Freestone County, Texas
Obituaries


[Thanks to Linda Mullen and Jody Chancellor Nolen]

In Memory of K. R. (King Ruben) Chancellor
The Fairfield Recorder; November 27, 1912

It is with sadness that we attempt to chronicle the death of our beloved brother, 
K.R. Chancellor. The subject of this sketch was born on Feb. 11, 1830, in Wilcox 
County, Ala., came to Freestone County in 1852, and settled on a farm six miles 
east of Fairfield, where he has ever since resided. When the Civil War broke out 
he enlisted in defense of the sunny southland that he loved so dear. He died on 
Nov. 24, 1912, making his stay on earth 82 years, 9 months, and 18 days. Thus 
closed the eventful life of one of Freestone County’s most noble citizens. His 
whole life exemplified that of a noble Christian gentleman. If he had an enemy 
we do not know of it. He was honorable in every walk of life, and would rather 
suffer himself to be defrauded than to have anyone think that he wanted more than 
was his in a settlement. He professed a hope in Christ, and searched the 
scriptures for 85 years in an honest and earnest endeavor to locate the true 
church. He met Eld. Benjamin Young, with whom he conversed freely on the 
doctrine of the Bible. He found Eld. Young to be the first man he had met who 
believed exactly as he did. He united with the Primitive Baptist Union Church 
east of Fairfield and was baptized by Eld. Benjamin Young, and until the day of 
his death lived a life void of offense. His doors were always open to visitors, 
his life and character-was above reproach, his house was always a home for the 
Primitive Baptists, as many who live today will testify. 

He bore his sickness without a murmur, and sitting erect, he bowed his head and 
fell gently asleep in the arms of Jesus. So quietly and so gently did he pass 
away that those standing around him did not know when the end came. Thus heaven 
has claimed her own, and one more jewel of the blood of Jesus has gone to join 
the blood-washed throng of King Emanuel, there to sing immortal praises in the 
highest strains throughout the endless ages of eternity; and while we shall 
sorrow for him here, and miss him so much in the council chambers of the church 
and in the family circle, yet we would not wish him back again in this world of 
trouble. 

To the many friends and kindred we would say; weep not for him, for his spirit 
has gone to join God who gave it, his body consigned to the tomb to await the 
glorious resurrection morn when Christ shall descend with a convoy of Angles 
and rise to immortality that same body which now lies in the sleeping dust, and 
shall fashion it like unto his own glorious body. A few more stormy years of 
trials, afflictions, temptations and cares and we too shall pass to that bright 
abode.

Farewell,
W.O. Beene