Mrs. Jane Thompson, the subject of this notice was born in
Carroll Co., Virginia April 17, 1838; died January 28, 1914 aged 75 years, 9
months and 11 days. She was a daughter of Isaac and Penelope Bolt, being the
third child of a family of eight. She was born near the place of her death. Her
ancestors as far as we have any record, came from
She was united in matrimony with Isaac Thompson, July 13, 1860; by the result of this union six children [four boys and two girls] were born, three of whom survive her.
She was a kind and loving mother and a devoted companion. In the sickness and poverty of her relatives and neighbors she was always ready and willing to respond to her needs. Her whole life was one of incessant toil for her children that they might not be in need or suffer.
About the year 1897, in July, she united with the
Her last illness covered a period of nearly two months, during which time she suffered great pain, but bore it with fortitude and patience. In the final days of her earthly existence, she talked a great deal, and left no doubt in the minds of those who heard her, but now that she is asleep in Jesus. A short time before she passed away she said to her husband “this is not my home, I am going to a new home; I cannot stay in this rough and troublesome place any longer.” She asked if she thought she could rest better in her new home, and she answered, “Yes.” She said she saw the prettiest flowers and green pines that she had never seen and that little birds were playing all among them; and she stretched forth her hand, as if to grasp them. She said, “Do you hear that singing?” “I heard it all night.” She said shortly before the end, that her mother had been with her all night, although her mother had preceded her in death nearly thirty years. She became speechless shortly after and the end came as peacefully as an infant falling asleep.
Funeral services were conducted by Elders R. M. Maybry, F. P. Branscome and James M. Dickerson, at the Pines School House; and after services were over, the remains were interred in the family graveyard, near by, there to rest until the drawing of the Resurrection Morn.
Written by her youngest son,
“But now she is before the dazzling throne,
And all her suffering is done;
So she will not wish he back again,
But say Dear Mother, with God remain.
But still it seems that we can hardly bear
To think we can see her sweet smiles no more,
But may the Lord our souls prepare
To meet with her on the other shore.”
Her oldest son,
J. W. Thompson