The following contributed by Anson Chesterfield (#48567459)
IN MEMORIAM
Mr. F.C. Allen.
Surrounded to the last by the constant and unusually beautiful devotion lavished by each member of his family for many years, but particularly during every hour of the day and night since a sudden stroke of paralysis seriously impaired his health several weeks ago, the death of Mr. Fulton C. Allen in the early morning hours of November 30th, 1923, at his home in Wadesboro, has taken from his
family a kind, indulgent father, and from the town and county one of our best citizens. He was born December 25th, 1844, in Lanesboro Township, and had hoped to celebrate his eightieth birthday with his large family connection gathered around him during the coming holiday season. His parents were Hampton Allen, one of the sturdy pioneers of this county, born in 1821, and Mary A. Williams, daughter of John Joseph Williams, born October 6th, 1822, and died June 8th,1883. They were married February 15th 1844, and he lived only two years, leaving his grief stricken young wife with one son who grew up well cared for, but with few educational advantages, as he probably had to help maintain a livelihood for himself and his mother. This, no doubt, strengthened his character and inculcated the sturdy qualities that characterized him through life, and were handed down to his children, in whom he felt the deepest pride. He gave them college educations and taught them to be busy with some good part of the world's work, as idleness never went hand in hand with success, and their achievements in their various callings must have been very gratifying to him. When a boy, "Cousin Fulton," whose wife was my near kinswoman, lived with his grandfather Allen until sometime after his mother's marriage to Whitman Smith, when he moved to Stanly county, where, in 1861, when the dark clouds of war hovered over the Southland, when only sixteen years of age, he enlisted in a local company. Captain W. S. Turner was in command, and this detachment became a part of Company E., 11th Regiment, and was in General Longstreet's Division throughout the four years of strife. Our deceased brother fought bravely until was almost fatally wounded in the late autumn of 1862, at Gaine's farm, near Ream's Station, in the neighborhood of Petersburg, Virginia. Left by the wayside, right in line of the enemy's march for his life blood to ebb away, he called repeatedly for help, till finally his cries fell on the ears of a sympathetic comrade in arms. This proved to be our townsman, Mr. H. D. Pinkston, who removed him to a place of safety, bound up his wounds, saved his life in reality as it is said to have been one of the coldest, darkest nights on record, with a heavy rain falling. He was afterwards taken to Richmond, where his limb was amputated, though he begged insistently that this should not be done. After several weary months of suffering, he came back to his mother's home, recuperated there for a time, then went to his farm at Old Lanesboro, inherited from his father, where he had a country store and mill on the creek bank. Just as he was getting a start in life, he lost everything by fire, barely escaping himself, and not safe guarded by insurance. However, by the diligent pursuit of labor, he rose out of the ashes of misfortune, got a fresh hold on things, and was married November 23rd, 1871, to Miss Dora Bennett, daughter of Rev. Lemuel Bennett and Mrs. Mary Carpenter Bennett, having in the meantime been elected county treasurer, which office he held most acceptably for twelve years. His wife was one of the best, most generous hearted Christian women I have ever known, kind to both races, always ready for the stranger unawares, faithful and devoted in every relation of life, till God called her home on March 29th, 1905. Left to rise up and call her blessed were her husband and ten children, whom she called “Hamp, Effie, Mary, Ed, Julian, Risden, Fred, Charles, Ruth and John Bennett.” All of these, with a number of splendid grandchildren, a half brother, R. L. Smith of Albemarle, and half sister, Mrs. Sam Lentz of Norwood, survive Mr. Allen, but his son Fred, who died Sept. 1, 1908, after several years of poor health, which was preceded by a painfully fractured limb. He was very popular, and his death while so young aroused intense sympathy, and I remember his funeral as being one of the largest I ever saw in Wadesboro. The same mark of respect was accorded his father, as business was practically suspended and the Baptist church filled to overflowing last Saturday morning at eleven o'clock, when the service was held. The entire chancel was banked with a profusion of flowers in exquisite color and design, and his familiar seat in church was marked with a beautiful wreath sent by the large Sunday school class he taught for so many years. Rev. W. R. Shelton and Rev. J. J. Douglass assisted Dr. C. L. Jackson, who spoke in eulogistic terms of the deceased, basing his remarks on the parable of the vine and branches, which he said Mr. Allen had asked him on one occasion to preach about, and he considered most applicable to a man who had implicit faith in Jesus Christ and believed a consistent Christian life should bear fruit. He spoke of Mr. Allen's great usefulness in the church, of his long residence in Wadesboro dating back to 1877, of his identification with the commercial and religious life of the town, of his high sense of honor and integrity. Several familiar hymns were softly rendered by the choir, who also sang at the grave. Just before the service there was concluded, many a sympathetic tear was shed when, without a tremor in her sweet, pure voice, Mr. Allen's devoted daughter, Mrs. H. W. Little, accompanied by Mrs. H. B. Allen, sang “There'll be no dark valley when Jesus comes." Mr. Allen's six sons and two sons-in-law, L. J. Huntley and R. P. Lyon, were the active pall bearers. The long line of honorary pall bearers included the deacons of the Baptist church, of whom Mr. Allen was one for forty-two years, the officers and directors of the Bank of Wadesboro, which he helped to establish and of which he was Vice president. Thus has ended the life of a man who bore the scars of battle throughout this life, but was a faithful soldier and servant of Christ unto the end. May his soul rest in peace.
E. N. LEAK.
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From the Wadesboro, N.C. Messenger and Intelligencer, Thursday, 6 December
1923
IN MEMORIAM
Mr. F.C. Allen.
Surrounded to the last by the constant and unusually beautiful devotion lavished by each member of his family for many years, but particularly during every hour of the day and night since a sudden stroke of paralysis seriously impaired his health several weeks ago, the death of Mr. Fulton C. Allen in the early morning hours of November 30th, 1923, at his home in Wadesboro, has taken from his
family a kind, indulgent father, and from the town and county one of our best citizens. He was born December 25th, 1844, in Lanesboro Township, and had hoped to celebrate his eightieth birthday with his large family connection gathered around him during the coming holiday season. His parents were Hampton Allen, one of the sturdy pioneers of this county, born in 1821, and Mary A. Williams, daughter of John Joseph Williams, born October 6th, 1822, and died June 8th,1883. They were married February 15th 1844, and he lived only two years, leaving his grief stricken young wife with one son who grew up well cared for, but with few educational advantages, as he probably had to help maintain a livelihood for himself and his mother. This, no doubt, strengthened his character and inculcated the sturdy qualities that characterized him through life, and were handed down to his children, in whom he felt the deepest pride. He gave them college educations and taught them to be busy with some good part of the world's work, as idleness never went hand in hand with success, and their achievements in their various callings must have been very gratifying to him. When a boy, "Cousin Fulton," whose wife was my near kinswoman, lived with his grandfather Allen until sometime after his mother's marriage to Whitman Smith, when he moved to Stanly county, where, in 1861, when the dark clouds of war hovered over the Southland, when only sixteen years of age, he enlisted in a local company. Captain W. S. Turner was in command, and this detachment became a part of Company E., 11th Regiment, and was in General Longstreet's Division throughout the four years of strife. Our deceased brother fought bravely until was almost fatally wounded in the late autumn of 1862, at Gaine's farm, near Ream's Station, in the neighborhood of Petersburg, Virginia. Left by the wayside, right in line of the enemy's march for his life blood to ebb away, he called repeatedly for help, till finally his cries fell on the ears of a sympathetic comrade in arms. This proved to be our townsman, Mr. H. D. Pinkston, who removed him to a place of safety, bound up his wounds, saved his life in reality as it is said to have been one of the coldest, darkest nights on record, with a heavy rain falling. He was afterwards taken to Richmond, where his limb was amputated, though he begged insistently that this should not be done. After several weary months of suffering, he came back to his mother's home, recuperated there for a time, then went to his farm at Old Lanesboro, inherited from his father, where he had a country store and mill on the creek bank. Just as he was getting a start in life, he lost everything by fire, barely escaping himself, and not safe guarded by insurance. However, by the diligent pursuit of labor, he rose out of the ashes of misfortune, got a fresh hold on things, and was married November 23rd, 1871, to Miss Dora Bennett, daughter of Rev. Lemuel Bennett and Mrs. Mary Carpenter Bennett, having in the meantime been elected county treasurer, which office he held most acceptably for twelve years. His wife was one of the best, most generous hearted Christian women I have ever known, kind to both races, always ready for the stranger unawares, faithful and devoted in every relation of life, till God called her home on March 29th, 1905. Left to rise up and call her blessed were her husband and ten children, whom she called “Hamp, Effie, Mary, Ed, Julian, Risden, Fred, Charles, Ruth and John Bennett.” All of these, with a number of splendid grandchildren, a half brother, R. L. Smith of Albemarle, and half sister, Mrs. Sam Lentz of Norwood, survive Mr. Allen, but his son Fred, who died Sept. 1, 1908, after several years of poor health, which was preceded by a painfully fractured limb. He was very popular, and his death while so young aroused intense sympathy, and I remember his funeral as being one of the largest I ever saw in Wadesboro. The same mark of respect was accorded his father, as business was practically suspended and the Baptist church filled to overflowing last Saturday morning at eleven o'clock, when the service was held. The entire chancel was banked with a profusion of flowers in exquisite color and design, and his familiar seat in church was marked with a beautiful wreath sent by the large Sunday school class he taught for so many years. Rev. W. R. Shelton and Rev. J. J. Douglass assisted Dr. C. L. Jackson, who spoke in eulogistic terms of the deceased, basing his remarks on the parable of the vine and branches, which he said Mr. Allen had asked him on one occasion to preach about, and he considered most applicable to a man who had implicit faith in Jesus Christ and believed a consistent Christian life should bear fruit. He spoke of Mr. Allen's great usefulness in the church, of his long residence in Wadesboro dating back to 1877, of his identification with the commercial and religious life of the town, of his high sense of honor and integrity. Several familiar hymns were softly rendered by the choir, who also sang at the grave. Just before the service there was concluded, many a sympathetic tear was shed when, without a tremor in her sweet, pure voice, Mr. Allen's devoted daughter, Mrs. H. W. Little, accompanied by Mrs. H. B. Allen, sang “There'll be no dark valley when Jesus comes." Mr. Allen's six sons and two sons-in-law, L. J. Huntley and R. P. Lyon, were the active pall bearers. The long line of honorary pall bearers included the deacons of the Baptist church, of whom Mr. Allen was one for forty-two years, the officers and directors of the Bank of Wadesboro, which he helped to establish and of which he was Vice president. Thus has ended the life of a man who bore the scars of battle throughout this life, but was a faithful soldier and servant of Christ unto the end. May his soul rest in peace.
E. N. LEAK.
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From the Wadesboro, N.C. Messenger and Intelligencer, Thursday, 6 December
1923
The following contributed by Anson Chesterfield (#48567459)
IN MEMORIAM
Mr. F.C. Allen.
Surrounded to the last by the constant and unusually beautiful devotion lavished by each member of his family for many years, but particularly during every hour of the day and night since a sudden stroke of paralysis seriously impaired his health several weeks ago, the death of Mr. Fulton C. Allen in the early morning hours of November 30th, 1923, at his home in Wadesboro, has taken from his
family a kind, indulgent father, and from the town and county one of our best citizens. He was born December 25th, 1844, in Lanesboro Township, and had hoped to celebrate his eightieth birthday with his large family connection gathered around him during the coming holiday season. His parents were Hampton Allen, one of the sturdy pioneers of this county, born in 1821, and Mary A. Williams, daughter of John Joseph Williams, born October 6th, 1822, and died June 8th,1883. They were married February 15th 1844, and he lived only two years, leaving his grief stricken young wife with one son who grew up well cared for, but with few educational advantages, as he probably had to help maintain a livelihood for himself and his mother. This, no doubt, strengthened his character and inculcated the sturdy qualities that characterized him through life, and were handed down to his children, in whom he felt the deepest pride. He gave them college educations and taught them to be busy with some good part of the world's work, as idleness never went hand in hand with success, and their achievements in their various callings must have been very gratifying to him. When a boy, "Cousin Fulton," whose wife was my near kinswoman, lived with his grandfather Allen until sometime after his mother's marriage to Whitman Smith, when he moved to Stanly county, where, in 1861, when the dark clouds of war hovered over the Southland, when only sixteen years of age, he enlisted in a local company. Captain W. S. Turner was in command, and this detachment became a part of Company E., 11th Regiment, and was in General Longstreet's Division throughout the four years of strife. Our deceased brother fought bravely until was almost fatally wounded in the late autumn of 1862, at Gaine's farm, near Ream's Station, in the neighborhood of Petersburg, Virginia. Left by the wayside, right in line of the enemy's march for his life blood to ebb away, he called repeatedly for help, till finally his cries fell on the ears of a sympathetic comrade in arms. This proved to be our townsman, Mr. H. D. Pinkston, who removed him to a place of safety, bound up his wounds, saved his life in reality as it is said to have been one of the coldest, darkest nights on record, with a heavy rain falling. He was afterwards taken to Richmond, where his limb was amputated, though he begged insistently that this should not be done. After several weary months of suffering, he came back to his mother's home, recuperated there for a time, then went to his farm at Old Lanesboro, inherited from his father, where he had a country store and mill on the creek bank. Just as he was getting a start in life, he lost everything by fire, barely escaping himself, and not safe guarded by insurance. However, by the diligent pursuit of labor, he rose out of the ashes of misfortune, got a fresh hold on things, and was married November 23rd, 1871, to Miss Dora Bennett, daughter of Rev. Lemuel Bennett and Mrs. Mary Carpenter Bennett, having in the meantime been elected county treasurer, which office he held most acceptably for twelve years. His wife was one of the best, most generous hearted Christian women I have ever known, kind to both races, always ready for the stranger unawares, faithful and devoted in every relation of life, till God called her home on March 29th, 1905. Left to rise up and call her blessed were her husband and ten children, whom she called “Hamp, Effie, Mary, Ed, Julian, Risden, Fred, Charles, Ruth and John Bennett.” All of these, with a number of splendid grandchildren, a half brother, R. L. Smith of Albemarle, and half sister, Mrs. Sam Lentz of Norwood, survive Mr. Allen, but his son Fred, who died Sept. 1, 1908, after several years of poor health, which was preceded by a painfully fractured limb. He was very popular, and his death while so young aroused intense sympathy, and I remember his funeral as being one of the largest I ever saw in Wadesboro. The same mark of respect was accorded his father, as business was practically suspended and the Baptist church filled to overflowing last Saturday morning at eleven o'clock, when the service was held. The entire chancel was banked with a profusion of flowers in exquisite color and design, and his familiar seat in church was marked with a beautiful wreath sent by the large Sunday school class he taught for so many years. Rev. W. R. Shelton and Rev. J. J. Douglass assisted Dr. C. L. Jackson, who spoke in eulogistic terms of the deceased, basing his remarks on the parable of the vine and branches, which he said Mr. Allen had asked him on one occasion to preach about, and he considered most applicable to a man who had implicit faith in Jesus Christ and believed a consistent Christian life should bear fruit. He spoke of Mr. Allen's great usefulness in the church, of his long residence in Wadesboro dating back to 1877, of his identification with the commercial and religious life of the town, of his high sense of honor and integrity. Several familiar hymns were softly rendered by the choir, who also sang at the grave. Just before the service there was concluded, many a sympathetic tear was shed when, without a tremor in her sweet, pure voice, Mr. Allen's devoted daughter, Mrs. H. W. Little, accompanied by Mrs. H. B. Allen, sang “There'll be no dark valley when Jesus comes." Mr. Allen's six sons and two sons-in-law, L. J. Huntley and R. P. Lyon, were the active pall bearers. The long line of honorary pall bearers included the deacons of the Baptist church, of whom Mr. Allen was one for forty-two years, the officers and directors of the Bank of Wadesboro, which he helped to establish and of which he was Vice president. Thus has ended the life of a man who bore the scars of battle throughout this life, but was a faithful soldier and servant of Christ unto the end. May his soul rest in peace.
E. N. LEAK.
========
From the Wadesboro, N.C. Messenger and Intelligencer, Thursday, 6 December
1923
IN MEMORIAM
Mr. F.C. Allen.
Surrounded to the last by the constant and unusually beautiful devotion lavished by each member of his family for many years, but particularly during every hour of the day and night since a sudden stroke of paralysis seriously impaired his health several weeks ago, the death of Mr. Fulton C. Allen in the early morning hours of November 30th, 1923, at his home in Wadesboro, has taken from his
family a kind, indulgent father, and from the town and county one of our best citizens. He was born December 25th, 1844, in Lanesboro Township, and had hoped to celebrate his eightieth birthday with his large family connection gathered around him during the coming holiday season. His parents were Hampton Allen, one of the sturdy pioneers of this county, born in 1821, and Mary A. Williams, daughter of John Joseph Williams, born October 6th, 1822, and died June 8th,1883. They were married February 15th 1844, and he lived only two years, leaving his grief stricken young wife with one son who grew up well cared for, but with few educational advantages, as he probably had to help maintain a livelihood for himself and his mother. This, no doubt, strengthened his character and inculcated the sturdy qualities that characterized him through life, and were handed down to his children, in whom he felt the deepest pride. He gave them college educations and taught them to be busy with some good part of the world's work, as idleness never went hand in hand with success, and their achievements in their various callings must have been very gratifying to him. When a boy, "Cousin Fulton," whose wife was my near kinswoman, lived with his grandfather Allen until sometime after his mother's marriage to Whitman Smith, when he moved to Stanly county, where, in 1861, when the dark clouds of war hovered over the Southland, when only sixteen years of age, he enlisted in a local company. Captain W. S. Turner was in command, and this detachment became a part of Company E., 11th Regiment, and was in General Longstreet's Division throughout the four years of strife. Our deceased brother fought bravely until was almost fatally wounded in the late autumn of 1862, at Gaine's farm, near Ream's Station, in the neighborhood of Petersburg, Virginia. Left by the wayside, right in line of the enemy's march for his life blood to ebb away, he called repeatedly for help, till finally his cries fell on the ears of a sympathetic comrade in arms. This proved to be our townsman, Mr. H. D. Pinkston, who removed him to a place of safety, bound up his wounds, saved his life in reality as it is said to have been one of the coldest, darkest nights on record, with a heavy rain falling. He was afterwards taken to Richmond, where his limb was amputated, though he begged insistently that this should not be done. After several weary months of suffering, he came back to his mother's home, recuperated there for a time, then went to his farm at Old Lanesboro, inherited from his father, where he had a country store and mill on the creek bank. Just as he was getting a start in life, he lost everything by fire, barely escaping himself, and not safe guarded by insurance. However, by the diligent pursuit of labor, he rose out of the ashes of misfortune, got a fresh hold on things, and was married November 23rd, 1871, to Miss Dora Bennett, daughter of Rev. Lemuel Bennett and Mrs. Mary Carpenter Bennett, having in the meantime been elected county treasurer, which office he held most acceptably for twelve years. His wife was one of the best, most generous hearted Christian women I have ever known, kind to both races, always ready for the stranger unawares, faithful and devoted in every relation of life, till God called her home on March 29th, 1905. Left to rise up and call her blessed were her husband and ten children, whom she called “Hamp, Effie, Mary, Ed, Julian, Risden, Fred, Charles, Ruth and John Bennett.” All of these, with a number of splendid grandchildren, a half brother, R. L. Smith of Albemarle, and half sister, Mrs. Sam Lentz of Norwood, survive Mr. Allen, but his son Fred, who died Sept. 1, 1908, after several years of poor health, which was preceded by a painfully fractured limb. He was very popular, and his death while so young aroused intense sympathy, and I remember his funeral as being one of the largest I ever saw in Wadesboro. The same mark of respect was accorded his father, as business was practically suspended and the Baptist church filled to overflowing last Saturday morning at eleven o'clock, when the service was held. The entire chancel was banked with a profusion of flowers in exquisite color and design, and his familiar seat in church was marked with a beautiful wreath sent by the large Sunday school class he taught for so many years. Rev. W. R. Shelton and Rev. J. J. Douglass assisted Dr. C. L. Jackson, who spoke in eulogistic terms of the deceased, basing his remarks on the parable of the vine and branches, which he said Mr. Allen had asked him on one occasion to preach about, and he considered most applicable to a man who had implicit faith in Jesus Christ and believed a consistent Christian life should bear fruit. He spoke of Mr. Allen's great usefulness in the church, of his long residence in Wadesboro dating back to 1877, of his identification with the commercial and religious life of the town, of his high sense of honor and integrity. Several familiar hymns were softly rendered by the choir, who also sang at the grave. Just before the service there was concluded, many a sympathetic tear was shed when, without a tremor in her sweet, pure voice, Mr. Allen's devoted daughter, Mrs. H. W. Little, accompanied by Mrs. H. B. Allen, sang “There'll be no dark valley when Jesus comes." Mr. Allen's six sons and two sons-in-law, L. J. Huntley and R. P. Lyon, were the active pall bearers. The long line of honorary pall bearers included the deacons of the Baptist church, of whom Mr. Allen was one for forty-two years, the officers and directors of the Bank of Wadesboro, which he helped to establish and of which he was Vice president. Thus has ended the life of a man who bore the scars of battle throughout this life, but was a faithful soldier and servant of Christ unto the end. May his soul rest in peace.
E. N. LEAK.
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From the Wadesboro, N.C. Messenger and Intelligencer, Thursday, 6 December
1923
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