say: Take this lesson to thyself,
Loving heart and true, Golden years are fleeting by,
Youth is passing too,
Learn to make the most of life,
Loose no happy day,
Time will never bring the back, Chances sweep away,
Leave no tender word unsaid,
Love while love shall last,
We will never be made noble.
By the BLESSINGS we let pass.”
Sincerely, J.F. Miller,
Pinola, Miss. July 5th 1915
Contributed by Anthony Quinn
Simpson County News—08 Jul 1915, Thu
Death of Burkett Banks
Son of our worthy and esteemed citizen, Mr. Frank Banks.
Burkett Banks was born Nov. 16th 1895, was killed while working on a log train falling between the cars, his body struck by the running wheels. Only lived about six hours after the tragic death, June 30, 1915.
His body was carefully embalmed and sent home arriving at Pinola Sunday morning July 4th. Many sorrowing relatives and friends met the train and the body was bourne out some two miles to his old home---followed by a retinue of boy-day friends, and many others who wished to pay the last tribute of respect. Burkett was a stalwart young man, nearly twenty, just in the bloom of young manhood, snatched away by the Reaper Death, so suddenly that the accident was appalling.
He was gone from home 16 months planning to come home to spend the 4th on a home coming visit, but instead his cold form was sent and the 4th commemorates the burial of this noble son, who was loved so well by his doting father, who is quite sick and feeble at this time, who mourns his untimely death, in accent clear, with all the loved ones around the casket, mingling tears of grief with prayer-felt words as Bro. Buckley so tenderly gave the funeral discourse, joined by heart impressive words-so comforting by Bro. Farmer, who had the pleasure of uniting in marriage Burkett’s father and mother. All present could but exclaim in this sad hour of grief. “Oh, for a touch of a vanished hand and a sound of a voice that is still.”
Burkett was a clever, obedient son, true friend---a nobler, truer heart never beat in human breast, making friends wherever he went. “You may break and shatter the vase if you will but the scent of thermoses will cling round it still.” So with life of this noble young man, his sisters, brothers, father will miss him and can only hope to see him again in that “Home not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.”
“Nearer my God to Thee”. “Shall we Gather at the River,” and “We’ll never say Good-bye” were chanted sacredly by the choir. Misses Mattie Giles, Belle Myers, Edna Walker, Vera Boswell, Mrs. Kyger, Chas. Allen, J.F. Miller.
At close of service the following pall-bearers took charge of the casket for interment: Henry Hennedy, Fealton Keister, Robt. Durr, Guy Grantham, Homer Allbritton and Lem Thurman.
The weather was very inclement but Burkett’s body was tenderly laid away beneath a beautifully flowered grave as mementoes of friendship’s sweetest and most sacred tokens.
To the living and especially the boys, let me say: Take this lesson to thyself,
Loving heart and true, Golden years are fleeting by,
Youth is passing too,
Learn to make the most of life,
Loose no happy day,
Time will never bring the back, Chances sweep away,
Leave no tender word unsaid,
Love while love shall last,
We will never be made noble.
By the BLESSINGS we let pass.”
Sincerely, J.F. Miller,
Pinola, Miss. July 5th 1915
Simpson County News—08 Jul 1915, Thu
Death of Burkett Banks
Son of our worthy and esteemed citizen, Mr. Frank Banks.
Burkett Banks was born Nov. 16th 1895, was killed while working on a log train falling between the cars, his body struck by the running wheels. Only lived about six hours after the tragic death, June 30, 1915.
His body was carefully embalmed and sent home arriving at Pinola Sunday morning July 4th. Many sorrowing relatives and friends met the train and the body was bourne out some two miles to his old home---followed by a retinue of boy-day friends, and many others who wished to pay the last tribute of respect. Burkett was a stalwart young man, nearly twenty, just in the bloom of young manhood, snatched away by the Reaper Death, so suddenly that the accident was appalling.
He was gone from home 16 months planning to come home to spend the 4th on a home coming visit, but instead his cold form was sent and the 4th commemorates the burial of this noble son, who was loved so well by his doting father, who is quite sick and feeble at this time, who mourns his untimely death, in accent clear, with all the loved ones around the casket, mingling tears of grief with prayer-felt words as Bro. Buckley so tenderly gave the funeral discourse, joined by heart impressive words-so comforting by Bro. Farmer, who had the pleasure of uniting in marriage Burkett’s father and mother. All present could but exclaim in this sad hour of grief. “Oh, for a touch of a vanished hand and a sound of a voice that is still.”
Burkett was a clever, obedient son, true friend---a nobler, truer heart never beat in human breast, making friends wherever he went. “You may break and shatter the vase if you will but the scent of thermoses will cling round it still.” So with life of this noble young man, his sisters, brothers, father will miss him and can only hope to see him again in that “Home not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.”
“Nearer my God to Thee”. “Shall we Gather at the River,” and “We’ll never say Good-bye” were chanted sacredly by the choir. Misses Mattie Giles, Belle Myers, Edna Walker, Vera Boswell, Mrs. Kyger, Chas. Allen, J.F. Miller.
At close of service the following pall-bearers took charge of the casket for interment: Henry Hennedy, Fealton Keister, Robt. Durr, Guy Grantham, Homer Allbritton and Lem Thurman.
The weather was very inclement but Burkett’s body was tenderly laid away beneath a beautifully flowered grave as mementoes of friendship’s sweetest and most sacred tokens.
To the living and especially the boys, let me say: Take this lesson to thyself,
Loving heart and true, Golden years are fleeting by,
Youth is passing too,
Learn to make the most of life,
Loose no happy day,
Time will never bring the back, Chances sweep away,
Leave no tender word unsaid,
Love while love shall last,
We will never be made noble.
By the BLESSINGS we let pass.”
Sincerely, J.F. Miller,
Pinola, Miss. July 5th 1915
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