James Monroe Wilson Obituaries

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On June 1st, 1934, the Death Angel called our dear husband and father home.

He was born December 2, 1879, and at his death he was 54 years and 6 months old.

He had been sick several months and after all that skilled physicians and loving hands could do, he passed into the great beyond. In our weakness, we find it hard to understand why he was taken away, but God in his infinite love and mercy saw fit to call him home. We know that the one great ruler doeth all things well. He will be sadly missed by the family and entire community, but he has only paid the debt we all must pay!

Grieve not dear wife and children rest assured he is safe in the arms of Jesus where there is no more pain and suffering but all is peace and love with the Heavenly Father, who alone can heal the broken hearted, but some sweet day when life is over you may see him face to face.

Funeral services were conducted by is pastor, Rev. Frank Wise, June 8, when his body was laid to rest in Pleasant Hill Cemetery, by the side of his dear mother who passed away 35 years ago. He leaves to mourn his loss, a wife, 4 daughters, 4 sons, 3 grandchildren, 2 sisters, 1 brother, and a host of relatives and friends.

He’s found a friend in Jesus,
He’s safe on that bright shore,
From this earth he has gone,
To never return anymore
He has gone with the Angels,
To the promised land above,
Where is no pain or sorrow,
But all is peace and love.
He’s resting on that great white throne,
Just beyond the pearly gate.

-- one who loved him



On June 1, 1934, at 11 o’clock, the Angel of Death called dear father and husband and a friend of all home to God. Mr. James Monroe Wilson. His illness was an extended one. He suffered death for many months. He bore his pains the best he could afor you could never hear him complain.

Mr. Wilson was born Dec. 2, 1879. At the time of his death, he was 54 years and 6 months old.

He was the son of Mr. and Mrs. Zack Wilson and was married to Miss Katie bell Upchurch in Dec. 1903. He is survived by his wife, eight children, Misses Ida Mae, Leola, Annie Laurie Wilson, Mrs. Robert Gandy, Messrs. Perry, Grady, J. M. and B. C. Wilson, 3 grandchildren, one brother, Willie Wilson of Cuba, one sister Mrs. Alice Colvin, one adopted sister, Mrs. Henry Hollingsworth of Mt. Hebron.

Mr. Wilson joined the Union Christian Church at an early age, and remained a faithful member until his death. He was always ready to lend a helping hand and greeted everyone with a smile. He could always win a friend with his joking manner.

Funeral services were held Sunday afternoon at 3 o’clock, conducted by his pastor, Rev. Wise. After which interment was made in Pleasant Hill Cemetery, by the side of his mother. The obsequies incident to the occasion were attended by a large concourse of sorrowing relatives and friends.

The pall bearers were: Messrs. Frank Herndon, Irvin Seales, Jimmie Jones and John Baines.

Mourn not dear friends, his departure for he liveth in eternal glory of his Maker. May the great Father be your shield and guide and his protecting angels guard you from all harm.

Thou are gone, precious one,
A voice they loved is stilled
A place is vacant in their home
That never can be filled.

Two friends

who departed this life, June 1, 1934

No one knows how much I miss you
No one knows the tears I’ve shed,
But in heaven I hope to meet you
Where no farewell words are said.

Now the days are sad and lonely
Without you, my father dear;
For you always brought me gladness
With this thought, a word of cheer.

Home is not as happy now,
For there’s now your vacant chair,
Father you deserve your rest,
I would not call you back here

You now rest from honest labor
Your earthly tasks are done,
No more pain, no more sorrow,
Your noble life has been run.

Father dear, you have left me,
But I will be true to thee
Always brave and honest as
You would have me ever be,

I hope to meet you later
Hold again your loving hand,
We will be again together,
And ‘tis then I’ll understand

In my heart your memory lingers
Sweetly, tender, fond and true
There is not a day, dear father
That I do not think of you.

--Ida Mae Wilson