Butts-Catoosa County GaArchives Obituaries.....Head, G. W. 1897
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Jackson Argus – Butts County, Week of October 15, 1897
Patillo Lodge is in sorrow for another one of her craftsmen.  Our friend and 
brother, G. W. Head, was made a master mason in October, 1894, for his support 
and consel, and love for the craft was unbounded, he was always interested in 
the welfare of the craft at large, and for our lodge, was anxious for our 
success and insisted on us enforcing the Masonic law, all of which he was well 
informed on.  As a brother of the craft, we were always glad for him to be at 
our meetings.

He has many times responded to the brother-call, and the widows’ need from 
every section of Georgia, and while we mourn because he is absent, sad because 
he is gone; but every mason’s widow, every distressed brother, lost a good 
friend when George Head died.

I gave him the “Lamb-skin” and Bro. Lamden gave him the trowel.  The lamb-skin 
he wore with credit, while he bore many burdens for his friends, and in all 
business, he never soiled the apron, but kept it untarnished while he wore it 
worthily, which was a great pleasure to him, and an honor to the fraternity.

The working tools he has used well; whereby are found time for the service of 
God and distressed brethren, all the time divesting his heart of many 
superfluities of life.  By doing so, he has fitted himself for that spiritual 
building – that house not made with hands – eternal in heaven.  He has ever 
walked uprightly before God, he has squared his actions by the square of 
virtue, and remembered that while traveling upon the level of time, that 
undiscovered country from whence no traveler returns.  With trowel, he has been 
spreading the cement of brotherly love and affections that cement and unite us 
in one sacred band of brethren.

Our deceased brother was born at Riverside on the lovely Towaliga river, nearly 
50 years ago.  In his early young manhood the war broke out, during which he 
lost the opportunity of a collegiate course.  After the war he engaged in 
farming, and was successful.  About that time, he went west, and his travels 
extended over what is now the Pacific states.

After his return he was married to Miss Carrie Phinazee, in 1873.  He never was 
identified with any religious determination.  As a soldier he was kind and 
fearless; as a husband, provident and devoted; as a parent, indulgent and 
affectionate; as neighbor, self-sacrificing and charitable; as a friend, firm 
and confiding; as a citizen faithful and trusting; he walked uprightly, and 
when the summons came to pass over the river – as he had been a great sufferer 
from rheumatism – his last words were:” It is all for the best.”

The Masonic brethren of Patillo, High Falls and Ringgold lodges, whom he 
associated with for 5 years, sorrowfully laid him to rest, feeling that he had, 
by an upright life before God and man, earned the reward he hoped to receive, 
and which they believe has ere this been joyfully bestowed by the King of kings 
and Lord of All.

He had the marked traits of his nationality, quick of speech, easily roused, 
rapid of utterance, and defiant of consequences – yet he melted at the story of 
the suffering like a tender girl – and with all the lavish sympathy of a noble 
heart he would liberally give to the poor and needy.

For 50 well spent years he abided among men, and in the prime of manhood, 
affliction laid her heavy hand on him and ripened the heavy sheaf of his head 
from this earthly stalk into the granary of God.

May the turf which rests upon him be as green as the banks of the Towaliga, and 
may the soft south winds ever fan the place of his repose.  May the smile upon 
the face of his spirit be as bright as the one which lighted his earthly 
countenance when he was made a Master Mason.

In this solemn hour of mourning, we bid farewell; and hail farewell, for 
earthly efforts to the good of the craft, farewell to the burdens of Masonic 
duties, farewell to the heavy laden years, farewell to the pain and torture of 
earthly things; but all to the glory world; all hail to the glory of a 
Celestial Temple, where the bright illuminations of the working tools of the 
craft attest that the labor is done, weariness departed, and the cap-stone of 
glory is laid by the great Grand Master’s hand.

T. P. Bell, W. P. White, J. B. Bell, Committee


 


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