Fannie and William lived on and farmed the home place in Kentontown where Fannie was born and raised. The property was left to her by her father.

Obituary:

Mrs. W. H. Burns of Kentontown suffered a stroke of paralysis last Thursday from which effects she died Tuesday following without seemlingly regaining consciousness. It is said Mrs. Burns last winter fell upon the ice, striking her head severely, and never fully recovered from the injury, which it is believed brought on paralysis.

Mrs. Burns was born at Kentontown some sixty years ago, the daughter of Major Orville Cameron, a distinguished Confederate soldier who after the war located at Memphis, Tenn.; dying there his body was brought back to Kentucky and interred in the cenetery at Kentontown, where on Wednesday, 12th inst. his brilliant daughter was laid to rest by his side.

Mrs. Burns was one of the county's best educated women, receiving her training in days when a collegate education was the exception rather than the rule - ample means being the Open Sesame to the halls of learning. Mother of twelve children - seven manly sons, and four womanly daughters, living to rise up, and call her blessed. In the eyes of all of them she shone as "Mother", and of them all she was as fond and proud as that famous mother of the Gtacchil - realizing that they were in truth the jewels of her adorning motherhood's crown. Possessed of fine Christian graces and sterling character; sensing right and wrong unerringly; by unspoken word, upholding the one and condeming the other, in her long life very materially assisted in molding the prevailing sense of justice for which Kentontown has always been noted.

Mrs. Burns was a member of the Christian Church.

Short services were held at the grave by Judge Woodwartd. The seven sons acted as pall bearers.

As the funeral cortege wended its way from her old ancestral home, Fannie Cameron Burns seems to enter a shadow so impentirable that mortal eyes could not see through its gloom; yet behind her the sun shone as a benediction upon those she had loved. The memory of a pleasant, hospitable home, of a happily married couple at the head of that home, of affectionate children dwelling in the atmosphere of that Eden is a sweet remembrance of many that grieve now with those who sorrow for the loss of a failthful wife, a noble mother and a gracious friend. For her the harbor bells rang loud and clear, as her soul set sail Across the Bar.