World War II Veteran. Charlie Britton Dunaway, Route 3, Middlesboro, Kentucky, passed away early Tuesday morning, May 6, 1975 at his home. He was 74 years old. He was born on September 25, 1900 in Middlesboro, Kentucky, son of the late Frank Dunaway and Fannie Raines Dunaway. A resident of the area most of his life, he was a retired coal minor. He believed in the Baptist faith. He was a member of the Junior Order of United American Mechanics and F.F. & C Shenandoah Tribe No. 159 Improved Order of Red Men. He was also a World War II Veteran serving in the Medical Corp. Surviving relatives include his wife, Cora L. Dunaway of Middlesboro; one son, James L. Dunaway, of Huntington Park, California; several nieces and nephews and a host of other relatives and friends. Funeral services were conducted at 3:30 p.m. on Thursday, May 8, 1975 at the Shumate Funeral Home Chapel in Middlesboro, Kentucky. Officiating ministers were the Rev. Grady Cupp and Rev. W. B. Bingham. Song services were rendered by Jimmy Jackson and Dickie Siler. Military graveside rites were conducted by the American Legion. Interment was in the Hurst Cemetery, Middlesboro, Kentucky.
DO NOT WEEP FOR ME
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
Tomorrow is the most Important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we've learned something from yesterday.
TAPS
Day is done...
Gone the sun
From the lake...
From the hills...
From the sky.
All is well...
Safely rest
God is nigh.
Fading light....
Dims the sight
And a star....
Gems the sky....
Gleaming bright
From afar....
Drawing nigh
Falls the night.
DO NOT WEEP FOR ME
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
Tomorrow is the most Important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we've learned something from yesterday.
TAPS
Day is done...
Gone the sun
From the lake...
From the hills...
From the sky.
All is well...
Safely rest
God is nigh.
Fading light....
Dims the sight
And a star....
Gems the sky....
Gleaming bright
From afar....
Drawing nigh
Falls the night.
World War II Veteran. Charlie Britton Dunaway, Route 3, Middlesboro, Kentucky, passed away early Tuesday morning, May 6, 1975 at his home. He was 74 years old. He was born on September 25, 1900 in Middlesboro, Kentucky, son of the late Frank Dunaway and Fannie Raines Dunaway. A resident of the area most of his life, he was a retired coal minor. He believed in the Baptist faith. He was a member of the Junior Order of United American Mechanics and F.F. & C Shenandoah Tribe No. 159 Improved Order of Red Men. He was also a World War II Veteran serving in the Medical Corp. Surviving relatives include his wife, Cora L. Dunaway of Middlesboro; one son, James L. Dunaway, of Huntington Park, California; several nieces and nephews and a host of other relatives and friends. Funeral services were conducted at 3:30 p.m. on Thursday, May 8, 1975 at the Shumate Funeral Home Chapel in Middlesboro, Kentucky. Officiating ministers were the Rev. Grady Cupp and Rev. W. B. Bingham. Song services were rendered by Jimmy Jackson and Dickie Siler. Military graveside rites were conducted by the American Legion. Interment was in the Hurst Cemetery, Middlesboro, Kentucky.
DO NOT WEEP FOR ME
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
Tomorrow is the most Important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we've learned something from yesterday.
TAPS
Day is done...
Gone the sun
From the lake...
From the hills...
From the sky.
All is well...
Safely rest
God is nigh.
Fading light....
Dims the sight
And a star....
Gems the sky....
Gleaming bright
From afar....
Drawing nigh
Falls the night.
DO NOT WEEP FOR ME
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
Tomorrow is the most Important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we've learned something from yesterday.
TAPS
Day is done...
Gone the sun
From the lake...
From the hills...
From the sky.
All is well...
Safely rest
God is nigh.
Fading light....
Dims the sight
And a star....
Gems the sky....
Gleaming bright
From afar....
Drawing nigh
Falls the night.
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