Southern Graves

I like his name! Marsh was born 17 March 1883 to Henry D. and Martha L. Wood. When Marsh was 17 years old, the family was living in Dooly County, Georgia. About 1905 Marsh married Bessie, and by 1910 they were living in Montgomery, Alabama. Marsh was working as a street car conductor at the time. When Marsh registered for the draft in 1918, he and Bessie were in Lafayette County, Florida. A couple of years later (January 1920) would find Marsh and Bessie in Clinch County, Georgia, where Marsh was a sawyer in a shingle mill. Five months after that, Marsh was dead. God's hand touched him and he slept. (Pinehurst City Cemetery, Dooly County, Georgia) What the heck happened? Was there an accident at the mill? Did Marsh get sick? I sure would like to know. Anybody? BTW - Marsh was brother (and brother-in-law) to Henry A. and Laura Hendley Wood .

Unless the phrase is simply "At Rest" , I don't often see two individuals buried side-by-side with the same epitaph. (Though I suppose it's probably not that uncommon.) I found this to be true, however, with Henry Arthur Wood and his wife Laura E. Hendley. They rest at Pinehurst City Cemetery in Dooly County, Georgia.  And both were "faithful to every duty." Henry Arthur Wood (1880-1935) and wife Laura E. Hendley Wood (1882-1970). Faithful to Every Duty. Photo © 2011-2015 S. Lincecum. An 1894 Sunday School Helper says, "Faithful to duty is one way of honoring him who gives you a duty to do." Henry and Laura honored God by doing the best they could with their lives. I'm sure the lives of the Wood family were turned upside down with the passing of Henry. Here's an excerpt from his obituary printed in the 30 March 1935 Macon Telegraph (Georgia), page 4: Mr. Wood succumbed to injuries suffered Sunday afternoon in an automobile a...

Macon Weekly Telegraph 22 January 1892 NOTES OF LOCAL INTEREST The Jackson Artillery! "Here is something I want every Confederate soldier in Macon to see, and every Federal for the matter of that." "I want them to see it because I want them to know that the daughter of an old Confederate, catching the inspiration from old war stories and these war relics, has combined natural genius with natural sentiment, and has painted these relics of the Jackson Artillery with an artist's brush and the spirit of a soldier's daughter." It was Captain Tom Massenburg who spoke. He stood before an oil painting of "Relics of the Jackson Artillery." Only a flag, dear to the Southerner's heart, torn by the pitiless storms of leaden hail that poured upon its folds as it waved proudly in the breeze at Murfreesboro, Chattanooga, Chicamauga, Missionary Ridge, Mobile or Atlanta. Only a bared sabre, whose jagged edge tells of something more real than the holiday exercis...