M. J. Carroll was married to Margaret Elizabeth Strange, December 14, 1882 in Chattooga County, GA. They had 4 children: Leona Ann Carroll (who died at age 6 months, back in GA), Lillian Etna Carroll, Willis Hamilton Carroll, and Myrick Bascom Carroll. He was a member of Woodmen of the World, Pittsburg Camp #279. The family moved to Texas in the fall of 1898. They took the train from Chattanooga, TN to Memphis, TN, and then bought wagons for the rest of the trip. They stopped in Prescott, AR and spent the winter of 1898-99 with relatives, Thomas and Amanda Storey and their family, so the children could attend school, and wait for warm weather. When spring arrived, the Carroll family resumed their journey to Texas, and were accompanied by the Storey family, who had also decided to move to Texas. They settled in Pittsburg, TX where the 2 families lived next door to each other.
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Tribute for Myrick Jones Carroll
It is with sorrow that I pen this message of the death of one who, but a few days ago was in life and health. When the message, "Mr. Carroll is dead," came over the wires we were dazed. How fittingly those words came to mind, "In the midst of life we are in death." Another friend has gone to his eternal reward. Those who knew him feel secure in the knowledge that he has met the plaudit from the lips of his God, "Well done, thou good and faithful servant." His death, or passage over the river, was an exemplification of the Christian soldier, which he was. Just at the dawning of the day the tap of the Bell was sounded over yonder, and the Boatman hurried him over that he might answer, "Here." Death came so unexpectedly, but Mr. Carroll was not unprepared. I shall never forget the beautiful words spoken over his casket on the day of his funeral by his heart-broken wife. She said, "It will not be long till we shall meet again, for we have been preparing these thirty-one years to live together throughout eternity." Oh, how sweet those words, "We shall meet again."
His was not a life that shone with a diamond's brilliance but was such a life as was the cornerstone of faithfulness and devotion to his God and his home. A more unassuming life would be hard to find. He was faithful in little things; he has become the victor and conqueror of many things in the unseen Kingdom of Glory. He was a man of great correctness of living, a devoted husband and father and a citizen without reproach. His faith that sustained him in life was an anchor both sure and steadfast in death. Mr. Carroll leaves a lonely wife, a heart-broken daughter and two manly devoted sons to love his memory, and they are consoled by the blessed assurance that his life was not a defeat, but a triumph, and life is never lord of death and love can never lose its own. Wife, look to Christ. He can dry your tears. Your companion has gone, your heart is seared, the good-bye has been spoken, the casket lid has clasped and hidden the face, so white and dear to you. But remember, his life's sun went down without a cloud in this world so it arose without a shadow in the bright eternal world. You will see him "when the mists have cleared away."
To Lillian, his only girl, I know your heart is breaking. Just one year ago I said farewell to my dear father. Words are vain in the dark hours of sorrow. He has gone, but his memory will linger as precious ointment. Look up in your grief and think of those dear beckoning hands, and say, "not my will." To Willis, his eldest son, (Ah, how proud he was of his two boys. I can see him now as he pressed so closely to his bosom the baby form of his first boy, and dedicated his little life to his God. How happy he was that he lived to see him an officer in the church). We can but say in this great sorrow, follow him as he followed Christ and you will live with him where death never comes. And now to Bascom, you have lost your best friend. You were his companion. You cannot turn without missing him. That awfulness of death has cast its shadow over your young life, but remember, your papa is only asleep in Jesus. Make a good fight as a true Christian soldier and you will keep company with him again where there are no good-byes. And now to little Granville, the little bright-eyed grandson, tears fill my eyes when I remember what you have lost. No more you will climb up in his arms and feel his embrace of love. He loved your little chubby form and your dimpled hands. Be a good boy and meet Grandpa in Heaven. We would not forget little Chrystelle, even though you were only six days old. He loved you, too. His last conversation on earth was planning for his baby granddaughter. The last act was a deed of love to little Chrystelle. May the God he loved watch over those he loved. And may He bless and comfort these lonely, broken-hearted loved ones and supply them with His promised grace.------- In sympathy, Mrs. J. B. Greer.
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Note: Written by Lucy Greer, Willis Carroll's mother-in-law, and mother of Gladys Greer Carroll. Probably from the Pittsburg, TX paper.
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Tribute for Myrick Jones Carroll
It is with sorrow that I pen this message of the death of one who, but a few days ago was in life and health. When the message, "Mr. Carroll is dead," came over the wires we were dazed. How fittingly those words came to mind, "In the midst of life we are in death." Another friend has gone to his eternal reward. Those who knew him feel secure in the knowledge that he has met the plaudit from the lips of his God, "Well done, thou good and faithful servant." His death, or passage over the river, was an exemplification of the Christian soldier, which he was. Just at the dawning of the day the tap of the Bell was sounded over yonder, and the Boatman hurried him over that he might answer, "Here." Death came so unexpectedly, but Mr. Carroll was not unprepared. I shall never forget the beautiful words spoken over his casket on the day of his funeral by his heart-broken wife. She said, "It will not be long till we shall meet again, for we have been preparing these thirty-one years to live together throughout eternity." Oh, how sweet those words, "We shall meet again."
His was not a life that shone with a diamond's brilliance but was such a life as was the cornerstone of faithfulness and devotion to his God and his home. A more unassuming life would be hard to find. He was faithful in little things; he has become the victor and conqueror of many things in the unseen Kingdom of Glory. He was a man of great correctness of living, a devoted husband and father and a citizen without reproach. His faith that sustained him in life was an anchor both sure and steadfast in death. Mr. Carroll leaves a lonely wife, a heart-broken daughter and two manly devoted sons to love his memory, and they are consoled by the blessed assurance that his life was not a defeat, but a triumph, and life is never lord of death and love can never lose its own. Wife, look to Christ. He can dry your tears. Your companion has gone, your heart is seared, the good-bye has been spoken, the casket lid has clasped and hidden the face, so white and dear to you. But remember, his life's sun went down without a cloud in this world so it arose without a shadow in the bright eternal world. You will see him "when the mists have cleared away."
To Lillian, his only girl, I know your heart is breaking. Just one year ago I said farewell to my dear father. Words are vain in the dark hours of sorrow. He has gone, but his memory will linger as precious ointment. Look up in your grief and think of those dear beckoning hands, and say, "not my will." To Willis, his eldest son, (Ah, how proud he was of his two boys. I can see him now as he pressed so closely to his bosom the baby form of his first boy, and dedicated his little life to his God. How happy he was that he lived to see him an officer in the church). We can but say in this great sorrow, follow him as he followed Christ and you will live with him where death never comes. And now to Bascom, you have lost your best friend. You were his companion. You cannot turn without missing him. That awfulness of death has cast its shadow over your young life, but remember, your papa is only asleep in Jesus. Make a good fight as a true Christian soldier and you will keep company with him again where there are no good-byes. And now to little Granville, the little bright-eyed grandson, tears fill my eyes when I remember what you have lost. No more you will climb up in his arms and feel his embrace of love. He loved your little chubby form and your dimpled hands. Be a good boy and meet Grandpa in Heaven. We would not forget little Chrystelle, even though you were only six days old. He loved you, too. His last conversation on earth was planning for his baby granddaughter. The last act was a deed of love to little Chrystelle. May the God he loved watch over those he loved. And may He bless and comfort these lonely, broken-hearted loved ones and supply them with His promised grace.------- In sympathy, Mrs. J. B. Greer.
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Note: Written by Lucy Greer, Willis Carroll's mother-in-law, and mother of Gladys Greer Carroll. Probably from the Pittsburg, TX paper.
M. J. Carroll was married to Margaret Elizabeth Strange, December 14, 1882 in Chattooga County, GA. They had 4 children: Leona Ann Carroll (who died at age 6 months, back in GA), Lillian Etna Carroll, Willis Hamilton Carroll, and Myrick Bascom Carroll. He was a member of Woodmen of the World, Pittsburg Camp #279. The family moved to Texas in the fall of 1898. They took the train from Chattanooga, TN to Memphis, TN, and then bought wagons for the rest of the trip. They stopped in Prescott, AR and spent the winter of 1898-99 with relatives, Thomas and Amanda Storey and their family, so the children could attend school, and wait for warm weather. When spring arrived, the Carroll family resumed their journey to Texas, and were accompanied by the Storey family, who had also decided to move to Texas. They settled in Pittsburg, TX where the 2 families lived next door to each other.
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Tribute for Myrick Jones Carroll
It is with sorrow that I pen this message of the death of one who, but a few days ago was in life and health. When the message, "Mr. Carroll is dead," came over the wires we were dazed. How fittingly those words came to mind, "In the midst of life we are in death." Another friend has gone to his eternal reward. Those who knew him feel secure in the knowledge that he has met the plaudit from the lips of his God, "Well done, thou good and faithful servant." His death, or passage over the river, was an exemplification of the Christian soldier, which he was. Just at the dawning of the day the tap of the Bell was sounded over yonder, and the Boatman hurried him over that he might answer, "Here." Death came so unexpectedly, but Mr. Carroll was not unprepared. I shall never forget the beautiful words spoken over his casket on the day of his funeral by his heart-broken wife. She said, "It will not be long till we shall meet again, for we have been preparing these thirty-one years to live together throughout eternity." Oh, how sweet those words, "We shall meet again."
His was not a life that shone with a diamond's brilliance but was such a life as was the cornerstone of faithfulness and devotion to his God and his home. A more unassuming life would be hard to find. He was faithful in little things; he has become the victor and conqueror of many things in the unseen Kingdom of Glory. He was a man of great correctness of living, a devoted husband and father and a citizen without reproach. His faith that sustained him in life was an anchor both sure and steadfast in death. Mr. Carroll leaves a lonely wife, a heart-broken daughter and two manly devoted sons to love his memory, and they are consoled by the blessed assurance that his life was not a defeat, but a triumph, and life is never lord of death and love can never lose its own. Wife, look to Christ. He can dry your tears. Your companion has gone, your heart is seared, the good-bye has been spoken, the casket lid has clasped and hidden the face, so white and dear to you. But remember, his life's sun went down without a cloud in this world so it arose without a shadow in the bright eternal world. You will see him "when the mists have cleared away."
To Lillian, his only girl, I know your heart is breaking. Just one year ago I said farewell to my dear father. Words are vain in the dark hours of sorrow. He has gone, but his memory will linger as precious ointment. Look up in your grief and think of those dear beckoning hands, and say, "not my will." To Willis, his eldest son, (Ah, how proud he was of his two boys. I can see him now as he pressed so closely to his bosom the baby form of his first boy, and dedicated his little life to his God. How happy he was that he lived to see him an officer in the church). We can but say in this great sorrow, follow him as he followed Christ and you will live with him where death never comes. And now to Bascom, you have lost your best friend. You were his companion. You cannot turn without missing him. That awfulness of death has cast its shadow over your young life, but remember, your papa is only asleep in Jesus. Make a good fight as a true Christian soldier and you will keep company with him again where there are no good-byes. And now to little Granville, the little bright-eyed grandson, tears fill my eyes when I remember what you have lost. No more you will climb up in his arms and feel his embrace of love. He loved your little chubby form and your dimpled hands. Be a good boy and meet Grandpa in Heaven. We would not forget little Chrystelle, even though you were only six days old. He loved you, too. His last conversation on earth was planning for his baby granddaughter. The last act was a deed of love to little Chrystelle. May the God he loved watch over those he loved. And may He bless and comfort these lonely, broken-hearted loved ones and supply them with His promised grace.------- In sympathy, Mrs. J. B. Greer.
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Note: Written by Lucy Greer, Willis Carroll's mother-in-law, and mother of Gladys Greer Carroll. Probably from the Pittsburg, TX paper.
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Tribute for Myrick Jones Carroll
It is with sorrow that I pen this message of the death of one who, but a few days ago was in life and health. When the message, "Mr. Carroll is dead," came over the wires we were dazed. How fittingly those words came to mind, "In the midst of life we are in death." Another friend has gone to his eternal reward. Those who knew him feel secure in the knowledge that he has met the plaudit from the lips of his God, "Well done, thou good and faithful servant." His death, or passage over the river, was an exemplification of the Christian soldier, which he was. Just at the dawning of the day the tap of the Bell was sounded over yonder, and the Boatman hurried him over that he might answer, "Here." Death came so unexpectedly, but Mr. Carroll was not unprepared. I shall never forget the beautiful words spoken over his casket on the day of his funeral by his heart-broken wife. She said, "It will not be long till we shall meet again, for we have been preparing these thirty-one years to live together throughout eternity." Oh, how sweet those words, "We shall meet again."
His was not a life that shone with a diamond's brilliance but was such a life as was the cornerstone of faithfulness and devotion to his God and his home. A more unassuming life would be hard to find. He was faithful in little things; he has become the victor and conqueror of many things in the unseen Kingdom of Glory. He was a man of great correctness of living, a devoted husband and father and a citizen without reproach. His faith that sustained him in life was an anchor both sure and steadfast in death. Mr. Carroll leaves a lonely wife, a heart-broken daughter and two manly devoted sons to love his memory, and they are consoled by the blessed assurance that his life was not a defeat, but a triumph, and life is never lord of death and love can never lose its own. Wife, look to Christ. He can dry your tears. Your companion has gone, your heart is seared, the good-bye has been spoken, the casket lid has clasped and hidden the face, so white and dear to you. But remember, his life's sun went down without a cloud in this world so it arose without a shadow in the bright eternal world. You will see him "when the mists have cleared away."
To Lillian, his only girl, I know your heart is breaking. Just one year ago I said farewell to my dear father. Words are vain in the dark hours of sorrow. He has gone, but his memory will linger as precious ointment. Look up in your grief and think of those dear beckoning hands, and say, "not my will." To Willis, his eldest son, (Ah, how proud he was of his two boys. I can see him now as he pressed so closely to his bosom the baby form of his first boy, and dedicated his little life to his God. How happy he was that he lived to see him an officer in the church). We can but say in this great sorrow, follow him as he followed Christ and you will live with him where death never comes. And now to Bascom, you have lost your best friend. You were his companion. You cannot turn without missing him. That awfulness of death has cast its shadow over your young life, but remember, your papa is only asleep in Jesus. Make a good fight as a true Christian soldier and you will keep company with him again where there are no good-byes. And now to little Granville, the little bright-eyed grandson, tears fill my eyes when I remember what you have lost. No more you will climb up in his arms and feel his embrace of love. He loved your little chubby form and your dimpled hands. Be a good boy and meet Grandpa in Heaven. We would not forget little Chrystelle, even though you were only six days old. He loved you, too. His last conversation on earth was planning for his baby granddaughter. The last act was a deed of love to little Chrystelle. May the God he loved watch over those he loved. And may He bless and comfort these lonely, broken-hearted loved ones and supply them with His promised grace.------- In sympathy, Mrs. J. B. Greer.
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Note: Written by Lucy Greer, Willis Carroll's mother-in-law, and mother of Gladys Greer Carroll. Probably from the Pittsburg, TX paper.
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Farewell, my wife and children all. From you, a father Christ doth call.
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