Taylor County GaArchives Obituaries.....Adams, J.H. July 16, 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: Carla Miles http://www.genrecords.net/emailregistry/vols/00010.html#0002476 July 1, 2005, 11:21 pm The Butler Herald, October 3, 1918 The Butler Herald Thursday, October 3, 1918 Page Seven Obituary Mr. J.H. Adams Once again has the grim Destroyer entered our home and laid his icy hands on one of its fairest members. After an illness of two weeks of typhoid fever the silver cord was loosed on Tuesday evening, July 16, 1918 at eight o’clock and the pure spirit of dear papa fled from its tenement of clay and took its flight to Him who doeth all things well. Papa was born November 16, 1869 – died July 16, 1918, making his stay on earth forty-eight years and four months. He was married to Miss Nettie O. Smith November 17, 1895. They lived happily together twenty-two years. To them were born seven children of whom six survive him, three girls and three boys; an aged father and mother, four brothers and six sisters, besides a host of other relatives and friends to mourn this our great loss. When the still voice of God called, “Child, come home,” it was so hard to give him up, but God knew best and saw fit to call him from this world of sin and sorrow and we mourn not as those who have no hope, for we feel sure our loss is his eternal gain. Papa died as he lived – a Christian. A few hours before he died he said, “My time has come, and I am ready to go” and called to see all of his children. Oh, how hard it was to stand by his bedside and look upon his dear face, and realizing how weak we were and how short our arms were, we had to bid one we loved so dearly farewell! Papa joined the Primitive Baptist church when he was 24 years old and was a devoted member until his death. No sacrifice was too great for him to make in this blessed service, he was always present at his meetings. I never remember him missing but one meeting day in my life, that was because he was sick himself. Fourteen years ago he was chosen and ordained as deacon of the church. He was faithful to his God, his family, his church and his community. He was of a cheerful disposition, always looking on the bright side of life, and to Him who doeth all things well. I am unable to utter half the praise which is due him for his well-spent life. To know dear papa was to love him. His friends were many, he was indeed a true friend to everybody, and especially did he look after the welfare of the widow and orphan. He always had a kind word and a smile for everybody he met and knew. A kinder and more affectionate companion and father never lived, always seeking pleasure and comfort for us. Oh, papa, how desolate our home bereft of you – we knew no sorrow – knew no grief, till your dear face was missed. How hard to become accustomed to a voice so still, to the vacant place in our home which never can be filled – “Oh, home is not home, for papa is not here. Dark is his room, and empty his chair – He is gone to that home so peaceful and fair.” We hope some day, dear papa, to meet you in that bright city and sing redeeming grace and endless praise to our blessed Redeemer, where the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest. Oh, may we live that when we come to press the dying pillow we can be like him, say, “we are ready,” and meet death as calm and peaceful as he did. We know he has only gone to that happy home he so often talked about – but oh, how we miss him, but our Heavenly Father knows best. We know his presence has gone from us to return no more, and his body is only sleeping that peaceful rest until the resurrection morning. Oh blessed rest! Safe in the arms of our dear Saviour. Why should we mourn! He is done with the trials of this life and gone to sing the redeeming grace, the theme he loved so well. On, may we children ever press onward and upward, walking in the footsteps of our good father who loved us so dearly. All was done for him that wife, children, mother, father, physicians, nurse and kind friends could do, but none could stay the cold hand of death. Funeral services were conducted by Elders Monsees and Fuller, both of whom he loved very much, in the presence of a large congregation of sorrowing friends and relatives who had gathered to pay the last sad respect to dear papa. Sad was the hour of parting when we looked upon his face and stood by weeping, thinking who will fill his place! Written by his heartbroken wife and daughter, Pearl File at: http://files.usgwarchives.net/ga/taylor/obits/a/adams7292ob.txt This file has been created by a form at http://www.poppet.org/gafiles/ File size: 4.9 Kb