Paulding County GaArchives Obituaries.....Bennett, Mollie (Austin) [Mrs. M. R.] October 3, 1930
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"The Cleburne News"
Heflin, Cleburne Co,. Alabama

NEWSPAPER Issue of Thursday, NOVEMBER 13, 1930

IN MEMORY OF MRS. MOLLIE BENNETT

Away back on the 14th day of February 1869, Miss Mollie Austin was born in 
Paulding county, Georgia, and with her parents moved to Cleburne county near 
Edwardsville, where she spent her long and useful life. She joined the 
Baptist church in early life at Harmony Grove just above Edwardsville. At 
the age of 22 she married M.R. Bennett, whom everybody loved to call "Uncle" 
Rolan. To this union 12 children were born, nine of whom are living. Six 
sons, Willie Lee, James W., Charley, Odis, Chester and Hester. She is also 
survived by three daughters, Mrs. Hattie Reid, Mrs. Minnie Dingler and Mrs. 
Louella Harper. She leaves 33 grandchildren and one great grandchild.

Sister Bennett had been a widow since "Uncle" Rolan's death some years ago, 
and for the last few years she had been making her home with the different 
children. And, unlike many children, her visits never grew old. When she 
arrived at the home of a child, she knew that her visit would be something 
new to each of her children and their families. Is it not a wonderful 
blessing for the mother to know that when she gets to the home of the son or 
daughter she will be as welcome as free as her babes used to be in her arms. 
This is the case with all well reared children. Then, mother is getting the 
blessing she used to pray for when she used to love and care for your 
little, dimpled hands and feet when you could not trust yourself. She knew 
then that she was laying up treasures, for the time was coming when she 
could not trust herself; she was "casting bread upon the waters" to be 
gathered up many days hence, and she has gathered.

For some time the beloved mother had been in declining health. She had 
reared her family and had done it well. She was victorious in life and 
victorious in death. She was ready to be offered up and to receive her crown 
of righteousness and to rejoin that dear husband and father, on whose arms 
she had rested when weary as they reared their noble family of boys and 
girls.

These noble sons and daughters did not want to realize that their mother was 
growing old, but Father Time said that she must press along, and as time 
pressed her, she grew weaker and weaker and as she swung out between life 
and death, they saw that the brittle thread of life was becoming quite 
slender and that the same would soon fall prey to the circle of the grim 
reaper, who was lurking near by, waiting for the opportune moment when he 
could make a quick stroke with the cycle, as he could see that she was as 
the ripened fruit of the orchard, and waiting for the slightest touch and 
the thread of life would be severed.

But it is such a blessing to know that when the grim reaper began to lurk 
around the dear mother's room, the Angel of Death is always on guard, and as 
mother loosed her hold on life as she reached the edge of the river of 
death, the angel with is lifeboat had rowed near the shore and beckoned to 
the dear mother, and she followed him down to the water's edge and the angel 
placed her carefully, gently, in his lifeboat, and with strong and steady 
arms, and with muffled oars, rowed her safely to the other shore. O, how 
sweet the mother looked as she passed out of our view as she crossed that 
cold and icy stream, but it was not cold to mother. The angel had the 
temperature exactly right and mother was absolutely comfortable. Not a wave 
troubled her peaceful breast.

In time of storm, mother was as the giant oak or the might rocks against 
which the powerful waves of the ocean had beaten; she was steadfast, 
immovable, but when all was well and children happy and full of glee, she 
was vine and fig tree, full of love and tender as a flower.

This good mother was nearing the milestone that marks the highest point in 
human life; was nearing the end of the way, and while you hate to give her 
up, you cannot say that death is not good. We don't know whether the grave 
is the end of this life or whether it is the door to a life more sublime, 
but we have been taught, and we should believe, that those who die in the 
Lord are at perfect rest. We cannot say which is the greatest blessing, life 
or death, neither can we say which is more fortunate, the infant who dies on 
its mother's breast before its lips have learned to form a word, or she who 
journeys all the length of life's uneven road, painfully taking the last 
step with crutch and staff. Every cradle asks us "whence?" and ever coffin 
asks us "whither"....Where did you come from and where are you going?

No light can be rekindled that will resume the light that perishes when 
mother dies. We remember the smiles that dimpled her cheeks and the tears 
that scalded her face....

This mother died at the home of her son Charles M. in Heflin on Friday, 
October the 3rd at 3 p.m. and was gently laid to rest beside the grave of 
the husband at Harmony Grove on Sunday afternoon, October 5th, 1930, her 
sons acting as pallbearers, surrounded by hundreds of sorrowing relatives 
and friends. A Friend.


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