Schley County GaArchives Obituaries.....Strange, Nancy E. April 22, 1840
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The Schley County News  Friday, May 22, 1908  
IN MEMORIUM Mrs. Nancy E. Strange saw the light of this
old world on May 24th 1825.  She was married to E.R.
Strange, Nov. 12th 1840 and joined the Methodist church
in 1863.  On April 22nd 1908 as the world was putting
on it's new spring suit and the trumpet of bird song
was being poured out on the spring air, she heard the
call of another trumpet which drowned all the melodies
of this world.  She saw the invisible wing sweep across
her pillow, a pallor came over her face and her heart
forgot to beat.  She fell asleep as peacefully as a
tired child worn with play falls down to take its
evening nap.  Mrs. Strange was a true wife, a faithful
mother, and a good neighbor.  Deceit and hypocracy, she
detested.  She was plain and open in all her dealings. 
She spoke what she thought.  As to her religion, she
never made any great pretentions but confessed Christ
in her everyday life.  She assured the writer about a
year before her death that it was alright with her and
was only waiting for the call of her father.

As one looks out on this world and sees the changes as
they come, the question arises, what is life?  What is
death?  Today the bird sings in the tree top, they say
this is life.  Tomorrow, the bird is cold at the root
of the tree, to sing its song no more, they say that is
death.  A babe is born into the world, opens its bright
eyes and smiles into a mother's face, that, also, they
say is life, but soon it leaves the cradle and wanders
among the sweet fairyland of youth, and youth soon
wakes into womanhood and the soul is afire.  After a
while, as the years go by, age plows its furrows and
the sunshine of evening paints the locks and keeps the
victim in.  Soon the scene shifts again and we are
called to stand around the coffin of our mother and
grandmother.  There are tear stained cheeks and
merriment is hushed.  They say that is death.  Then we
ask, poor bird, is their no brighter clime where thy
sweet spirit shall sing forever in the tree of life?
Poor worn child, is the! re no better world where the
soul shall wake and smile in the face of God?  Poor old
tired woman who art worn with years!  Is it all of life
to live?  Is it all of life to die?  Is there not a
heaven where thy tattering age shall find immortal
youth, and where real life shall glorify thy face?

A solemn murmur in the soul tells, of a world to be, as
travelers hear the billows roll before they reach the
sea.  There must be a God somewhere.  The astronomers
tell us that as they look through the telescope, they
see millions of suns flaming like angels and still
beyond ten thousand fields of light crowns and shields
and wreaths of stars, islands and suns floating on
boundless seas, and then are there no worlds wheeling
around those suns?  Are there no eyes but ours to see
these floods of light?  No souls on those far away
summer seas?  Surely, there must be somewhere beyond
the world, infinite power and eternal life.  Therefore
we believe that the Christ that spoke peace to the
troubled seas, has whispered peace to our loved one and
that her tired eyes have opened to the light of a
blissful immortality.--Her Grandson.


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