The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1915-11-19
Joie 0wenby Craddock.

Joie 0wenby Craddock.
An angel called her away.
Like tired child on it's mother
breast
She fell asleep at the close of day
And went to rest.
Her beautiful spirit fled
Back to the God who gave it birth
And lent it here to bless the earth,
She is not dead
But lives in love
Her footprints on life's sands are
made
And memory will never fade
OF her. love.
| Just as the moon rose and the
stars came out on the evening of
November 10 the sweet spirit of Joie
Owenby Craddock winged it's way to
eternal realms.
There is no word that l could say
that would make her memory dearer
to many hearts than it now is, for
the true value of Mrs. Craddock
could only be appreciated by know
ing her. Physically she was small
and frail but her constitution was
one of the strongest and she was
one of the bravest, most ambitious,
intellectual women 1 ever knew.
Mrs. Craddock was a real friend
of mine. From the heart to heart
talks l have had with her, l gather
thoughts so sweet, powerful and
beautiful that no words of mine
could possibly express them. One
afternoon less than three months
ago she called me to come to her
home and help her do some writing.
She was then very weak, but that
great brain of hers was at work
thinking thoughts she could not pen.
wrote her poem as she dictated. 1t
was in memory of a departed friend
and when l mentioned the heading
Mrs. Craddock said to me: write
it AT Rest l do not like the word
death and l never use it for there is
no death" And when the beautiful
little poem was finished and | had
read it to her, she sat up in bed and
looking afar off, said: Isn't it
great to live in such a way that
when life is ended people feel better
for having known your"
Wonderful little woman. | repeat
now what I told her that day. III
Riley's words are true and "a good
man never dies" then the soul light
of Joie Craddock will shine thruout
the ages, rejecting in the hearts and
lives of men and women. She knew
how to appreciate kindness and
overlook fault, and one of the most
beautiful traits of her character was
stones at the erring, but lent hand
to help if she could and always had
a word of cheer to offer. Once she |
told me that she tried to discover
enough virtues in every human to
cover up the faults Surely this
alone explains her faith and trust in
If Mrs. Craddock could help one
Ter answer was always yes" even
hough her health would hardly per-
nit her to do SO. l can recall sew
raj instances when she accomplished
work that was far beyond her
trength in order to be of help to
one one.
l have read and talked to her,
when, at times catching a line of
bought, l could see her drift far
way from our subject in world
perhaps all her own, but the en-
engagement that she has given to
ne and hosts of others and the
weet stirring thoughts of her heart
nd soul will grow and grow and
i've on and on, even though her lit
lie hand has laid the pen aside for
yer.
l am very grateful for having
nown Mrs. Craddock. Turnout her T
fe she has been faithful, brave and 7
rue to her home, her friends and
er God. While nothing more could
e expected of anyone this woman
i'd do more and was more to the
'orld. could not express my feel
lg better in thinking of her than
} repeat her own words: isn't it
reat to live in such a. way that
hen life is ended people feel better
" having known your"
HAZEL MANLEY.