Died
Surrounded by her loved ones, who had kept watchful, wakeful vigils around her bed of suffering for many weeks, Mrs. Mattie Walcott, wife of our townsman, Mr. B. O. Walcott, passed peacefully from her prison of suffering last Saturday at noon to the home of endless joy enternal in the heavens.
Fifty-seven years ago Mattie Wilson was born about two miles from Honey Grove, and within the circle of Honey Grove, so dear to her and so dear to many of us, she lived practically all her days.
Soon after attaining her majority, a woman of beauty and culture and the many traits that adorn our southern womanhood, she gave her life and heart into the keeping of B. O. Walcott, and love's holy light led them all along life's pathway until the union was dissolved by the summons from the dim shadows across the river.
Several years ago her health failed, and from then until life's golden bowl was broken her life was one of great suffering. Yet she was a patient sufferer, counting the afflictions of this life unworthy to be compared to the joys and glories to be revealed in the home beyond.
Besides her husband she is survived by her four children, Mesdames J. F. Black of this city, J. S. Kendall of Dallas, Mr. M. B. Walcott of Uvalde, and Dr. H. G. Walcott of Dallas.
Her children were her joy; to them she was ever the loving center to which not one ever appealed in vain for sympathy or love. To them, and to her stricken companion, grandchildren, venerable mother, other relatives, and to all who are bowed in sorrow over the death of this noble good woman, the Signal begs to join the community in extending sympathy.
Sunday afternoon a very large concourse of friends gathered at the beautiful home to pay their last respects to one they had known and loved so long.
Rev. J. H. Bellot, pastor of the Presbyterian church, of which deceased had long been a member, paid a beautiful tribute to the life of Mrs. Walcott, and spoke words of encouragement to those who mourned beside her honored bier; then the remains were tenderly borne to Oakwood, and in the beautiful grove in which she had played as a child, and near which she had lived so many years, were laid to rest, there to await the resurrection of the just.
The mound raised above the tired body was banked with flowers of most delicate hues and richest fragrance, and then those who loved this noble good woman turned again to the scenes of the living, bearing in their hearts a memory so pure and sweet that it will live until memory itself be dead.
Surrounded by her loved ones, who had kept watchful, wakeful vigils around her bed of suffering for many weeks, Mrs. Mattie Walcott, wife of our townsman, Mr. B. O. Walcott, passed peacefully from her prison of suffering last Saturday at noon to the home of endless joy enternal in the heavens.
Fifty-seven years ago Mattie Wilson was born about two miles from Honey Grove, and within the circle of Honey Grove, so dear to her and so dear to many of us, she lived practically all her days.
Soon after attaining her majority, a woman of beauty and culture and the many traits that adorn our southern womanhood, she gave her life and heart into the keeping of B. O. Walcott, and love's holy light led them all along life's pathway until the union was dissolved by the summons from the dim shadows across the river.
Several years ago her health failed, and from then until life's golden bowl was broken her life was one of great suffering. Yet she was a patient sufferer, counting the afflictions of this life unworthy to be compared to the joys and glories to be revealed in the home beyond.
Besides her husband she is survived by her four children, Mesdames J. F. Black of this city, J. S. Kendall of Dallas, Mr. M. B. Walcott of Uvalde, and Dr. H. G. Walcott of Dallas.
Her children were her joy; to them she was ever the loving center to which not one ever appealed in vain for sympathy or love. To them, and to her stricken companion, grandchildren, venerable mother, other relatives, and to all who are bowed in sorrow over the death of this noble good woman, the Signal begs to join the community in extending sympathy.
Sunday afternoon a very large concourse of friends gathered at the beautiful home to pay their last respects to one they had known and loved so long.
Rev. J. H. Bellot, pastor of the Presbyterian church, of which deceased had long been a member, paid a beautiful tribute to the life of Mrs. Walcott, and spoke words of encouragement to those who mourned beside her honored bier; then the remains were tenderly borne to Oakwood, and in the beautiful grove in which she had played as a child, and near which she had lived so many years, were laid to rest, there to await the resurrection of the just.
The mound raised above the tired body was banked with flowers of most delicate hues and richest fragrance, and then those who loved this noble good woman turned again to the scenes of the living, bearing in their hearts a memory so pure and sweet that it will live until memory itself be dead.
Died
Surrounded by her loved ones, who had kept watchful, wakeful vigils around her bed of suffering for many weeks, Mrs. Mattie Walcott, wife of our townsman, Mr. B. O. Walcott, passed peacefully from her prison of suffering last Saturday at noon to the home of endless joy enternal in the heavens.
Fifty-seven years ago Mattie Wilson was born about two miles from Honey Grove, and within the circle of Honey Grove, so dear to her and so dear to many of us, she lived practically all her days.
Soon after attaining her majority, a woman of beauty and culture and the many traits that adorn our southern womanhood, she gave her life and heart into the keeping of B. O. Walcott, and love's holy light led them all along life's pathway until the union was dissolved by the summons from the dim shadows across the river.
Several years ago her health failed, and from then until life's golden bowl was broken her life was one of great suffering. Yet she was a patient sufferer, counting the afflictions of this life unworthy to be compared to the joys and glories to be revealed in the home beyond.
Besides her husband she is survived by her four children, Mesdames J. F. Black of this city, J. S. Kendall of Dallas, Mr. M. B. Walcott of Uvalde, and Dr. H. G. Walcott of Dallas.
Her children were her joy; to them she was ever the loving center to which not one ever appealed in vain for sympathy or love. To them, and to her stricken companion, grandchildren, venerable mother, other relatives, and to all who are bowed in sorrow over the death of this noble good woman, the Signal begs to join the community in extending sympathy.
Sunday afternoon a very large concourse of friends gathered at the beautiful home to pay their last respects to one they had known and loved so long.
Rev. J. H. Bellot, pastor of the Presbyterian church, of which deceased had long been a member, paid a beautiful tribute to the life of Mrs. Walcott, and spoke words of encouragement to those who mourned beside her honored bier; then the remains were tenderly borne to Oakwood, and in the beautiful grove in which she had played as a child, and near which she had lived so many years, were laid to rest, there to await the resurrection of the just.
The mound raised above the tired body was banked with flowers of most delicate hues and richest fragrance, and then those who loved this noble good woman turned again to the scenes of the living, bearing in their hearts a memory so pure and sweet that it will live until memory itself be dead.
Surrounded by her loved ones, who had kept watchful, wakeful vigils around her bed of suffering for many weeks, Mrs. Mattie Walcott, wife of our townsman, Mr. B. O. Walcott, passed peacefully from her prison of suffering last Saturday at noon to the home of endless joy enternal in the heavens.
Fifty-seven years ago Mattie Wilson was born about two miles from Honey Grove, and within the circle of Honey Grove, so dear to her and so dear to many of us, she lived practically all her days.
Soon after attaining her majority, a woman of beauty and culture and the many traits that adorn our southern womanhood, she gave her life and heart into the keeping of B. O. Walcott, and love's holy light led them all along life's pathway until the union was dissolved by the summons from the dim shadows across the river.
Several years ago her health failed, and from then until life's golden bowl was broken her life was one of great suffering. Yet she was a patient sufferer, counting the afflictions of this life unworthy to be compared to the joys and glories to be revealed in the home beyond.
Besides her husband she is survived by her four children, Mesdames J. F. Black of this city, J. S. Kendall of Dallas, Mr. M. B. Walcott of Uvalde, and Dr. H. G. Walcott of Dallas.
Her children were her joy; to them she was ever the loving center to which not one ever appealed in vain for sympathy or love. To them, and to her stricken companion, grandchildren, venerable mother, other relatives, and to all who are bowed in sorrow over the death of this noble good woman, the Signal begs to join the community in extending sympathy.
Sunday afternoon a very large concourse of friends gathered at the beautiful home to pay their last respects to one they had known and loved so long.
Rev. J. H. Bellot, pastor of the Presbyterian church, of which deceased had long been a member, paid a beautiful tribute to the life of Mrs. Walcott, and spoke words of encouragement to those who mourned beside her honored bier; then the remains were tenderly borne to Oakwood, and in the beautiful grove in which she had played as a child, and near which she had lived so many years, were laid to rest, there to await the resurrection of the just.
The mound raised above the tired body was banked with flowers of most delicate hues and richest fragrance, and then those who loved this noble good woman turned again to the scenes of the living, bearing in their hearts a memory so pure and sweet that it will live until memory itself be dead.
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