Mrs. Eliza Rinehart passed away at her home at Hot Springs, N.C., at 1:30 a.m. Wednesday, October 7, 1925. She was 60 years, 5 months, 25 days old. She had been a patient sufferer for a year, never complaining but in all things willing for God’s will to be done.
The morning before she passed away, she told her daughter, who had been constantly with her for months, not to grieve for her, for she had done all that could be done for her. She said she was ready and willing to go. She knew she was going to be with Christ, her Savior, and be at rest forever more.
Almost her last words were “Lord, have mercy, I love everybody.” She was a faithful, devoted mother, a loving sister, and a kind and generous friend and neighbor.
She is survived by three children: one daughter, Mrs. J.L. Gamble of Miami, Fla., two sons, Walter of Azalea, N.C., and Roy of Black Mountain, N.C.; also four sisters survive her: Mrs. R.B. Payne of W. Asheville, N.C., Mrs. Josie Mull, Mrs. H.K. Norton, and Mrs. J.J. rector, all of Marshall, N.C.
Funeral services were held at the Baptist Church, Hot Springs, Thursday at 10 a.m., conducted by Rev. Mr. McFee, pastor of the church. Services were also held at Station Cemetery near Walnut, N.C., where the body was interred. Following is a poem entitled “Mother”, written by Mrs. Lillie Yates Shaw, friend of the family, which was read at both services by Professor Watts of Hot Springs:
Who fed us from her loving breast?
Who rocked us in her arms to rest?
Who kissed away the baby tears,
And who cared for us through early years?
Our Mother.
Who sang for us sweet lullabies
And rocked us so we would not cry?
Who ran to help us when we fell
And kissed the par to make it well?
Our Mother.
Who cared for us through hours of pain
Whose every nerve was in a strain?
Who worked and watched with heavy eyes
And wept for fear that we should die?
Our Mother.
Who taught our infant lips to pray
To love and honor God’s word and day
And walk the straight and narrow way
That will lead us to Heaven some sweet day?
Our Mother.
And for all this that she has done,
Let holy words come from our tongue;
And noblest thoughts our soul can claim
As reverently we breathe her name,
The blessed name of Mother.
From the front page of The News Record, Marshall, N.C., Friday, Oct. 16, 1925. “The only newspaper published in Madison County.”
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