s/o Mason Singleton & Nancy Lofon
h/o Martha Jane Lewis

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Published: Marble Falls Messenger Oct. 2, 1919

SINGLETON, W. H. H. - 23 Sept 1919

W. H. H. Singleton, the subject of this sketch was born in Kentucky, Dec. 26, 1840. He moved with his father to Tennessee while quite young, from which state he moved to Arkansas and lived there three years; from there they moved to Texas. He, with his father's family, arrived in Burnet County Dec. 25, 1859. At the outbreak of the Civil War he, like many other true hearted Southerners, was bitterly opposed to the war, but could not raise a hand to strike his own state and, in 1861, he joined the volunteers and served with the infantry through the entire war. He served under Col. Wash Jones late of Bastrop County, and Capt. D. V. Grant, who died a few years ago at Liberty Hill, of whom he often spoke as being the best man he ever knew. He participated in a number of hard fought battles and came through safe and sound. He has two comrades who yet survive him in Burnet County, T. B. Lewis of Marble Falls and Bob Lewis of Bertram. He also served with H. W. Hall of Smithwick.

In 1865 he was married to Miss Martha J. Lewis of Burnet County and reared a large family, five of whom had preceded him to the unseen world, the rest of them being with him at the time of his death. He made a profession of the Christian religion early in life and has since been a consistent member of the Christian Church. He was a strong believer in the New Testament teachings.

For the last several years Uncle Will, as he was familiarly known among his many friends, has been in failing health, but, when age and disease take hold on one it is a battle in which man has never conquered and on Tuesday Sept. 23, 1919, just at 10:15 P. M. he breathed his last. He was laid to rest Wednesday evening in the Post Oak Bend Cemetery in the presence of a large crowd of relatives and friends there to await the final roll call, when the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and the dead in Christ shall rise. Hoping that we may meet him in that land of praise and song, the home of the redeemed, the city of the New Jerusalem where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand while the years of eternity roll. Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord.