submitted by Carol Sue Gibbs
Mrs. Sallie A. Jones
On March 23rd, 1916, Mrs. Sallie A. Joines, our friend
and neighbor, died in Galveston where she was
taken in January to under go an operation.
Mrs. Joines would have been 38 years old in April. She
has spent nearly the whole of her married life
at her home near Buhler. She was born and
reared in Tennessee, and was converted just as she blossomed into
womanhood and became a member of the Methodist church, remaining
a faithful worker to the end.
This loved and loving wife, mother, sister, friend died where
womanhood's morning touches noon, and while the shadows had
hardly turned from the west. It seems to us
that her life was cut off by the.....too soon,
but when the message comes for the soul to step across
to life--celestial life--real life, the body does not resist but
gives up its carefully guarded jewel with
scarce a struggle and surely no regret. We see
it come to the children, pure and sweet; we see it come
to the boys and girls while life is sweet before them; we see it
come to the mothers and fathers while they are
still co-workers with the Divine in molding
the lives of their little ones; and then to the aged with
their wrinkled brow and hair of snow; we see it all along the
way. So death had no terrors for our friend.
She knew her condition and seemed to welcome
the end as a relief from pain and sorrow. She now rests under
the shade of the trees and awaits the coming of her loved ones.
Mrs. Joines leaves a husband, eleven children, two grand
children, one brother and a number of
relatives here in our midst to mourn her loss
and her gain. Funeral services were held at
the family home which was filled to
overflowing with relatives and friends. The remains were then carried to
the grave made ready just back of the home. Her six
brothers-in-law acted as pallbearers. As the
casket was made ready to be lowered "Asleep in
Jesus" was sung softly and a prayer offered.
She was remembered kindly by her friends by several beautiful offerings
She has peace and joy and gladness
With never, never pain,
And into this world of sadness
She will not come back again.
But is waiting over yonder,
Just across the border land,
And it seems that we can see her
Reaching out a loving hand,
Saying "little ones, my children
It is such a restful place,
It is glorious, glorious, glorious,
I can see my Savior's face."