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News-Democrat--November 1983

James Cobb, 73, of Sanders, died Friday, Oct. 28, (1983) at Kings Daughters' Hospital in Madison, Ind. Born in Carroll County on Jan. 25, 1910, he was the son of Thomas Butler Cobb and Nannie Bertha "Bertie" Darbro. He was a retired farmer and was also a retired employee of the Valley Haven Nursing Home in Sanders, where he had worked for 17 years.

Mr. Cobb is survived by his wife, the former Sallie Welch; two daughters, Katherine Crawford of Ghent and Joan Kinman of Madison, Ind.; two sons, Thomas R. and James Lee Cobb both of Sanders; two brothers, John Cobb of Indianapolis, and Tom Cobb Jr. of Sanders; three sisters, Ollie Whitledge of Evansville, Ind., Virginia McCormick of Aurora, Ind., and Beulah McCormick of Worthville; 13 grandchildren; and 29 great-grandchildren.

Services were conducted by the Rev. Herbert Kinman on Oct. 31 at the Graham-Dunn Funeral Home, burial was in the Carrollton I.O.O.F. Cemetery. Pallbearers were Kerry Deatherage, Jack Shirley, Paul Crawford, Bill Dermon, Gene Warfield, and Albert Collins.

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Records & Notes Contributed from the Personal Files of James Lee "Jamey" Cobb . November 2007

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Kentucky Death Index

Death Certificate #: 1468
Place of Death: Indiana
Residence: Sanders, Carroll Co, KY

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There is something within us
that tells us all we will ever know about ourselves.
There is a destiny that tells us where we will be born, where we will live,
and where we will die. Some men are drawn to oceans, they cannot breathe
unless the air is scented with a salty mist. Others are drawn to land
that is flat, and the air is sullen and is leaden as August.
My people were drawn to mountains.

They came when the country was young
and they settled in the upland country of Virginia that is still misted
with a haze of blue which gives those mountains their name.
They endured and they prevailed; through flood and famine,
diphtheria and scarlet fever, through drought and forest fire,
whooping cough and loneliness, through Indian wars, a civil war, a world war,
and through the Great Depression they endured and they prevailed.
In my time, I have come to know them.

I have walked the land in the footsteps of my fathers.
Back in time to where the first one trod, and stopped, saw sky, felt wind,
bent to touch Mother Earth.....and called this "Home." This mountain.
This pine and hemlock, oak and poplar. Laurel, wild, and rhododendron.
Home and mountain. Father, mother. Grow, too the sons and daughters.
To walk the old paths. To look back in pride in honored heritage.
To hear its laughter and its song.
To grow, to stand and be themselves, one day remembered.

I have walked the land
in the footsteps of all my fathers.
I saw yesterday and now look to tomorrow."

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