Old Family Documents
These pages will be used to display some of the miscellaneous interesting things I've run across in looking into the family history. There are old clippings, letters, stories, and other material that help show that the people in our past were real folks and not just names and dates.
The house sits by the side of the road. The same footsteps have been resounding through its walls for more than half a century. In 1886 it was in the making. The sound of the axe, in the hand of the young owner, went ringing through the forest of tall pine trees which was almost unbroken for many miles in every direction. Four years before, he had married Tina Hardin, when he was only 19, she 17. Their home had been elsewhere, but now they had moved into the new house where they were to live for fifty years and more--and--but wait--.
The sighing breeze resounded through the tree-tops. A mother was singing. No lullaby this time, but her child had heard that many a time. "Jesus Lover of My Soul, Let Me to Thy Bosom Fly". The reader is familiar with the song.
The house done, he wends his way down the incline, the traces jingling, the sun rising in purple glory over the eastern hills, to work in the corn fields, for the mother and their babies must be fed. Eleven were born to them, nine living now. Throughout the years he was to continue in this exalted work, her keeping the house. Second Saturdays saw no work after dinner, for the mules hitched to the wagon, carried all the family down the incline and over the sandy road to Meridian Church where "Uncle Jeff" was a deacon--and one of the best. "Aunt Tina", too, had her place at church and would be missed when she failed to go. While very young she had heard the faithful preachers' warning from God's word, "Ye must be born again", and had heeded the invitation to come to Christ. Her future life was to run parallel with the Bible teachings.
The breathing was a struggle. "Aunt Tina" was at the door of death. The aged husband requested that prayer be had beside the bed. The noble son-in-law preacher, Rev. J. H. McGregor requested the writer to lead. The silence, when we knelt, was broken only by the heavier breathing of her who so soon was to pass away. Used to many experiences in several states, the writer had met nothing like this. Could these quiet ones who knelt there have known--but they didn't--they would have not been surprised at his earnest pleadings, almost a whisper. He had spent hours the night before in tearful agonies with the Lord asking Him to bless every home in Calhoun County, where his work is.
The old house sits by the side of the road. The tinkle of the cowbell would be heard on the morning air. "Uncle Jeff" walks through the old hall as in days of yore--but alone. The old place where the romping children used to be a familiar sound, and where visitors were always welcomed and made so pleasant will see "Aunt Tina" on earth no more. The full moon, shining through ethereal realms high up in the heavens sends its velvety beams to earth to light it up in splendor. At one o'clock Saturday morning the angel of the Lord came down, unseen, unbidden, and carried the lovely spirit to the land of the angels. Well done--Aunt Tina--well done. We will all miss you and look through memory's veil at your beautiful life--and follow you soon.
In the old church-yard at Rocky Mount, where so many lie sleeping the last long sleep; the choir sang sweetly Sunday, "Nearer, My God, To Thee" as we lowered her body into the open grave. A mound of fresh earth is there--that is true. many friends and relatives are sorrowing--that is true, too. But a greater truth, and a sweet one, "Aunt Tina" sings 'The grand new song" with the angel band in the heavenly choir.
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