Wilcox County AlArchives Obituaries.....Mollie Beck Jones October 20 1904
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Wilcox Progressive Era, Thursday, October 27, 1904

Mrs. E. N. Jones.
  Died in Camden, Alabama on the morning of October 20th, 1904, 
Mollie Beck, wife of Col. E. N. Jones. A husband and four children,
Mrs. Dr. J. F. Jenkins, of Coleandor, Alabama, Misses Mollie and 
Edna and Mr. Paul Everett Jones, of Camden; and two step-children,
Capt. E. N. Jones, of U. S. Army; and Mr. D. B. Jones, of Camden.
The later two knew no difference as her loving care and attention 
made her truly a mother to all. She was the daughter of Colonel 
Franklin K. Beck and his wife, who was Miss Martha Jefferson Tait,
and the only sister of Judge James T. Beck of Camden. To the above
loved ones the blow falls with all of its withering force and 
eclipses the brightness of their lives, but, while bowed in sorrow 
over the sad calamity that has befallen them, they have the comfort
of knowing that she has gone to a brighter world, where suffering is
unknown, to await the coming of those she leaves behind. The death
of this good woman is felt and greatly regretted by the entire 
community, both white and black, as was evidenced by the large 
gathering that followed her remains to the grave. She was born in a
southern home and in the early morning of her life she embibed those
characteristics natural to our clime that go to make up the sunny life
that crowns a happy home, cheerfulness, gentleness and patience, was
blended with affection, courage and resignation, and when the evening
shadows came while standing on the bank of that river which separates
this transitory life from the consecrated joys of the life beyond, she
raised one gentle hand above the sorrowing ones around her to bless 
and cheer them, and with the other she signaled the sentinal at the 
gate beyond, whose portals there is eternal rest.
  To the afflicted family we can only say, that we feel for them, and 
sorrow with them, and sincerely wish that we had the power to, in some
way lessen the grief that this sad calamity has brought to them.


Wilcox Progressive Era, Thursday, November 3, 1904
Mrs. E. N. Jones
  There are characters, that live, but do not move in public circles, 
yet have as potent influence in the home sphere, as those better known 
to the world. Such a character was reared in our midst, and by silent 
guardian of her life, an impression remains, that death can never 
remove.
  Mrs. Mollie Beck Jones was reared in Camden, and as a girl, young 
lady, sister, and later, in the more dignified relations of wife and 
mother, her influence was ever wielding for causes she deemed 
ennobling, just and right.
  The poor were her friends; the suffering, had her gentle 
ministrations, and the visitor left her, with pleasing remembrances. 
The daughter of a gallant officer, the late Col. Franklin K. Beck, who 
gave his life to his country in the war between the States, and of a 
mother whose ancestry is enrolled in our Republic's and State's 
history, and the wife of a most estimable gentleman, her great 
pleasure was the companionship of those near to her, and of those who 
were privileged to call her friend.
  Modest, charitable, worthy and lovely in all of the highest virtues
of womankind, those who knew her best, appreciated her most. When it
was seen, that ere long she was approaching the silent majesty, the 
grave had for her no terrors, as it has, for none who live worthily.
  This lady who was good, kind, generous, reticent, but courageous, 
approached her Maker whom she loved, with a faith that was sublime, 
and haltered the beyond, without fear, and conscious to the last 
moment. Mrs. Jones has gone from us, but in the grandeur of her 
existence, the simplicity of her life, and in the sublimity of her 
nature, she has left for us, a delightful remembrance. And as she 
approached Her God and King, the angels sweetly sang,
     "When thy gentle spirit fled,
     To flights beyond the azure dome,
     The minisrering angels, met and said
     Welcome to thy Home, Sweet Home."
                                         A FRIEND


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