Cora Barrows
1910

    On the evening of June 14, 1910, the dusky winged angel of death entered the home of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Barrows of Lookout Mountain, Tenn., and claimed for its own their only daughter Cora Barrows aged 14 years.  She was sick only a short time, suffering from an abscess formed from a diseased tooth, causing blood poison.  Her sufferings were beyond description, until within an hour of her death when she became calm and peaceful and closing her eyes to all that is earthly she passed away without a struggle.

    She was of a most lovable _______ endearing her self to all who knew her and her _______

remembered by the score.  She was a member of the Sunday school at Lookout

Mountain, Tenn., a regular attendant, taking great interest in the lessons.  The superintendent went to find out why she was not present on the previous Sunday and finding her sick, knelt by her side and prayed the most beautiful prayer that ever came from the lips of man.  She was also a member of the Christian Endeavor Society which follows her with sad hearts to her last resting place, placing upon her grave a costly and beautiful cross of roses.

    She looked so calm and peaceful in her sleep it brought to mind the hymn,

"Death ___________."  She leaves a father and mother, three brothers and a host of relatives and friends to grieve for _________ whom we would ____________ but ________ rejoice to know her name is written in the Lamb's Book of Life, and it will only make heaven seem nearer and dearer to know that Cora is watching and waiting for you.

    The funeral services were conducted by the Rev. Newcomb, of Lookout Mountain, Tenn., in a most impressive manner, after which the Christian Endeavor Society sang softly and tenderly the beautiful hymn "Safe in the Arms of Jesus," then the body was laid to rest in the Payne's Chapel graveyard, the grave being entirely covered by beautiful floral designs of every description placed there by loving hands.

Oh! how sweet it will be

In this beautiful land,

so free from all sorrow and pain,

With songs on our lips

And with harps in one hand,

to meet one another again.

        Rhea Moorman
June 14, 1910

 

 

Submitted by Robbie Burkhart
SamandRob@aol.com