s/o Zackariah & Sarah Owen Smith
Obituary: The Pulaski Citizen 15 Apr 1920
On Thursday morning, April 8th "Curg" Smith left home on foot and told his wife that he would be at home that night. He came to Woodrow to see Mr. and Mrs. Sam Curtis, his wife's niece, and left on the three o'clock train for Frankewing. But told Mr. Curtis that he would not come back on the night train to go home as he had told his wife he would do, but would go across the Sutton farm from Frankewing. This was nearer than going the public road. We saw him at Frankewing and expressed surprise at seeing him out as he had been confined to his room for some time. But he said he had already walked to see cousin Hortense Campbell. He left Frankewing on the public road and on our return home we passed in the lane at Bradshaw Creek at the gate that leads across the grass lot bottom on the Sutton farm. We asked him if he could cross the little creek that flows across the bottom and he said he could. This was the last time he was seen alive, between four and five in the afternoon. His wife sat up late expecting him home but finally decided that he was spending the night at Woodrow and retired but said she dreamed that he was calling her and awoke to hear it raining. Friday morning when he failed to come home she sent Jack Watson to Woodrow. Mr. Curtis knew the way he said he was going home and we told Mr. Curtis where we had passed him on our way home. So they went across the bottom of little creek and found him dead in a small ditch. From his tracks he had attempted to recross the ditch to get a can of paint he had set down. He was stretched out full length face down, his feet against one bank and his body on the other bank, and there were no evidence that he had moved but expired in a short time in the same position in which he fell. He was 71 years of age and no one who knew him was surprised because he had failed to get up without help, for that had been his misfortune for several years. We all regret that he died this way but he was childish and his wife could not control him. But there was no evidence of foul play and the evidence was conclusive that he met death accidentally. He had been married twice, his first wife was Miss Martha Woodard and his next Miss Margie Woodard, a cousin. Mr. Smith was a high toned Christian, he was always cheerful and as harmless as a dove and did not have an enemy. But he became childish and believed that he could go and his wife could not control him. He was a member of the Methodist Church. He was buried at Pisgah Saturday after services by Rev. W. M. Cook. He leaves a wife, and one brother, Bob Smith of Albany, and one sister, Mrs. Neal of Birmingham. They were both at the burial and Mrs. Robert Smith and Charley Woodard of Albany were also there. The bereaved have much sympathy in their loss.
Obituary: The Pulaski Citizen 15 Apr 1920
On Thursday morning, April 8th "Curg" Smith left home on foot and told his wife that he would be at home that night. He came to Woodrow to see Mr. and Mrs. Sam Curtis, his wife's niece, and left on the three o'clock train for Frankewing. But told Mr. Curtis that he would not come back on the night train to go home as he had told his wife he would do, but would go across the Sutton farm from Frankewing. This was nearer than going the public road. We saw him at Frankewing and expressed surprise at seeing him out as he had been confined to his room for some time. But he said he had already walked to see cousin Hortense Campbell. He left Frankewing on the public road and on our return home we passed in the lane at Bradshaw Creek at the gate that leads across the grass lot bottom on the Sutton farm. We asked him if he could cross the little creek that flows across the bottom and he said he could. This was the last time he was seen alive, between four and five in the afternoon. His wife sat up late expecting him home but finally decided that he was spending the night at Woodrow and retired but said she dreamed that he was calling her and awoke to hear it raining. Friday morning when he failed to come home she sent Jack Watson to Woodrow. Mr. Curtis knew the way he said he was going home and we told Mr. Curtis where we had passed him on our way home. So they went across the bottom of little creek and found him dead in a small ditch. From his tracks he had attempted to recross the ditch to get a can of paint he had set down. He was stretched out full length face down, his feet against one bank and his body on the other bank, and there were no evidence that he had moved but expired in a short time in the same position in which he fell. He was 71 years of age and no one who knew him was surprised because he had failed to get up without help, for that had been his misfortune for several years. We all regret that he died this way but he was childish and his wife could not control him. But there was no evidence of foul play and the evidence was conclusive that he met death accidentally. He had been married twice, his first wife was Miss Martha Woodard and his next Miss Margie Woodard, a cousin. Mr. Smith was a high toned Christian, he was always cheerful and as harmless as a dove and did not have an enemy. But he became childish and believed that he could go and his wife could not control him. He was a member of the Methodist Church. He was buried at Pisgah Saturday after services by Rev. W. M. Cook. He leaves a wife, and one brother, Bob Smith of Albany, and one sister, Mrs. Neal of Birmingham. They were both at the burial and Mrs. Robert Smith and Charley Woodard of Albany were also there. The bereaved have much sympathy in their loss.
s/o Zackariah & Sarah Owen Smith
Obituary: The Pulaski Citizen 15 Apr 1920
On Thursday morning, April 8th "Curg" Smith left home on foot and told his wife that he would be at home that night. He came to Woodrow to see Mr. and Mrs. Sam Curtis, his wife's niece, and left on the three o'clock train for Frankewing. But told Mr. Curtis that he would not come back on the night train to go home as he had told his wife he would do, but would go across the Sutton farm from Frankewing. This was nearer than going the public road. We saw him at Frankewing and expressed surprise at seeing him out as he had been confined to his room for some time. But he said he had already walked to see cousin Hortense Campbell. He left Frankewing on the public road and on our return home we passed in the lane at Bradshaw Creek at the gate that leads across the grass lot bottom on the Sutton farm. We asked him if he could cross the little creek that flows across the bottom and he said he could. This was the last time he was seen alive, between four and five in the afternoon. His wife sat up late expecting him home but finally decided that he was spending the night at Woodrow and retired but said she dreamed that he was calling her and awoke to hear it raining. Friday morning when he failed to come home she sent Jack Watson to Woodrow. Mr. Curtis knew the way he said he was going home and we told Mr. Curtis where we had passed him on our way home. So they went across the bottom of little creek and found him dead in a small ditch. From his tracks he had attempted to recross the ditch to get a can of paint he had set down. He was stretched out full length face down, his feet against one bank and his body on the other bank, and there were no evidence that he had moved but expired in a short time in the same position in which he fell. He was 71 years of age and no one who knew him was surprised because he had failed to get up without help, for that had been his misfortune for several years. We all regret that he died this way but he was childish and his wife could not control him. But there was no evidence of foul play and the evidence was conclusive that he met death accidentally. He had been married twice, his first wife was Miss Martha Woodard and his next Miss Margie Woodard, a cousin. Mr. Smith was a high toned Christian, he was always cheerful and as harmless as a dove and did not have an enemy. But he became childish and believed that he could go and his wife could not control him. He was a member of the Methodist Church. He was buried at Pisgah Saturday after services by Rev. W. M. Cook. He leaves a wife, and one brother, Bob Smith of Albany, and one sister, Mrs. Neal of Birmingham. They were both at the burial and Mrs. Robert Smith and Charley Woodard of Albany were also there. The bereaved have much sympathy in their loss.
Obituary: The Pulaski Citizen 15 Apr 1920
On Thursday morning, April 8th "Curg" Smith left home on foot and told his wife that he would be at home that night. He came to Woodrow to see Mr. and Mrs. Sam Curtis, his wife's niece, and left on the three o'clock train for Frankewing. But told Mr. Curtis that he would not come back on the night train to go home as he had told his wife he would do, but would go across the Sutton farm from Frankewing. This was nearer than going the public road. We saw him at Frankewing and expressed surprise at seeing him out as he had been confined to his room for some time. But he said he had already walked to see cousin Hortense Campbell. He left Frankewing on the public road and on our return home we passed in the lane at Bradshaw Creek at the gate that leads across the grass lot bottom on the Sutton farm. We asked him if he could cross the little creek that flows across the bottom and he said he could. This was the last time he was seen alive, between four and five in the afternoon. His wife sat up late expecting him home but finally decided that he was spending the night at Woodrow and retired but said she dreamed that he was calling her and awoke to hear it raining. Friday morning when he failed to come home she sent Jack Watson to Woodrow. Mr. Curtis knew the way he said he was going home and we told Mr. Curtis where we had passed him on our way home. So they went across the bottom of little creek and found him dead in a small ditch. From his tracks he had attempted to recross the ditch to get a can of paint he had set down. He was stretched out full length face down, his feet against one bank and his body on the other bank, and there were no evidence that he had moved but expired in a short time in the same position in which he fell. He was 71 years of age and no one who knew him was surprised because he had failed to get up without help, for that had been his misfortune for several years. We all regret that he died this way but he was childish and his wife could not control him. But there was no evidence of foul play and the evidence was conclusive that he met death accidentally. He had been married twice, his first wife was Miss Martha Woodard and his next Miss Margie Woodard, a cousin. Mr. Smith was a high toned Christian, he was always cheerful and as harmless as a dove and did not have an enemy. But he became childish and believed that he could go and his wife could not control him. He was a member of the Methodist Church. He was buried at Pisgah Saturday after services by Rev. W. M. Cook. He leaves a wife, and one brother, Bob Smith of Albany, and one sister, Mrs. Neal of Birmingham. They were both at the burial and Mrs. Robert Smith and Charley Woodard of Albany were also there. The bereaved have much sympathy in their loss.
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