Saturday, July 22, 2017


WILLIAM MERCER, Ohio County, Ky. William Mercer Sr., was born in Northumberland County, England, December 28, 1819. In early manhood he engaged in business for himself in his native country, and remained in that country until 1854, when he immigrated to America, and settled in Schuylkill County, Penn., and followed mining. In 1869, he removed to Tuscarawas, Ohio, continuing in the same business, but soon after removed to Muhlenburgh County, Ky., and opened a mine at Mercer Station. He remained at the latter station until 1878, at which time he opened the Emporia Mine in Ohio County, Ky., near Beaver Dam, on the Chesapeake, Ohio & Southwestern Railroad. Mr. Mercer's first wife, Ann Stobs, of England, died in 1861, leaving a large family to mourn their loss: John James, died while in the army in 1865; he was a member of Company E, Forty-eighth Pennsylvania Regiment; Thomas, an engineer on the Chesapeake, Ohio & Southwestern Railroad; William and Walter, partners with their father in the Emporia Mine; the sixth son, Andrew, was killed in the above mine in 1881; Elizabeth, wife of Kinch Reno, conductor on the Chesapeake, Ohio & Southwestern Railroad. In 1865, Mr. Mercer married a most estimable lady, Mrs. Isabella Ingleby, a widow with three children. The fruit of this second marriage is one son — Ambrose. Mr. Mercer and his family are consistent members of the Methodist Episcopal Church, strong temperance men and members of the Odd Fellow and Masonic fraternities. They are prominent in the community for their strict integrity and fair dealing, and well merit the success that has crowned their efforts. 

Source: J. H. BATTLE, W H. PERRIN, & G. C. KNIFFIN 1895

Note:  John William Mercer died 16 Aug 1902 and is buried in Oak Grove Cemetery, Paducah, McCracken County, KY.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Kathleen Leach

A Teacher's Journey Through Life
A 100 year old remembers

In a farmhouse six miles out of the town of Beaver Dam, Kentucky, Kathleen Leach was born on December 10, 1912, to mother, Francis (Allen) and father, Forest Leach. Their farm was between their maternal and paternal grandparents farms.  When World War I ended Kathleen remembered her uncles, Oscar and Clarence Allen returning from France. They came home in 1920, and the impressionable eight year old girl remembered them telling her stories.
“Uncle Clarence was part of the Army of Occupation after the fighting. He was marched to the beach and thought that they would  be shipped home, but they learned that they would become occupation troops,” Kathleen said. 'The Germans had been told by the Kaiser that if the Americans won the war  that they would kill all German men and rape the women.  The troops were housed in German's houses. When Uncle Clarence and another man were housed in a German woman's house she was terrified that they  would  rape and kill her. So, she cooked them a chicken dinner  hoping that if they liked the food they would spare her. The two soldiers, not having had a hot meal in months, ate the entire chicken and were happy for the night. They didn't rape or kill the woman and left on friendly terms when they finally moved out of her house.”

Growing up in Kentucky 100 years ago

On Decoration Day (now called Memorial Day) Kathleen's mother gave all the little kids an American flag to place on the soldier's graves. The kids would place the flag on one of the graves and say something about the fallen warrior.  “Many of the soldiers were from the Civil War, but we knew something about them all,” Kathleen remembered.Decoration Day was an important day then. I don't think the young children do that anymore.”
Church was an important part of life in Beaver Dam, having been formed as a community in 1874 by a group of Baptist; however, in the early years after the turn of the century, there was no permanent pastor to preside over Sunday services. Many of the community's activities revolved around the church, so once a month her father would take his wagon to the train station and pick-up a travelling preacher who would stay with them for the night then preside over the service. Her father would than take him back to the train station.
On Christmas Eve, the parents of Beaver Dam would bring their child's Christmas present to the small Church and place it under the large fresh cut Christmas tree, unwrapped. After the Christmas Eve service someone dressed up like Santa passed out the gifts, one by one, to the excited children. Kathleen said that each child got only one gift. There was a beautiful large doll under the tree one year. Kathleen fell in love with it and didn't really pay much attention to who was getting the other gifts because she could not take her eyes off the doll. When all the gifts had been given out the Santa picked up the doll and handed it to Kathleen. She was so surprised, and shocked, that she just stared at it and did not say a word. On the trip home in the wagon her mom finally asked her, “Do you like the doll?' Kathleen smiled and said yes. She remembered it as her best present ever.
            She was 10 years old when they moved off of the farm to Owensboro, Kentucky. They moved the thirty miles by horse and wagon, making the move because Owensboro had a high school, where as Beaver Dam only had a one room school that ended with the eighth grade. Kathleen's mother, Francis, never finished high school herself, and was insistent that her daughter would graduate. Kathleen graduated from Owensboro High School in 1929 and then went on to attend Murray State Teachers College. “I was helped getting into college by my pastor, it was a Baptist College," she said "I worked for the college to pay for my room and board.”

Kathleen (R) & Cousin Libby 1920's

Kathleen upper row right with friends, 1930's

Living through the Great Depression

            Kathleen graduated in 1933 and then taught at the same one room school that she had attended in Beaver Dam, Excelsior School, earning $25.50 a month. It was at the height of the Great Depression and the school could only pay her for two months. She still continued to teach there for free. 

Kathleen's first class of students, 1934-35 in Beaver Dam, Excelsior School

During this period she had a hard time finding a paying job as a teacher. Her father moved to Whiting, Indiana looking for work. He had been earning a living selling tobacco off the family’s farm, but during the depression sales fell off so much that he had to migrate to where the jobs were. “There were no jobs in Kentucky then, and everyone said go to Detroit, Michigan, because there's work up there. But dad found work in Whiting on his way  up, after meeting another Kentucky man who told him that if he looked there he'd be hired that day,” Kathleen remembered. Her mother moved up afterward and then she did too, finally finding work there herself.  Other  families from Kentucky moved to the Gary area to find work, including her best friend and cousin, Elizabeth Wright, called Libby by everybody. But the Great Depression was hard on many people and Kathleen was forced to move around finding teaching jobs. She would teach in Wisconsin, Indiana, Michigan and Illinois before finding a permanent job in Chicago at the North Park Christian School in 1947.  In the meantime, she pursued her master's degree in the Romance Languages of Latin, French and Spanish from the University of Chicago.

            Still living in Whiting, Indiana, in the early 1940's, Kathleen took a bus from Gary into Chicago's south side where it would drop her off 11 blocks away from the University of Chicago campus. “I was never afraid,” Kathleen remembered, “even though the cars never slowed down.” She continued taking that bus to earn several master's degrees. During World War II she finally found steady work teaching in Whiting, but not at only one school. That would come after the war when she was hired by the North Park Christian School, later called the North Park Academy, where she remained for the next 29 years; retiring in 1976 after a 42 year career as a teacher.

            Her best friend and cousin, Libby Wright Conn, convinced her to move to Chesterton, Indiana, to be near her after retirement; which she did. Kathleen couldn't simply sit still though; she taught, for free again, this time at the Chesterton Adult Learning Center. For the next 17 years she instructed English as a second language. Over the past 35 years in Chesterton she was active with the Liberty Bible Church, volunteering her time and efforts, as well as volunteering more time in the Chesterton Library. In 2011 she moved into Rittenhouse of Valparaiso, where she is visited by friends and family. One of those friends, Daria Sheets, who met Kathleen at church, listened to all of her stories and called Generations the Magazine to suggest that we tell this story about this incredible woman.

            On turning 100, Kathleen stated that her secret is that she  didn't die yet. She also suggests that you eat your dessert first, which she often does, drink whole milk several times a day, (she has up to three glasses with each meal) and have faith in God. Her personal hero is her mother and her advice to others is to try to do what I would like others to do for me.

Kathleen and Libby 2003

Kathleen and Daria 2013

Source: Generations the Magazine
December 2012/January 2013

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Charles Wallace

Charles Wallace was born in Baltimore, Maryland in 1777 and married Nancy Benton 16 April 1797. Charles and Nancy moved to Ohio County in 1798 where he built the first water mill on Rough Creek. He also built the first two Ohio County courthouses, and built a fine home for himself north of Hartford.  There was a Wallace family cemetery on the property.

Below is an image (a painting) of the Charles Wallace home I found on that was added by Charles Westerfield, II.

And here is another image of the house found on the internet dated 1810. This is also a painting.

Below is an actual photograph of the Charles Wallace house I found on Kentucky Digital web site. The photo was made by Carolyn Murray-Wooley and is undated, but it was undoubtedly taken when the home was in distress (front porch gone).

Also, a historical marker was installed on KY 69 near the Wallace home with the following information:

Builder and owner Charles Wallace erected first two courthouses in Ohio Co. The carpenter-contractor and his brother operated county's first water mill. Wallace came to area in 1798 and built his home ca. 1820, 1/2 mi. north. House had movable wall, which the Wallaces often raised for early Methodist meetings. Home listed on National Register of Historic Places.

[I have been unable to find a photo of the historical marker]

Charles married Nancy Benton in Maryland and they moved to Ohio County in 1798. He and his wife were zealous members of the Methodist Episcopal Church.  They were the parents of 14 children.

Charles Wallace died 14 Oct 1838 at age 61 and was buried in the family cemetery which is located about 4 miles east of Hartford and north of Highway 69.

In recent time someone living in house got tired of folks coming to see the home and destroyed the historical marker.  Later the house was abandoned and fell down, and later the man farming the property got tired of the cemetery in middle of the field and removed the grave markers.  

Recently some descendants of Charles Wallace met each other in Hartford for the first time and were told about the Charles Wallace property, historical marker, and cemetery. So they decided to find the location of the Wallace Cemetery and raise some money to restore the grave markers that had been removed.  The markers that were removed have also been found and are in the process of being restored.  It is hoped that the historical marker will be reinstalled.

A short film was made in 1981 and published in 1987 by the Genealogical Society of Utah titled “House of Charles Wallace, Ohio County, Kentucky” (author Richard O. Lindsey) that portrays a painting of the house built by Charles Wallace and a portrait of Charles Wallace. It looks like this can be seen at the Family History Library in Salt Lake City and at the Willard Library, Evansville, IN.  I have not seen this.

Here is a photo of a water mill built by Charles Wallace in Hartford, dated 1897.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017


DR. JAMES W. MEADOR, Ohio County, was born November 6, 1838, in Breckinridge County, Ky., where he attained his majority, and in 1864, removed to Pattieville, Ohio County, where he has since resided. His father, Jubal Meador, a native of Bedford County, Va. , was born February 26, 1800, and is now living in Breckinridge County, where he located in 1810. He is the son of William Meador, a soldier at Yorktown, in the Revolutionary war, who died in 1823. He was of English extraction. Jubal married Elizabeth, daughter of William Hanks, of Breckinridge County, Ky., and to them were born Eliza (Parson), Thomas, Margaret (Overton), William, John P., Rhoda (Carwile), Elizabeth (McCann), and Dr. J. W. Meador.  Dr. Meador was married, in 1859, to America V., daughter of Samuel and Nellie (Maxwell) Matthews, of Ohio County; she was born June 2, 1839, and departed this life October 30, 1881. In 1861, Dr. Meador commenced the study of medicine, and in 1864 was with Dr. T. N. Warfield, of Cloverport, for seven months, and then located at Pattieville, where he practiced his profession four years. In 1868 he attended lectures at the University of Louisville, from which he graduated in 1869, and has since that time been successfully engaged in his chosen calling. He is an honored member of the Masonic fraternity, is connected with the Cumberland Presbyterian Church, and in politics is a Republican. In 1873-74, and again in 1877-78, Dr. Meador was chosen by his fellow-citizens as their representative in the legislature of Kentucky.

Source: J. H. BATTLE, W H. PERRIN, & G. C. KNIFFIN 1895

Note:  Dr. Meador died 13 Jan 1904 in Ohio County and is buried in the Pleasant Grove Cemetery, Ohio County.

Son of Jubal & Elizabeth "Hanks" Meador. Husband of 1. America V. "Matthews" Meador married Feb. 8. 1859. 2. Mattie "Herndon" Meador. In Memory of Dr. J.W. Meador. Life's fitful fever is over and great and kindly soul sleeps well, and I will endeavor, though somewhat tardily, to do what in life I promised my friend I would do. James W. Meador was born in Breckenridge county on November 8, 1838, and spent his youth and early manhood in the manner of a country boy of that period. He chose the profession of medicine, and was graduated from the University of Louisville in 1869 with distinguished credit. He located at Shreve in Ohio county where he entered at once upon a lucrative practice which, together with implicit confidence of the people, he held until his death. Such was his popularity that in 1873 the Republicans of the county nominated him for Representative, believing that he was only man that could overcome a very large Democratic majority. After a closely contested election, he was elected over his opponent, Wm Coleman, by a substantial majority, being the first Republican to carry the county. Again in 1877 he was elected a member of the General Assembly and, as before, he served with distinction the people who had honored him. In both elections he was given almost a solid vote from his home country. He was an able stump speaker, and a unique and successful campaigner. In the political annals of the county no man ever stood higher in his party councils, or enjoyed the respect and consideration of his adversaries more. But, eminent as he was in public life, it was in the practice of his profession that he showed himself to be a public benefactor. With him there was no distinction between prince and peasant. He answered the call and ministered to the wants of the humbly poor with the same alacrity that he answered the summons of those in affluence. He showed by his self sacrifice in his effort to aid others that wherever the path of duty and honor may have led, however steep and rugged it may have been, he was ready to walk in it. Commonplace as it may seem, he realized that this doing of his duty embodied the highest ideal of life and character. While there have been nothing heroic in his faithful performance of duty, and the common lot of man is not heroic, yet was it not magnificent? The sense of having alleviated suffering, mitigated sorrow, of duty performed, that was with him through a long and eventful life, was no doubt with him to console and sustain in that scene of inconceivable solemnity which marked its close. In his spare moments he found time to acquaint himself with every subject that engaged the thinking minds of the age, and especially did he love---the bards sublime whose distant footsteps echo down the corridors of time. In 1893 he supplemented his medical training with a post graduate course in the Chicago Policlinic. In his county he stood without a peer in his profession, and as a general practicionor he had few equals. His profound research, his depth of thought, his extensive travel, his congeniality, and his sympathetic heart made him a delightful associate. Though affliction cast a shadow over his later life, to his friends he was ever the same. In his death the people among whom he practiced sustained a loss they could hardly realize. On the evening of January 13th, 1904, after a brave but ineffectual struggle against the dissolution which comes to us all, the last flickering shadows or the evening of life faded, and he fell quietly to sleep to be awakened only by the final trumpet call. In life he built his own monument; in death he need his no eulogy. He left a wife and all his acquaintances to mourn his sad demise. Kind hands and loving hearts prepared for him a vault in the Pleasant Grove cemetery which will, no doubt, defy the unkind touch of relentless time. Here on the afternoon of January 19, after an address by Dr. Godsey, he was laid quietly to rest in the presence of a vast concourse of his friends, among the scenes of his early life its noonday, and its close. He was sixty five years old. His death was due to a complication of troubles. To me Dr. Meador was ever a loyal friend, and his many acts of kindness and words of social cheer will ever be held in enduring and grateful remembrance. J.M.D.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Cromwell Home Guard Organized

Cromwell Home Guard Organized

In west central Kentucky after Lincoln’s call for troops, men and boys living near Cromwell and elsewhere in Ohio County, put down their plows and picked up their guns to defend their homes.  The Cromwell Home Guard was organized in June 1861. As members of the Guard, they were anxious to help protect their own family members and homes, and indeed, the homes all over the county, against Confederate raiders. (At least 150 men from Ohio County served in the Cromwell Home Guard. It appears that the commanding officer was Captain W. H. Porter. This unit was active about seven or eight months and many of these men subsequently enlisted in the Union Army. See my blog posted August 13, 2012 for a list of names of members of the Cromwell Home Guard.)

            The Cromwell Home Guard guarded ferries, constructed bridges, and sabotaged and destroyed Rebel obstructions.  The Guard became an important source of information to Union troops about the enemy forces.  One of their most significant jobs was keeping Union troops informed about the size and moves of Confederate forces in the area.  The Home Guard from Cromwell was also a constant menace to active Confederate couriers in the area, who often carried supplies, messages and intelligence of updated strength and disposition. The Cromwell Home Guard took pride in their jobs to try to foil the Rebel ambitions, and they became recognized by Union leaders for their daring and courage in west central Kentucky.

Less than a year after joining two members of the unit were taken prisoner while on duty near Borah’s Ferry on New Year’s Day 1862, in Ohio County.  They were carried off and put in a Confederate prison in Maryland, and later were to be exchanged at Aiken’s Landing, Virginia

Subsequent research at the National Archives verified that Thomas Smith was a member of the Cromwell Home Guard when he was taken prisoner by Confederate troops January 1, 1862, at a point between Borah’s Ferry on Green River and Bowling Green, Warren County, Kentucky.  He and his friend, James A. Stevens, who were guarding the ferry together, were captured and carried off by the Confederates.  James A. Stevens and Thomas Smith were later paroled from prison at Aiken’s Landing, below Dutch Gap on the James River, Virginia, on September 14, 1862, as of Company E., 15th Kentucky.  Thomas later died in a prison hospital at Annapolis, Maryland, November 16, 1862, while waiting to be sent home.

James Axley Stevens, captured along with Thomas Smith on New Year’s Day, 1862, survived the war and returned home to Ohio County.  Born in 1817, he was the son of Henry Stevens and Hannah Bennett, both of whom are said to have come to Ohio County, from Montgomery County, Maryland.

The Stevens and Smith families appear to be closely connected and some of the families may have intermarried.  Almost five years later, on the 21st day of October, 1869, Thomas Smith’s friend, James A. Stevens, gave an affidavit, along with several others, on behalf of and for the benefit of Kitty Ann Smith (widow of Thomas Smith), when she was trying to obtain a widow’s pension.  In this affidavit, James declared and made oath:

            “that he and Thomas Smith were both members of Capt. William H. Porter’s Company of Home Guards, and that on the 1st day of January, a squad of the company were guarding Borah’s Ferry on Green River by order of Colonel McHenry of the 17th, who was then at Hartford, and the Rebels then held Bowling Green and the ferry way between those points, and that the squad was captured by the Rebels, and affiant and Smith were retained in custody until 15th Sept. 1862 when they were paroled and sent to Annapolis, Md.  Smith was sick at the time they were paroled, and Thomas was sent to a hospital and died there of diahrrea (sic) which disease he caught while a captive.”

            Kitty Ann (Jenkins) Smith, then age 32, was never to see her husband again. She was left with a small farm near Cromwell and the duty of raising their five young children, ranging in age from six months to eleven years.  She eventually obtained a widow’s pension by a special Act of Congress.  It took a special Act because her husband was in the Home Guards, and not a soldier in the regular U. S. Army.  But, because the Home Guard militia had been ordered out by Col. John McHenry of the 17th Kentucky Regiment, Thomas Smith’s duty at Borah’s Ferry was considered to be active war service.  She was granted a pension of $8.00 per month as shown in the Special Act of Congress below:

CHAP. CDXXIV. — An Act granting a Pension to Kitty A. Smith:

Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled, That the Secretary of the Interior be, and he is hereby, authorized and directed to place upon the pension roll,  subject to the provisions and limitations of the pension laws, the name of Kitty A. Smith, widow  of  Thomas  Smith,  late  a  private  in  the Ohio county, Kentucky, home guards,  and  pay  her  a  pension  at  the  rate of eight dollars per month from the passage of this act. 

Approved, March 3, 1873.

Submitted  by Janice Cox Brown, Coppell, Texas

Wednesday, July 5, 2017


CHAMBURS I. MAXEY, Ohio County, was born in Warren County, Ky., July 15, 1851; he is a son of John J. and Elizabeth Maxey, both natives of Warren County. John Maxey, the father of our subject, was first married to Polly Bellar, in the year 1833; to them were born four sons; Calvin and Wilson (who died at an early age), William W., and John M., who enlisted in the civil war of 1861. William was killed in the battle of Shiloh, Tenn., in 1862. John J. Maxey's second marriage was with Miss Elizabeth Hudnall, April 2, 1844. Their union was blessed with thirteen children, nine of whom lived to be grown and married, eight of whom are living (1885): Prudence A., Ann H., Althea M., Julie E., Hesser C., Willie W., Chamburs I., and Warren W.  Edward Maxey, the grandfather of our subject, was a native of Virginia, where he married Judy White, and removed to Kentucky in an early day. Chamburs I. Maxey, in 1872, began to work for himself; raised a crop of corn, and in the autumn of that year married Fannie R., daughter of Joseph Hudnall, of Ohio County. After marriage, Mr. Maxey rented land for one year, and in 1873, removed to Ohio County, and settled on his father-in-law's land, where he now resides. He has opened a nice little farm, well fenced and improved, and gives his entire attention to farming, in which he is successful, and is one of the rising young farmers of Ohio county. Mr. and Mrs. Maxey are the parents of three children: Joseph J., Minnie M., and Ida Pearl. Mr. Maxey and wife are members of the Presbyterian Church, and in politics Mr. Maxey is a Republican.

Source: J. H. BATTLE, W H. PERRIN, & G. C. KNIFFIN 1895

Note:  Chamburs Irwin Maxey died 8 Jun 1933 in Akron, Ohio and is buried in Tallmadge Cemetery, Summit County, Ohio.

And his brother:

REV. MILBURN A. MAXEY was born March 7, 1848, and died November 6, 1884, aged thirty-six years seven months and twenty-nine days. He died of liver disease. He joined the Logan Presbytery of the Cumberland Presbyterian Church, at Cavena, Hart Co., Ky., October 1869. He went to Cumberland University in February, 1870. He was licensed to preach at Rockfield, Warren Co., Ky., on the 12th day of August, 1871, in his twenty-fourth year, and was ordained in 1872. He preached in Arkansas County, Ark., during the summer of 1872, and witnessed fifty conversions. He graduated in theology, in Cumberland University, in June, 1875, and began his active labors as a pastor in Christian County, Ky., where he continued to labor incessantly and with great acceptance and efficiency until he left there, nearly three years ago, and removed to Columbia, Tenn., where he labored until his death. In Columbia he was universally beloved by his church, and not only by his own church but by other denominations, and by outsiders generally. He had won a strong hold upon the affections of the people, both inside and outside of his church. He was a favorite with all classes. He was the friend of the poor man as well as the rich. He made no distinctions, and wherever suffering humanity called for assistance, like his blessed Master, he was ready to go and render any aid in his power. He was an uncompromising advocate of the truth, and it is believed that he would sooner have suffered martyrdom than to have sacrificed his conscientious convictions of truth and duty. He was sympathetic, tender and kind toward all with whom he came in contact. He was affable in his intercourse with men, and by his genial disposition won the affections of all he chanced to meet. But Brother Maxey's race is run. He has fought the last battle, and though he fell in the fight, yet he has triumphed over death, and has ascended to be forever with the Lord. He conversed freely before his death about his future prospects. On Tuesday afternoon, November 4, the substance of the following conversation took place: I said to him: "Brother Maxey, I did not get to go to our last meeting of Presbytery. You preached the opening sermon: what was your text?" "I preached twice. My text on Friday was John III, 30: 'He must increase, but I must decrease.' My text on Sabbath was 2 Cor. III, 18: 'But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.'"

The Rev. T. J. Duncan (Methodist) said: "Brother Maxey, if you have anything to say to your wife, children, father, sister, or friends, you might say it now. We do not wish to alarm you, but the chances are against your getting well, and you should make any arrangements you might want to make now while you can." To this he replied: "This does not excite me. I am prepared for it." Then, addressing his father, he spoke of his life insurance policy, to the amount of $5,000, which he had carried until within a few months past, when he had to drop it on account of financial pressure. This, of course, is lost. What a warning to others, with a slight hint to churches to carry a policy on the life of their pastor for the benefit of his helpless family. Brother Maxey said, however, "I have been young, and though not yet very old, yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread."

Turning to the writer, he said, "Do you remember those sweet little songs we sang when your little Willie lay dying? Then you know the song 'Nearer, Dearer,' " and in a clear and very distinct voice he sang the chorus:

Nearer, dearer, I long to feel my Saviour,
Nearer, dearer, hour by hour.

His wife said, "If it should come to the worst, where do you want to be laid to rest?" He replied, "On that grand old hillside where I used to play in childhood, if it suits you all." Brother Duncan said, "But Brother Maxey, would you not like it better, if it suited all around, to be buried here in the midst of your flock, where they could watch over your grave and do you honor?" Finally he said, "I only wanted to honor my father and mother, but if agreeable, let it be as Ida wishes it." His wife asked him for his favorite hymn. He replied, "All Hail the Power of Jesus' name." She then asked him for his favorite chapter. He said, "Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me bless his holy name.” He then quoted many passages of Scripture and favorite verses of poetry. "When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee," was repeated frequently. Referring to his church, he said, "Fear not, little flock, for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom." And with many other words did he exhort us that evening. He lay quietly for some time repeating the precious Scripture promises, sach as, “In my Father's house are many mansions," etc., "Lead me to the rock that is higher than I." At one time he said, "I wish that you all knew how easy it is to die." Then he said, "He will never leave me nor forsake me." Just before he died, his wife, bending over him, anxious to know if he were still conscious, and if he still recognized her, said, "Who is this talking to you?" He said, "It is my own sweet Ida." Then at last he said, "Farewell, farewell to all." We knew that his last moments were near, and we asked, “Is Jesus with you yet?" "O yes; he is with me all the time." "Do you suffer any pain?" "None at all. All is well with me forever." He then spoke of his dear departed loved ones, and said, "They have gone on before me, but I shall soon overtake them." And then with rapture he said, "I can almost hear the music of the angels on the other shore.”

The burial services were conducted by the Rev. J. S. Grider, of Bowling Green, Ky., who gave a brief sketch of his life, and called our attention to 2 Tim. IV, 6-8: "For I am now ready to be offered," etc. The discourse was a masterly effort, eliciting the warmest expressions of commendation. Brother Grider was assisted by the Rev. T. J. Duncan, former pastor here of the Methodist Episcopal Church South, and co-laborer here with Brother Maxey, who delivered an earnest and impressive address, indorsing Brother Maxey's work, and giving a brief history of his life since his coming to Columbia. He was followed by the Rev. W. C. Grace, pastor of the Baptist Church, who passed a high eulogy upon the deceased, and spoke in touching words also of his private relation to Brothey Maxey, and of his intercourse with him. The burial was at Rose Hill Cemetery, where he was interred by the K. of P. and the Masonic order. Here he sweetly sleeps beneath the waving pine and the vine-covered earth, waiting for the resurrection of the just. The fallen soldier sleeps on the field of battle, in companionship, with the mighty dead-— the Rev. S. G. Caruthers, the Rev. B. C. Chapman, and hosts of others eminent for piety. We can scarcely realize the fact that our comrade has fallen from our side, but it is so; Milburn A. Maxey is gone. He was our friend, our brother; true in life and faithful in death. Farewell, my true yoke-fellow. The bonds that bound us together in life shall not be sundered by death, for in the "bright forever," “the summer land of song," we expect to meet thee agajn. “Though lost to sight, to memory thou art dear," and we know that thou art only gone before, withdrawn for the present from our view, as the stars of night disappear from our view before the light of day. Yet we know that thou art not lost, but only gone before.

Gone, but not lost, our brother dear!
Gone home to glory and to God.
We meet today, and drop a tear

Where rests his body 'neath the sod.
Gone, but not lost; O no, not lost!

Although he fell in battle strife.
He fell a soldier at his post,

And now he wears a crown of life.
Gone, but not lost! just gone before.
Where Jesus and the angels dwell;

He rests in peace, his labor's o'er,
And we today his triumph tell.

Brother Maxey leaves a wife and three children to mourn their loss, one little daughter — Maud, by his first wife, and two little boys — Milburn and Herschel, by the last.  O! thou God of the widow and fatherless, draw near to these, and comfort and protect them in this great loss! And may the father's fallen mantle fall eventually upon one or both of these dear little boys, and may they fill the vacancy made in the ranks of the ministry, and at last gather together with their sainted father in the realms of eternal day.

Source: J. H. BATTLE, W H. PERRIN, & G. C. KNIFFIN 1895

Note:  Milburn Adalbert Maxey is buried in Rose Hill Cemetery, Columbia, TN.

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Rockport/Echols web site

If you don't know about this web site, you should. It is very well done; very informative; and fun.  It is owned by Jerry R. Durham.  

There is a lot to like. I especially enjoy the part about railroads and soldiers, but there is enough variety to make everyone happy.  So check it out.

P.S.:  If you see Jerry, please thank him for all this work.