Obituary of D. B. COCKERHAM, LaSalle Parish, Louisiana

Copied and Submitted by: Doug McBroom, 15520 Swan Lake Blvd., Gulfport, MS 
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From The Jena Times - Olla Tullos Signal; Jena, LaSalle Parish, La.  
Microfilm at the LaSalle Parish Library located in Jena, LaSalle Parish, La.

Many Thanks to The Times - Signal and to the LaSalle Parish Library for 
allowing the following to be added to the Archives.





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Date:  September 15, 1927

Headline:  Obituary

On Monday, September 5, 1927, at 9:40 p.m. the Angel of Death invaded the 
home of Mrs. D. B. Cockerham and removed from our midst the devoted husband 
companion.

Mr. Cockerham was born in LaSalle Parish March 20, 1852.  He was married to 
Frances Jane McKay, February 21, 1877.  To this union was born seven 
children, of which two died during their childhood.  He leaves a true wife 
and five children, Mollie, Florence, Warren, Mrs. W. H. Toylar, of Coushatta, 
and Mrs. A. J. Taylor, of Trout, and six grandchildren and a host of friends 
and relatives to mourn his demise.

Mr. Cockerham was seventy-five years, five months, and fifteen days old at 
the time God called him home.

For the past nine months he has been confined to his bed and no one could 
have borne his afflictions with anymore patience than this dear old man.  He 
was a devoted husband, a loving father and trusted friend.  He was loved and 
respected by all who knew him, and his death was the source of the greatest 
sorrow.  We know that we cannot remove the fangs of distress that affect his 
loved one, but we can record our love and express avowals of sympathy for 
those who stagger beneath the fearful blow that has fallen him.

Mr. Cockerham's body was laid to rest in the Chalk Hill Cemetery, where he is 
at rest in the city of the dead.  His form is beneath that flowery mound 
retreat, and to those who mourn we can only say that every heart in this 
community beats in sympathy for you.

Look up, O, Ye one of sorrow
Beyond the limits God has set,
When its appointed work is past,
In joy thou shalt thy grief forget, 
When sorrow's plow shares has swept 
through thy fairest flowers of life shall spring.
For God Shall grant thee life anew
And all thy wastes shall laugh and sing.
Hope thou in him for his 
Promises are true.

A TRUE FRIEND.