Obit:John Jackson Roberson, Bossier Parish Louisiana
Submitted by
G. T. Kellogg, Jr.




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John Jackson  Roberson, Maternal Great Grandfather, Bossier Parish
Reproduced from The Bossier Banner, Date Unknown,
As received from Clifton D. Cardin - Bossier Parish Historian

               IN MEMORIAM

This is written in memory of a beloved friend and brother, John J. Roberson,
who on March 12th, at 7:30 o'clock was called by death to enter the portals of
that great beyond.  In his passing I am reminded of the noble life he lived,
and I am thanking God it was my privilege to live by and under his noble
Christian influence. The world was helped and made better because of his
having lived in it.
For forty years and more our passing was almost daily, and how we labored in
the fields of agricultural endeavor a frail wire fence marking the line
separating our farms and homes.  He was energetic and active, always cheerful
in spirit, and was successful in his business enterprises.  His earnings were
mine and yours for the asking.
He joined the Missionary Baptist at the youthful age of 14 years, and lived a
devoted member and above reproach the remainder of his life.
To the ten children born to him I might well say that no greater honor of
preferment could be bestowed upon you than to have been fathered by such a
noble character; and to his forty-nine grandchildren, thirty-five
great-grandchildren and loving widow I might well say the same.
          "O raise your voices of triumph,
          the holy name adore,
          Or, Him who flung salvation down
          To men forever more;
          To Him who bore our sorrows
          Through His transcendent love
          That sinners here may rise like Him
          To deathless realms above."
The kindlier deeds toward his fellow man during 81 years and six months of his
busy life were fully manifested in the great throng of people who gathered at
his home and at his church next day with tear dimmed eyes and sad faces in
attendance at his funeral service conducted by his beloved pastor and brother,
W. L. Eddy of Buckner, Ark.
I wish to commend those who so well supplied his funeral rites ad floral
offering which he richly deserved.
Oh, how I will raise him!  But we should be consoled and satisfied; for when
the Death Angel came to that home he found the blood of the lamb, slain for
the remission of sins, sprinkled on the door post of his life.  Then here that
gentle voice calling, "Well done, thou good and faithful servant, come up into
the joys of thy lord."  He was my neighbor; I was his friend, forever and
ever--Amen.

G. T. Mays
April 2, 1934