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Mrs. Anna
Mae Nichols, age 86, native and lifelong resident of
Mrs.
Nichols was a member of
Surviving
Mrs. Nichols are her daughters and sons-in-law; Connie and Tommy
Duncan, and
Cathy and Larry Brackett, all of Blairsville; a sister, Maudell
Nicholson, of
Blairsville; three grandchildren: Ronnie Duncan, Stephanie Hollis, and
Shannon
Brackett; great grandsons: Justin Duncan, Spencer Brackett, and Brooks
Brackett, many nieces and nephews also survive.
Funeral
services were held
Cochran
Funeral Home of Blairsville in charge of arrangements.
You may send condolences to the family and
view Mrs. Nichols’ video tribute by visiting our website at www.cochranfuneralhomes.com.
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Mrs.
Ethelene Dyer, age 85, a native and lifelong resident of
Born in
Survivors
of Mrs. Dyer include a daughter, Audrey Ledford, of Blairsville; son
and
daughter-in-law, Jack and Sheila Dyer, of Young Harris, Georgia, and
son and
daughter-in-law, Robert Melvin and Carole Dyer, of
Funeral
services were held
Cochran
Funeral Home of Blairsville in charge of arrangements.
You may view the video tribute and sign the
guest register at www.cochranfuneralhomes.com.
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The
Norman Medford-Peden Funeral Home of Marietta, GA announces the death
of Gail
Dyer Wilson, age 45. Gail passed away at
her home early Monday morning, October 18th as the result of a
massive heart attack.
Gail is
survived by her husband, Harold Wilson, sons, Mickey and Tony. Also, brother and sister-in-law, Danny and
Kim Dyer of
Gail was
preceded in death by a brother, Gary Dyer, parents
A
memorial service is planned for Sunday, October 31st at
The
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Mrs.
Vandoria Barnes Ross, age 84, of
Surviving
Mrs. Ross are one daughter and son-in-law, Sue and John Garrett of
Blairsville,
two sons and daughters-in-law, Walter H. and Martha Ross of Virginia
Beach, VA,
Charlie and Cathy Ross of Blairsville, two sisters, Lattie Legg of
Blairsville,
Margaret Payne of Blairsville, three brothers, Marvin Barnes of
Columbus, Doris
Barnes of Powder Springs, Oris Barnes of Blairsville, four
grandchildren,
Shirley Campbell of Nantahala, NC, Hillary Kienborts of Germany,
Charlie E.
Ross II, and Cory Ross both of Blairsville, many other relatives and
friends
also survive.
Funeral
services were held on
Mountain
View Funeral Home of Blairsville in charge of the arrangements.
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Allegheny Lodge #114
Resolutions of the Life
and Character
It is with great sadness
that the
Lodge contemplates the death of Brother Merritt. On
Brother Merritt was an
upright and
honorable citizen, a faithful, loving husband, father, and grandfather.
Brother Merritt was a
man of few
words. He always had a smile on his face
and an extended hand to any fellowman.
He was always ready to help any way he could and wanted no
recognition
for his deeds. He represented the
character of a mason through out his life.
Brother Merritt’s
earthly work is
done. He fought a good fight and he kept
the faith. Henceforth there is laid up
for him an eternal life in the great beyond where no sickness, no
sorrows and
no tears ever all.
Therefore
be it resolved
1st That the Lodge has
sustained a
great loss of our Brother
2nd That while we
deplore his death
yet in humble submission we bow to the will of “God in His great
providence”
3rd That this Lodge
extends its
sympathy to the family of our deceased Brother
The
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Allegheny Lodge #114
Resolutions of the Life
and Character
It is with great sadness
that the
Lodge contemplates the death of Brother Stroud.
He was born on
Brother Stroud was an
upright
honorable citizen. He served his country
honorable during WWII in the Army Air Corp, a faithful loving husband,
gather,
grandfather and great grandfather.
His smile, and his
extended hand to
all will always be remembered of Brother Stroud. He
captured by his photography many beautiful
scenes and precious memories for all and displayed them in the
hospital,
nursing home and Allegheny Lodge.
Brother Stroud’s earthly
work is
done. He fought a good fight and he kept
the faith. Henceforth there is laid up
for him an eternal life in the great beyond where no sickness, no
sorrows and
no tears ever all.
Therefore
be it resolved
1st That the Lodge has
sustained a
great loss of our Brother
2nd That while we
deplore his death
yet in humble submission we bow to the will of “God in His great
providence”
3rd That this Lodge
extends its
sympathy to the family of our deceased Brother
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eulogy
of
Given by Lisa E. Umbehant
William
Lake Stroud was my grandfather, my “Pappaw.” Born
When
Pappaw was a small child his father died.
MayBelle had a three year old and a 9 month old to raise so she
moved in
with her parents, Zach and Ms. Ad. From
what I understand, Zach felt that children were to be seen and not
heard. I cannot imagine Pappaw and Wade
not being
heard. Though I know they loved each
other those two bickered most every time I can remember.
It would
be many years later that I finally got to meet my grandfather and even
many
more before we became friends. In the
meantime, he met and married my grandmother Lucy and had four great
kids. They would eventually divorce and he
would go
on to meet the love of his life, my grandmother Kathryn Willingham
Stroud.
My
earliest memories of papaw are not of him.
They are simply of a trailer in
Then
there was a swing that hung out on the oak tree next to their driveway,
up the
road from here. I can remember looking
down at my feet and counting acorns.
It’s long gone now, but I loved that swing and have often asked
Pappaw
to put up another one.
As many
of you know, Pappaw was very good at woodworking. He
has made many beautiful things. As a child
to walk into his basement was
awesome. So many machines and
tools. He would take the time to explain
what they were and how they worked. He
would grab a piece of bent metal with a contraption on the end and say
“You
ever seen one of these?” It was one of
his many lessons. He would grab a piece
of wood and show me what it did, how to work it. Then
hand it to me to see if I could do
it. He would explain why the tool was
made that way and where he got it.
I found a
can of bent nails down there once. He
told me that they used to reuse nails.
Hammer then straight again. He
would say, “You just don’t know how hard it was.” He
war right.
What did I know? I am only a
child and he has had a lifetime of experience.
I wanted to know more and being around him was like turning on a
faucet
of history to family, ancestors, and
In high
school I took an interest in photography.
It must have been contagious. The
next thing I knew the old man had a dark room built and fully equipped. He was subscribing to Shutter Bug magazine
and collecting old cameras. He built a
cabinet to display his collection. Took
hundreds of photos. Began to copy
pictures for the community. He donated
many to the hospital and Courthouse.
I went to
the
One year
during the fall we took a day trip to photograph waterfalls. We woke up before dawn and were well on our
way to
The
photography craze died down and then came the chickens.
I remember many years ago when I was a child
he had guineas. This time it was
bantams. First there were just a
few. Then in true Pappaw fashion it was
if he could not help himself but go head first into his new passion. Uncle Bill helped him to build a chicken
coup. He was subscribing to chicken
magazines. He was hatching and cross
breeding. Before I knew it we were going
to
That was
the things about Pappaw. He always had a
way with words. As he would say “I’m
easy understood.” Mammaw was always
getting onto him about his bluntness. He
also was unwavering in his opinions. We
had many discussions about politics and religion. Recently
on the phone we were arguing over
the upcoming election. We disagreed
vehemently. However before we hung up we
both agreed that we like each other enough to still be friends.
Each
October our family meets up at the house for a day of fun and Brunswick
stew. Papaw would start early with the
stew. He would get out the old cast iron
pot and set it in the back yard over a fire.
Meanwhile in the kitchen my mother starts her own version of
Brunswick
stew. During the day we will all have a
bowl of each and tell each one that theirs is the best.
This is my favorite time of year. The
trees are full of color, like the
painting I saw for the first time so long ago.
Two weeks
ago Pappaw was not feeling so strong and went to the hospital. Last Thursday we were told he was
cancer. Over the weekend Pappaw assured
us that he was not afraid to die.
Tuesday morning he passed in his sleep.
He was 79 years old.
When the
wildflowers bloom each spring he will be on my mind.
Cosmos, trillium, lily of the valley,
black-eyed susans, there are too many to name, he loved them all. I will miss the Brunswick stew but am sure
that one of the family will step up and take over Pappaw’s place at the
pot. I will miss the smell of freshly
cut wood in the basement but will remember Papaw each time I look at
the
Grandfather clock he made, open my hope chest and use the step he made
to reach
for something high in the cabinet. I
will miss my Pappaw greatly. I feel
privileged to have known him and proud to say he was my friend.
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