The Lexington progress. (Lexington, Tenn.) 1884-current, 1921-08-19
DEATH OF SYKES THREADILL.

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James Sykes ThreadgiIl, born Oct
81, 1867, died August 9, 1921, age 81
years, nine months and 8 days. Or
Feb 20, 1890 he was married tt
Mary Eta Reid. To this union was
born ten children, six boys and -four
grid, eight of whom survive, Mrs
| 7. MYRTLE Milan, of Whitefern, Jno
c., of Texas, j, Ernest, Roy L., Mrs
w. c. (Gartrude) of Jackson, viii B.
Ruby and j. S. Two, Zadie Mae anC
James Reed passed away some eight.
cen months past.
He professed faith in Christ Il
years ago, to which faith he has
claimed and acknowledged all the
while since, but for reasons best
known to himself never united with
any church.
He took his bed June 9th, was down
nine weeks and one day, From the
first he told his wife he would never
get we'll and nearer the end told his
children that he was growing worse
and was nearer gone.
All of his children were at his bed
side when the end came.
He was the youngest of family of
eight children, all of whom have now
past away, except sister, Mrs. A.
B. White.
Funeral services were held by Rev.
W. W. Henley and Rev. Joe Cason, at
Old Nebo, before a large number of
relatives and friends, after which the
remains were laid to rest in the near
by cemetery, Bourne & Griffin in
charge.
He had lived his entire life, with
the exception of few months at the
place where he was born, near Cruel
fer, having moved from there in De-
cember, 1920. to a place two miles
South of Jackson, on part of what is
known as the old Chester farm. Was
we'll satisfied with his new home and
had made many friends there and
with his old friends in Henderson
county, many mourn his death.
At the age Of 81, this our friend
and neighbor quietly passed away
Tuesday morning, August 9th, at his
newly acquired home in Madison
county, near Jackson. This loved and
loving husband, father and friend had
just reached the point in life beyond
where manhood's morning touches
noon, And though it may be true that
the shadows had begun to fall toward
the East, he was still in the prime of
life, and while yet in love with life
and raptured with the joys and beau
ties of the world, he passed to silence
and pathetic dust. Yet after all it
may be best, we do not know, there.
fore we cannot tell for every life, no
matter if it's every hour is rich with
love and every moment joy, will at
it close become tragedy as sad and
dark as can be woven of the warp and
wool of mystery and death.
Thus we are brought to understand
that life is only narrow walls be-
tween the barren peaks of two eterni-
ties, and we strive in vain to look be-
yond the heighths, and though we cry
aloud there comes no answer from the
voiceless lips of the silent unreplying
dead. But in the night of death, hope
always sees star, and listing love
can hear the gentle rustic of a wing.
Then why should we not be brave
enough to meet that which all have
met, or fear that which will surely
come to all that is, for we do not know
which is the greatest blessing, life or
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death is not good, for who knows
whittier the grave is the end of this
life or the door of another, or wheth-
er the night here is not somewhere
a dawn.
To the bereaved family there is
for them this consideration: The dead |
do not suffer. No man standing
where the horizon of life has touch
ed a grave has any right to prophecy |
a future filled with pain and tears. If |
our loved ones live again their lives |
will surely be as good as ours. The |
same divine intelligence viii govern |
here and there and we need have no |
fear, for we are all children OF the |
same mother and the same fate
awaits us all.
Sykes lived and spent his life
among US. For forty years he has
been our neighbor and our friend and
no eulogy of him is necessary either
in oval or printed language for the
vast multitude that thronged the GEM
etery to pay their last tribute to res
pect gave evidence beyond doubt /
that both he and his highly respected |
family was loved and honored by all
who knew them.
HIS FRIEND.