Kimble County, TX - Obituaries:  Taylor, Morgan, 1937
Thursday, December 14, 2000

Submitted by;  burtwyat@ctesc.net  (Frederica Wyatt)
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  Morgan Taylor, son of Mr. and Mrs. John Taylor, met a tragic death late
Friday afternoon, April 29, when a limb on a tree he was climbing broke,
causing him to fall 30 feet or more, his head striking a large rock under-
neath the tree bringing almost instant death.  He had gone to the Howard
Ragsdill home on Cedar Creek to get a team of horses belonging to Mr.
Taylor, and while he was waiting for the team to come in, he was playing
with some small children, and met his untimely death when the limb on a tree
he was climbing broke, causing him to fall.
  The body was prepared for burial and brought to the home of Mrs. Frank
Cowsert where it remained until five o'clock Saturday afternoon when funeral
services were held at the Baptist Church, conducted by Rev. R. Elmer Dunham,
pastor of the Baptist church at Santa Anna, assisted by Rev. R. C. McCullough,
pastor of the Junction Baptist Church, and Dr. W. P. Dickey, pastor of the
Junction Presbyterian church.  Interment was made in the Junction Cemetery.
He is survived by his parents, Mr. and Mrs. John Taylor, two brothers,
Melvin and Marlow, and many other relatives.
  The following were active bearers:
  Lloyd Stewart, August Hunger, Carson Durban, Ples Randle, Jimmie Bissett,
C. W. McCarroll, Alton Kirkpatrick, and Noah Cabbler.
  Honorary pall bearers were Supt. Geo. H. Mitchell, Principal Earl Bowers,
Principal Edgar Taylor, Bert Allison, Leon Becker, Stanley Kirkpatrick,
Carlton Massie, Robert Neal, Oren Phillips, John Self, Pat Wooton, J. W.
Lowry and Joe Baily Grobe.
  John Morgan Taylor was born in Kerrville, Texas June 28, 1918 but spent
practically all his life in Kimble county.  He was a member of the Boy Scouts
and was a favorite with all who knew him.  He was always the center of any
group as he had an unusual amount of wit and was a good entertainer.  He was
a member of the senior class of the Junction High School and would have 
received his diploma in a few weeks.

                              A	 DEDICATION
       (In memory of my son, John Morgan Taylor on his 20th birthday, 
                            June 28th, 1938)

  It was just twenty years ago today, my son, since first I held you in my
arms.  To me you were a babe of a thousand charms.  How I fondled your tiny
hands and feet.  In my wildest dreams I had never dreamed of anything half
so sweet.  How I loved your little downy head.  Most folks called it auburn,
but to me it was always red.  Since I pondered as mothers have since days of
old, that you were mine, all mine, a life to make and mold, and with you 
came sickness, long days and weary nights of watching.  When it seemed that
death would carry you away, and it was there at your bedside I first learned
to pray.  Then over night it seemed you were a sturdy boy.
  In and out of doors each day in search of childhood joy.  Then soon we had
three mischievous boys.  It was then that our rooms rang with laughter and
our floors were scattered with toys.  In those days we kept open house for
boys.  Sometimes there would be a dozen or more running through the house
leaving dusty foot prints on the floor.  And then there came a span of years,
happy years, all too brief when our home was untouched with sorrow and grief.
My heart is packed with memories and souvenirs. Each one brings a smile,
heart aches and tears.  Time has spread on until you a man had almost grown.
So fine, so sturdy and fine.  Oh, the plans we had dreamed, all for you.
Just a few more days of high school and in our plans your life had just begun.
  With the coming of another school year, to another school you would go.
To learn of televison and radio.  But, alas, there came that fatal day, when 
they said your boy is dead.
  And they came and took you away.  Time has gone on a year or more, but oft
times in the silence I can hear your foot steps on the floor.  I am living
this life the best I can and when I reach that river called death, I think
there will be no fear, for I know just on the other side you'll stand, the
first to greet me with a smile, with outstretched hands.
  A loving mother, Mrs. John Taylor.
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