Sylvan Valley News
28 Feb 1908
In Memoriam
- Mrs. Margaret T. Kitchens was born in Buncombe county Dec. 30, 1819, reared in Henderson county and died in Transylvania Jan. 1, 1908. She survived her husband, G. W. Kitchens, 10 years. The latter part of his life he was an invalid, and she showed much of her patient, untiring Christian spirit in administering the necessaries of life and comfort. She was the mother of 12 Children, seven girls and 5 boys. She survived all but four, Ephraim and George Kitchens, Mrs. Jane Hamilton and Mrs. Rachael Ellis of South Carolina. Mrs. Kitchens united with Davidson River Presbyterian Church, in which she retained her membership until a division of the church, what was then called the old and new school. She became a member of the new and remained one until her death, but still retained the live and Christian sympathy of her old church members and all other Christian denominations. Her home was ever open for prayer to all who would come and unite with her. She was in sympathy with the blind, the poir, and needy, the suck, the afflicted, and has bestowed her kindness to each one of those objects. She was a midel woman in housekeeping up to her death. She had a place for everything, and everything was kept neatly in place. She retained her mind so well. I have heard her repeat seven or eight long verses of choice poetry and several short chapters in Psalms she had committed to memory in her 88th year. She was an expert with the needle in letter working. She has now in her house the motto " Lord Bless My Home" worked on rugs and other things with different colors of thread which makes it look beautiful. She was a very industrious woman, but would take some time to read her Bible and other good books and papers. She was a woman of fine sense and judgement, and could repeat scripture to suit almost any occassion. A nible neighbor us gone; we miss her so much. Rev. W. H. Davis conducted the services appropriately at her home, and she was laid to rest beside her husband in the Davidson River cemetery.
It seems to me but yesterday
I gazed upon thy face, And saw those smiles of friendship lay.
But Now those gracious smiles are chilled, A blight is on thy cheek;
Those sparkling eyes can give no thrill,
Those lips no words can speak.
A Friend