Dooly Co. GA Mollie Joiner Whipple Submitted by Joyce Cason Pheil ************************************************************************ USGENWEB ARCHIVES NOTICE: These electronic pages may NOT be reproduced in any format for profit or presentation by any other organization or persons. Persons or organizations desiring to use this material, must obtain the written consent of the contributor, or the legal representative of the submitter, and contact the listed USGenWeb archivist with proof of this consent. The submitter has given permission to the USGenWeb Archives to store the file permanently for free access. http://www.usgwarchives.net/ *********************************************************************** Vienna Progress Tuesday, November 20, 1894 Mrs. Whipple's Death Mrs. Mollie Joiner Whipple died at 9 o'clock Thursday night the 15th inst. This announcement is one of the saddest ever made in our town. No death has ever caused more genuine sadness, grief and regret among all who ever knew her than Mrs. Whipple's. She was known as one of the purest most self-sacrificing, zealous, intelligent, lovable christian women in all our land. Only a few short months ago she was claimed as a bride by one of our most worthy young men. Transplanted among almost strangers she at once made friends with all and entered upon a life of usefulness in her new home. So good, so true, so pure were here motives that upon her dying bed she prayed that her death might bring some soul to lean upon the Saviour she trusted so implicitly and tried so much to get others to believe upon. When told that she was about to die she kissed repeatedly her husband and exclaimed, "Ah! is this death!" Death has no sting, the grave no victory. Her parents, Mr. and Mrs. John J. Joiner, of Hawkinsville, were with her until death and carried her body back to the old home, Hawkinsville, and laid to rest Friday. Her husband is heart-broken, inconsolable, the parents grief-stricken and sorrowful. She was indeed the light and the life of both homes, the one cherished above all others. May the Great Helper pour balm in bounteous plenty upon their broken hearts.