Obituary Mr. and Mrs. Abb Jones, Covington, AL

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October 2001

( Mrs. Walter W. Kite)...Opp Weekly News.. Sept, 1933


In Memory of Mr. and Mrs. Abb Jones


On the morning of September 5, 1933, at about noon, when all the world it seemed 
to us was weeping, the death angel came and the sweet spirit of mother accompanied 
it home to Heaven . Then in just about eighteen short days God saw fit to call our 
precious father to be with her.

They had lived happily together for a period of about 60 years. They reared 10 
children, four boys and six girls, and two grandchildren, one boy and one girl, 
all of whom lived to be grown. Two of the girls preceded them to the Glory World 
several years ago. The others were standing around their bedsides. Besides these 
there are numbers of grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and a host of relatives 
and friends to mourn their departure.

After we children and other loving hands had done all we could the good doctor had 
exhausted his medical skill in trying to evade the "pale horse" and his rider, they 
passed on to the other shore. There was a higher voice calling and they gently yielded 
to the call.

Passing  out of the shadows into the clearer day - why do we call it dieing, this 
sweet going away?

We feel that the rod has been very heavily laid upon our parental home, but we look 
to God to strengthen us to bear these heavy trials. We are weak, but He is Mighty. 
It was so hard to see them go, but we could not have them stay here and suffer. We 
know that they are at rest, for we have the sweet assurance. During his sickness we 
have heard him say so many times : " I have fought the fight;" "I am ready to go;" 
"I want to go Home ." Then so many times we have heard him sing the song he loved 
so well, "I Want to go Where Jesus is."

The last morning Mother was with us, we can hear her as she would say, "Children, 
are you all ready?" and she said, "I'm gone, I'm gone." Than she kissed the grandson 
she loved so well and told him to look at the white-robed throng that was waiting for her.

We are sure they are with Jesus, waiting on the other shore-calling children, children,  
children, come home, come home, there's plenty of more for more.

When I think of my childhood days, mother father and home are the tenderest notes on 
the keyboard of my heart, but how lonely and dreary the old home is now! It's precious 
to go to the place where they stayed, but, oh! It's so lonesome. It seems that we have 
to tread softly there. They had been loyal member of the Methodist Church for several 
years. Their home was the preacher's home, a place of rest and comfort for the weary 
pilgrim.  Their heart went out in sympathy for the wayward and orphans.

We know that , while we are so sad here, the Angels in Heaven are rejoicing and that 
one day we shall meet them in Glory. It is so sad to know that we cannot go to the 
dear old home and hear those welcome words such as: "I'm so glad you've come," and 
father would reach out his dear old arms and take us into his loving embrace. We 
can't hear their sweet voices any more, but we can remember their deeds of kindness 
and words of comfort. Oh, how greatly they are missed ! The vacant chairs in the home, 
the vacant seats in the church, are the sad reminders of their lives of usefulness. 
May we cheer up and  look to God, who doeth all things well.

In Isaiah 55-8 we read: "for my thoughts are not your thoughts neither are my ways 
your ways, saidth the Lord." We earthly creatures, in our blindness and short vision 
in this life, would hold to the things that are so dear to us, and at no time in 
life do we come to the place where we, of our own will, are ready to say, "Good-bye 
to a loved one," and let them pass into the great beyond, but would have them stay a 
while longer.

What a blessing that we can realize that they laid down their cross to take up their 
crown and left behind records of their noble Christian lives. We believe that they are 
resting in the arms of Jesus, and as the dear old pastor, Bro. Howell said, as he was 
consoling words to we children, "Weep not, children, it won't be long."

I would like to say to my loved ones, join me in living a life so that we can meet 
them, for they are waiting and watching for us at the beautiful gate. As Christmas 
is drawing near and as they was Homecoming Day with us, now we won't have anywhere 
to go. "Children, love and cheer your parents while you have them." Sometime it will 
only be "Memories." I would like to say here there is no influence in the world  like 
to influence of Christian Parents. Well do I call back the memory days of my childhood 
and the impressions that were made on me then by the teachings of my parents, and now 
since I have grown older, if there's any good in me, it was the teachings of my parents, 
specking through me, leading me on to a higher and nobler life. May I recall with pleasure 
the childhood days of my little brother and I, "my playmate."  I sometimes think our 
childhood days are the happiest on earth. That mother's love, that there's nothing like 
on earth. I believe he would join me with the others in saying : "Mother come back from 
your echoless shore: take me again to your heart as of yore. Over my slumbers your 
loving watch keep, rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep." One of the sweetest homes 
in the world is now lonely and sad. We realize that one by one we cross over the last river, 
one by one we gather at he landing on the other shore. Yes, one by one we'll all be 
gathered home.

They are out of our sight, but not gone, for we live closer together. They have become our 
Guardian Angels.

Their bodies were laid to rest in the Brooklyn cemetery beneath a mound of pretty 
flowers. Rev. J.M. Bedsole of Coffee Springs and Rev. J.W. Howell of Geneva conducted 
the funeral services.

Sleep on, dear father and mother, in the sweet bye and bye, when God tenderly calls 
us we'll meet you in the sky...Written by their Daughter, Allie Jones, Kite