SONGER, Andrew Jackson — Andrew Jackson Songer was born September 8, 1832, and died January 10, 1907 aged 74 years, 4 months and 2 days. His death was
a surprise to everybody. He seemed to be enjoying very good health up to the very time of his death. On the night before he died he was taken suddenly
ill with cramp colic, and only lived about seven hours.
He was on a visit to Mechanicsburg, Va., and was spending the winter with his son Ward Songer. He expected to visit several friends in Bland and
Pulaski County, and then return to Huntington, W. Va., where be made his home with his children. But, alas! "Man proposes and God disposes." He did
not think that ere the winter's storm should break upon the shore, his soul should be summoned to the Great White Throne.
Brother Songer was born in Montgomery not far from the White Sulphur Springs. His father, Christian Songer, back in the fifties, moved to
Snowville, and there raised an honorable family, viz: George Songer, Gordon Songer, William Songer and A. J. Songer, the subject of this sketch.
Not long before the war A. J. Songer was married to Charlotte Pannell, and to them were born twelve children, viz: Mary Ann E. Songer, Luella Clary
Songer, James B. Songer, Sarah Elizabeth Songer, Virinia Helen Songer, Ward Songer, John T. Songer, Martha Jane Songer, George W. Songer, Fannie V.
Songer, Lucinda F. Songer, Charles F. Songer. His wife and four children preceded him to the spirit world.
At the outbreak of the war our subject was living in Kanawha Valley, and when the Southern army retreated he made his escape to this country, and had
to serve a term in the Confederate ranks. In one of the terrible battles around Petersburg his right arm was shattered near the elbow, but the
surgeons saved his arm by removing seven inches of bone -- leaving a limber joint. Thus, crippled for life, he faced a cold world and the many hard
battles he fought will never be known in this life. With a cheerful face and a kind word for everybody he moved quietly along. He was perfectly content
in every condition of life -- grumbling was not on his lips. He spent most of his life as a miller. Just recently he said "I never took toll from a
poor widow's grain." He never saw the day that he would not have divided his bread or clothes with the poor. He was greatly beloved by all the people. He
had no enemies in this world. He trusted God and believed that all things would work together for his good. When old age came, he leaned on the strong
arms of his noble children, and his sunset of life was a real "Beaulah Land," where he enjoyed a foretaste of that sweet peace, which the saints
inherit in the Kingdom of God.
For a number of years he had been a member of the Christian church. He often stood in the congregation and read the Bible and exhorted with warm power. He believed in a "full salvation," and enjoyed this sweet experience. His whole life was as a light in a dark place; his character was simply
beautiful; his spirit was meek and lowly, like the Master's.
But our brother came to the last mile-post in life's journey. When asked what word should be sent to his absent children he said: "Tell the children
that I have fought a good fight, and for them to follow me as I have followed Christ." A little later he said: "The end has come --farewell,
farewell," and without a groan or struggle he fell asleep in Jesus. The funeral services were conducted by the writer. Amidst sobs and tears all
that remained of Andrew Jackson Songer was lowered into the grave, while upon the air floated the sweet solemn words:
"Life's labor done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies
While heaven and earth combine to say,
How blest the righteous when he dies."
Source unknown, Mechanicsburg, Va., January 15, 1907, J.T. Taylor Civil War