Grady County GaArchives Obituaries.....Peebles, Jr., Mrs. J. L. October 31 1918 ************************************************ Copyright. All rights reserved. http://www.usgwarchives.net/copyright.htm http://www.usgwarchives.net/ga/gafiles.htm ************************************************ File contributed for use in USGenWeb Archives by: Janet Sumner http://www.genrecords.net/emailregistry/vols/00011.html#0002510 June 1, 2004, 4:40 pm The Cairo Messenger, Friday, November 8, 1918 Funeral of Mrs. J. L. Peebles, Jr. Held Saturday Mrs. J. L. Peebles, Jr., is no more. Mrs. Peebles was taken seriously ill at her home about two weeks ago. In the very outset her condition became so critical, she was immediately removed to a Bainbridge hospital where her trouble became complicated and she gradually grew worse until the end came peacefully last Thursday morning at one o'clock. Mrs. Peebles prior to her marriage was Miss Winnie Webb, daughter of Dr. J. F. Webb, of Whigham. She spent the most of her childhood days in Whigham, removing from Ocala, Fla., in 1908. She was born in Monticello, Fla., Oct. 9th, 1895 and died October 31st, 1918. She was held in high esteem by every one who knew her and numbered her friends by her acquaintances. This brief space marks the end of one of the most beautifully adjusted lives that ever left its impression on the community. Between its beginning and culmination there lies a personal history that challenges our admiration and will endure long after mother earth receives into her embrace the precious dust, the tenement of clay. Shortly after war was declared by our country she became actively engaged in war relief work in connection with that undertaken by the Whigham Chapter of the Red Cross. In this capacity she distinguished herself by her untiring efforts, contributing liberally and unsparingly of her talents and means to the furtherance of this noble work, which can bring aught but its just reward. True, she had not passed on life's highway the stone that marks the highest point. But becoming weary for a moment lay down by the wayside, using her bludgeon for a pillow, fell into that dreamless sleep that kisses down the eyelids of the tired souls. While yet in love with life and enraptured with the world, she passed in silence back to the dust from whence we all came. Yet, after all it may be best, just in the happiest, sunniest hour of the voyage, while eager winds are kissing every sail, to dash suddenly against the unseen rock, and in an instant hear the bellows roar o'er a sunken ship. For, whether in mid-sea or among the breakers on the farther shore, a wreck must mark, at last, the end of each and all. And every life no matter if its every hour is rich with love and every moment jeweled with joy, will, at its close, be woven of the woof and warp of mystery and death. Our limited reasoning facilities are not sufficiently sublime nor lofty enough to understand why the Master Architect plucks the tender life of the young, so brilliantly fraught with hopes of a bright future, as he does that of those who have spent life's course, and are old; just as it buds into grandeur and fulness. Her hope and faith was firmly grounded upon the rock, Christ Jesus, and the purest sentiments of her soul are expressed in these words: "Shall I fear?" Can the tempest avail or the winds or the earthquake shake this eternal strength, steady from brow to base? Funeral services were solemnized at the residence of her parents on Broad Street in Whigham Saturday morning, being conducted by Rev. T. C. Gardner, pastor of the Methodist church of that place. Interment followed in the Whigham cemetery in the presence of a large number of relatives, friends and the immediate family. Those acting as pall bearers were: D. R. Conner, W. H. Peebles, W. R. Reaves, Frank Webb, S. P. Swicord and Dr. D. J. Blasingame. Condolence is extended the bereaved ones in their hour of sadness. This file has been created by a form at http://www.genrecords.org/gafiles/ File size: 4.1 Kb