UPSON COUNTY, GA - Obits  Mrs. Mary Jamerson

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The Death Angel Calls Mrs. Mary Jamerson 
 
Just as the twilight shades were deepening into night on
Feb. 17, 1920, the death angel winged it's flight on
earth and bore away the beloved wife of Mr. Mat Jamerson
to the celestial home to sweetly rest in everlasting
peace and happiness.

Mrs. Mary Jamerson was suddenly taken ill and died while
on a visit to her sister, Mrs. Edd Holt in Columbus, Ga.
Scarcely was the seriousness of her case realized until
she was quietly falling asleep in the arms of Jesus.  But
she expressed to her husband before going that she was
ready to go, and that she was going to walk the streets
of gold in the New Jerusalem.

The suddenness of her death makes it doubly hard for the
bereaved ones.  While it grieves beyond the expression of
words, to think that she lives no more on earth, yet we
have a memory of a beautiful unselfish Christianlike
life. Not only will she be missed by her Christian family
but in the different communities where she lived.

Mrs. Mary Jamerson was 39 years of age and a member of
the Baptist church having joined when quite a child.
Since then she has been an active worker for the Church
and the uplifting of the community.


  Life seems to have lost its sunshine,
 the days seem so long,
 dark and dreary without the Love of a precious wife
and the vacancy in our hearts can never, no never be filled,
yet we look forward to the meeting again in the Heavenly City
 where sorrows, sadness, pain and partings never come.

There we know she is watching, waiting and hoping,
 the rest may meet her on the Golden Streets to part no more.
Over the river she beckons me to
come,

Loved ones I have crossed to the farther side,
The gleam of her snowy robe I see.
But her voice is lost in the rushing tide.
She crossed in the twilight,
And the pale mist hid her from
mortal view.

We saw not the angels who met her there,
The gates of the City, we could not see.
Over the river, the peaceful river,
Mary Jamerson stands awaiting to
 welcome me.
     A Loved One.

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