Obituaries - W
WILSON, Henry Ransom
(Submitted by Betty Phillips)
William Ransom Wilson
July 23, 1867 - March 12, 1912
The years are passing, friends are dying and tears are falling everywhere but we are not left comfortless, for the sweet promise of many mansions fills our mind and heart. Then, too, we have so often, so plainly been told that as the matured grain is sown in the fresh, warm earth to come forth, young and green unto another life, so these bodies, worn and tired, are sown in corruption to come forth young strong and beautifyl unto a larger, more glorious life. This is the Scriptural explination of the mystery called death, and the best yet given.
We are told that there is no suffering, we are told of the peace and love, we are told of the beauty and glory of that celestrial region, then why should we grieve when our loved ones are called to claim one of the many Mansions, and yet ever near us, though unseen, and yet the dear immortal spirits tread for all the boundless universe is life, there is no dead.
William Ransom Wilson was born in Montgomery county Miss July 23, 1867, and died March 12, 1912. He was married Dec. 16th 1885 to Leona Mitchell who with four children survive him.
Dear boys your father died young so your home will be the home of your mother, and to her may each of you be all that sons could be, filling her declining years, not only with comfort but giving her the tenderness and love so dear to ever mother.
At home he was kind and lovable, working hard even to the last days of his life for the glory of God and for the good of humanity.
After moving to Wallerville he was Superintendent of the Sunday School. Here he won the hearts of many and he it was who met friends and strangers to speak the kindly workds of “welcome,” and give them the handclasp of Christian love and fellowship.
On Tuesday, March the 12th, 1912 the Heavenly Messenger called him and surrounded by his family and friends he joyfully went to claim his mansion already prepared by a Father, whose love is unfailing and eternial.
On the morning of the 13th at his home the funeral was conducted by bros. E.L. Wesson and J.L. Boyd, and all that was mortal of William Ransom Wilson was borne to New Albany cemetery and tenderly laid to rest. His relatives adn children have the sympathy of everybody. To the dear wife so bereaved, so faithful through every change, so true through every trial, is the promise given to “I am with you always,” and her home shall be where the love of God is forever shining. — S.C. Givens
[Note: Typed from an old newspaper clipping. Typos are as they appeared.]
WILSON, Leona Mitchell
(Submitted by Betty Phillips)
In Memory of Mrs. Leona Mitchell Wilson
After a brief illness of only five days, our Dear Friend and neighbor, Mrs. L.M. Wilson, passed to her better home beyond the vale of this life, last Monday, March 31st (1930), at eleven o’clock at the South Mississippi Infirmary in Hattiesbuurg, where she was carried on Friday before for a physical examination and treatment. Mrs. Wilson is survived by four sons, L.A. and Frank Wilson, of Richton; Roy Wilson, of Vicksburg, and Willie Wilson, of Greenville, and one sister, Mrs. J.W. Thornell, of Ethel, Miss.
In the death of Mrs. Wilson, I am sure that our town and community feels very keenly our loss, especially do we feel our loss in the Baptist church of which she was a most devoted member, and faithful worker. She lived a life of sacrificial service for her Lord and Master, witnessing for Him when the opportunities presented themselves, and serving anywhere He called. She carried sunshine into the sick room. She carried comfort to the sad, and encouraged those who were inclined to despair. Her persistent life of service has no doubt inspired many to greater effort in the Master’s work and service for humanity.
Grandmother Wilson (yes, you will permit me to call you by the familiar name, won’t you?) we know that you are happy in the presence of our Dear Savior today. But Oh! How we are going to miss you from our midst when we come to worship on the Lord’s Day. Then how were are going to miss those visits from you in our own home, and the homes of the sick in the field and those prayers of Faith. How they have strengthened us along the way, but we know that God knows best, and we just want to be submissive to His will.
To the family, we would say, Heaven should be more real now than ever before, for there is a Treasure there for you more precious than any earthly treasure - Mother. Weep not as those who have no hope for we know that God does not make any mistakes. — J.H. Cothen, Her Pastor.