Obit in Macon Telegraph May 19, 1903 p6
Rogers--James T. Rogers died in Macon, GA., May 18, 1903, at the age of 51 years. Being left fatherless in early childhood, he devoted his whole life to his widowed mother and widowed sisiter. He lived a quiet life and was never known to speak a harmful word against any one. His deeds of charity were known only to those whom he helped in distress and need. He had been in bad health for eight years; but, in spite of a feeble body, he was patient and never complained. His last illness was short but painful, and all that loving hands could do was done; but death had lifted his heavy hand, and neither loving care nor medical skill could stay it. Around his death bed gathered his mother, four sisters and two brothers--the first time we had all met together in twenty-five years. As his aged mother knelt by his bedside and committed his soul to God, he closed his eyes and a smile of peace took the place of pain and suffering.
Another chair is vacant in the old home tonight, but another hand beckons us onward and upward.
May there be a sweet reunion in heaven, around the throne of Christ, with all the loved ones whom he precedes to that blissful abode, where there are no more partings and no more good-byes.
Rogers--James T. Rogers died in Macon, GA., May 18, 1903, at the age of 51 years. Being left fatherless in early childhood, he devoted his whole life to his widowed mother and widowed sisiter. He lived a quiet life and was never known to speak a harmful word against any one. His deeds of charity were known only to those whom he helped in distress and need. He had been in bad health for eight years; but, in spite of a feeble body, he was patient and never complained. His last illness was short but painful, and all that loving hands could do was done; but death had lifted his heavy hand, and neither loving care nor medical skill could stay it. Around his death bed gathered his mother, four sisters and two brothers--the first time we had all met together in twenty-five years. As his aged mother knelt by his bedside and committed his soul to God, he closed his eyes and a smile of peace took the place of pain and suffering.
Another chair is vacant in the old home tonight, but another hand beckons us onward and upward.
May there be a sweet reunion in heaven, around the throne of Christ, with all the loved ones whom he precedes to that blissful abode, where there are no more partings and no more good-byes.
Obit in Macon Telegraph May 19, 1903 p6
Rogers--James T. Rogers died in Macon, GA., May 18, 1903, at the age of 51 years. Being left fatherless in early childhood, he devoted his whole life to his widowed mother and widowed sisiter. He lived a quiet life and was never known to speak a harmful word against any one. His deeds of charity were known only to those whom he helped in distress and need. He had been in bad health for eight years; but, in spite of a feeble body, he was patient and never complained. His last illness was short but painful, and all that loving hands could do was done; but death had lifted his heavy hand, and neither loving care nor medical skill could stay it. Around his death bed gathered his mother, four sisters and two brothers--the first time we had all met together in twenty-five years. As his aged mother knelt by his bedside and committed his soul to God, he closed his eyes and a smile of peace took the place of pain and suffering.
Another chair is vacant in the old home tonight, but another hand beckons us onward and upward.
May there be a sweet reunion in heaven, around the throne of Christ, with all the loved ones whom he precedes to that blissful abode, where there are no more partings and no more good-byes.
Rogers--James T. Rogers died in Macon, GA., May 18, 1903, at the age of 51 years. Being left fatherless in early childhood, he devoted his whole life to his widowed mother and widowed sisiter. He lived a quiet life and was never known to speak a harmful word against any one. His deeds of charity were known only to those whom he helped in distress and need. He had been in bad health for eight years; but, in spite of a feeble body, he was patient and never complained. His last illness was short but painful, and all that loving hands could do was done; but death had lifted his heavy hand, and neither loving care nor medical skill could stay it. Around his death bed gathered his mother, four sisters and two brothers--the first time we had all met together in twenty-five years. As his aged mother knelt by his bedside and committed his soul to God, he closed his eyes and a smile of peace took the place of pain and suffering.
Another chair is vacant in the old home tonight, but another hand beckons us onward and upward.
May there be a sweet reunion in heaven, around the throne of Christ, with all the loved ones whom he precedes to that blissful abode, where there are no more partings and no more good-byes.
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