Individual Details

Marriage

According to family lore, they had a skillet and a mule when they to married.

Death

Peacefully Passes Away

At the birth of another day in the calm and hush of a perfect golden morn, the spirit of Mrs. Mary H. Furr winged its flight to God, dying as she had lived, gently, quietly, tranquilly. Not a tremor, or shadow of pain or struggle – her prayer was answered! Her devoted family who had so tenderly nursed and watched her throughout her long illness and who, faithful to the last, standing by the bed side barely knew when she drew her last breath, so peaceful was her going. Frail and delicate for years, her health gradually declined and for twelve months and a little longer she had never left her home, spending the greater part of that time in bed, a patient uncomplaining sufferer. Always cheerful and bright, her friends went away inspired and to bear more bravely their own ills and went away determined to imitate this kindly, sweet spirited invalid. And well might we make of her an example in many of her noble characteristics. For weeks and weeks, merging into months, the family had sadly but fully realized that their beloved mother would never again be restored to even comparative health, and for days felt that she might leave them any hour. She too knew this resignedly, gladly awaited the call of the Messenger, the end coming Saturday morning, March 3, 1923, at 5:30 o’clock. The funeral was held at the residence Sunday forenoon at 11 o’clock. Her pastor, Rev. W. H. Mounger conducted the service, assisted by Rev. J. H. Holder of New Albany, a former pastor. Both made beautiful talks, paying deserved tribute to the gentle sleeper whom they held in such reverent regard having known her as a true, consecrated Christian, a devout member of the Methodist church since her youth. Appropriate hymns she had loved were softly sung, Miss Vera Salmon, a great niece, playing the accompanyment. A long procession of automobiles followed the herse to the Old Lebanon cemetery, a few miles west of Toccopola, where the pure white casket was lowered to the tomb by the side of her husband who preceeded her to the grave sixteen years ago. Rev. Mounger concluded with the committal service and the two graves were hidden from view by the banks of the loveliest flowers, such as in life she had always been so fond.