OBITUARY
Mary A., the youngest, and last survivor of the eight children of Demcy B. and Jenny Asher Neal, was born Sept. 5, 1862, in the Jordan neighborhood south of Martinsville.
The family soon moved to Washington, Daviess county, but returned to the Jordan neighborhood after the death of the father in 1868. The loss of the father naturally brought hardships and as soon as she became old enough Mollie, as she was called, contributed her share to the family support, working in homes in the neighborhood and in Martinsville.
On August 11, 1883, she was married to L. F. (Doug) Baker and after a short residence in Morgantown they came to Martinsville and have lived here continuously since that time. They became the parents of seven children, all of whom survive except a daughter, Jennie, who died in infancy.
The Baker home became the gathering place for the children of the neighborhood and as the children grew older and married it continued to be the scene of many happy gatherings of the family and friends, one of the happiest of these occasions being the celebration of their Golden Wedding anniversary four years ago. Ma! Ma! as she became known to grandchildren, the great grandchild and to older ones as well, was always glad to have them come and was never too busy to stop and visit with them, listening patiently, sharing their sorrows and joys, and sympathetically offering advise from her rich experience.
Although her own large family required considerable time and attention she never hesitated to volunteer her services in helping care for any who were sick or in need, going far and near at any time and all hours.
While a young woman, Mrs. Baker surrendered her life to Christ, and became a member of the Ghost Creek church, later changing her membership to the First Baptist church of Martinsville. A constant Bible reader, she had deep religious convictions and although ill health had prevented regular attendence at church services in recent months she was greatly interested in church activities and in the spiritual welfare of her loved ones.
Although she had been in poor health for the past few years, with her condition gradually becoming worse, Mrs. Baker endured her sickness patiently and continued to enjoy the company of her family and friends. During the last month her condition became critical and in spite of the best medical attention and loving care of her family she passed, quietly from earthly sleep into eternity Sunday afternoon, January 30th.
Survivors are the husband, her faithful companion of more than fifty-four years, two daughters, Mrs. Earl Brewer and Mrs. Charles E. Thacker, four sons, Raneous J., Demcy C., Ed, and Howard M., nine grandchildren, one great grandchild, daughters-in-law and sons-in-law, whom she loved as her own, and numerous other relatives and friends, all of whom were very dear to her.
She's sleeping now,
Her day is o'er,
No more the endless round.
Earth tasks done,
The nightfall come,
She sleeps a sleep that's sound.
Why should we bow our heads in grief?
We could not hope to hold her.
How sweet to know
That death is sleep,
Pillowed on God's shoulder.
Mary A., the youngest, and last survivor of the eight children of Demcy B. and Jenny Asher Neal, was born Sept. 5, 1862, in the Jordan neighborhood south of Martinsville.
The family soon moved to Washington, Daviess county, but returned to the Jordan neighborhood after the death of the father in 1868. The loss of the father naturally brought hardships and as soon as she became old enough Mollie, as she was called, contributed her share to the family support, working in homes in the neighborhood and in Martinsville.
On August 11, 1883, she was married to L. F. (Doug) Baker and after a short residence in Morgantown they came to Martinsville and have lived here continuously since that time. They became the parents of seven children, all of whom survive except a daughter, Jennie, who died in infancy.
The Baker home became the gathering place for the children of the neighborhood and as the children grew older and married it continued to be the scene of many happy gatherings of the family and friends, one of the happiest of these occasions being the celebration of their Golden Wedding anniversary four years ago. Ma! Ma! as she became known to grandchildren, the great grandchild and to older ones as well, was always glad to have them come and was never too busy to stop and visit with them, listening patiently, sharing their sorrows and joys, and sympathetically offering advise from her rich experience.
Although her own large family required considerable time and attention she never hesitated to volunteer her services in helping care for any who were sick or in need, going far and near at any time and all hours.
While a young woman, Mrs. Baker surrendered her life to Christ, and became a member of the Ghost Creek church, later changing her membership to the First Baptist church of Martinsville. A constant Bible reader, she had deep religious convictions and although ill health had prevented regular attendence at church services in recent months she was greatly interested in church activities and in the spiritual welfare of her loved ones.
Although she had been in poor health for the past few years, with her condition gradually becoming worse, Mrs. Baker endured her sickness patiently and continued to enjoy the company of her family and friends. During the last month her condition became critical and in spite of the best medical attention and loving care of her family she passed, quietly from earthly sleep into eternity Sunday afternoon, January 30th.
Survivors are the husband, her faithful companion of more than fifty-four years, two daughters, Mrs. Earl Brewer and Mrs. Charles E. Thacker, four sons, Raneous J., Demcy C., Ed, and Howard M., nine grandchildren, one great grandchild, daughters-in-law and sons-in-law, whom she loved as her own, and numerous other relatives and friends, all of whom were very dear to her.
She's sleeping now,
Her day is o'er,
No more the endless round.
Earth tasks done,
The nightfall come,
She sleeps a sleep that's sound.
Why should we bow our heads in grief?
We could not hope to hold her.
How sweet to know
That death is sleep,
Pillowed on God's shoulder.
OBITUARY
Mary A., the youngest, and last survivor of the eight children of Demcy B. and Jenny Asher Neal, was born Sept. 5, 1862, in the Jordan neighborhood south of Martinsville.
The family soon moved to Washington, Daviess county, but returned to the Jordan neighborhood after the death of the father in 1868. The loss of the father naturally brought hardships and as soon as she became old enough Mollie, as she was called, contributed her share to the family support, working in homes in the neighborhood and in Martinsville.
On August 11, 1883, she was married to L. F. (Doug) Baker and after a short residence in Morgantown they came to Martinsville and have lived here continuously since that time. They became the parents of seven children, all of whom survive except a daughter, Jennie, who died in infancy.
The Baker home became the gathering place for the children of the neighborhood and as the children grew older and married it continued to be the scene of many happy gatherings of the family and friends, one of the happiest of these occasions being the celebration of their Golden Wedding anniversary four years ago. Ma! Ma! as she became known to grandchildren, the great grandchild and to older ones as well, was always glad to have them come and was never too busy to stop and visit with them, listening patiently, sharing their sorrows and joys, and sympathetically offering advise from her rich experience.
Although her own large family required considerable time and attention she never hesitated to volunteer her services in helping care for any who were sick or in need, going far and near at any time and all hours.
While a young woman, Mrs. Baker surrendered her life to Christ, and became a member of the Ghost Creek church, later changing her membership to the First Baptist church of Martinsville. A constant Bible reader, she had deep religious convictions and although ill health had prevented regular attendence at church services in recent months she was greatly interested in church activities and in the spiritual welfare of her loved ones.
Although she had been in poor health for the past few years, with her condition gradually becoming worse, Mrs. Baker endured her sickness patiently and continued to enjoy the company of her family and friends. During the last month her condition became critical and in spite of the best medical attention and loving care of her family she passed, quietly from earthly sleep into eternity Sunday afternoon, January 30th.
Survivors are the husband, her faithful companion of more than fifty-four years, two daughters, Mrs. Earl Brewer and Mrs. Charles E. Thacker, four sons, Raneous J., Demcy C., Ed, and Howard M., nine grandchildren, one great grandchild, daughters-in-law and sons-in-law, whom she loved as her own, and numerous other relatives and friends, all of whom were very dear to her.
She's sleeping now,
Her day is o'er,
No more the endless round.
Earth tasks done,
The nightfall come,
She sleeps a sleep that's sound.
Why should we bow our heads in grief?
We could not hope to hold her.
How sweet to know
That death is sleep,
Pillowed on God's shoulder.
Mary A., the youngest, and last survivor of the eight children of Demcy B. and Jenny Asher Neal, was born Sept. 5, 1862, in the Jordan neighborhood south of Martinsville.
The family soon moved to Washington, Daviess county, but returned to the Jordan neighborhood after the death of the father in 1868. The loss of the father naturally brought hardships and as soon as she became old enough Mollie, as she was called, contributed her share to the family support, working in homes in the neighborhood and in Martinsville.
On August 11, 1883, she was married to L. F. (Doug) Baker and after a short residence in Morgantown they came to Martinsville and have lived here continuously since that time. They became the parents of seven children, all of whom survive except a daughter, Jennie, who died in infancy.
The Baker home became the gathering place for the children of the neighborhood and as the children grew older and married it continued to be the scene of many happy gatherings of the family and friends, one of the happiest of these occasions being the celebration of their Golden Wedding anniversary four years ago. Ma! Ma! as she became known to grandchildren, the great grandchild and to older ones as well, was always glad to have them come and was never too busy to stop and visit with them, listening patiently, sharing their sorrows and joys, and sympathetically offering advise from her rich experience.
Although her own large family required considerable time and attention she never hesitated to volunteer her services in helping care for any who were sick or in need, going far and near at any time and all hours.
While a young woman, Mrs. Baker surrendered her life to Christ, and became a member of the Ghost Creek church, later changing her membership to the First Baptist church of Martinsville. A constant Bible reader, she had deep religious convictions and although ill health had prevented regular attendence at church services in recent months she was greatly interested in church activities and in the spiritual welfare of her loved ones.
Although she had been in poor health for the past few years, with her condition gradually becoming worse, Mrs. Baker endured her sickness patiently and continued to enjoy the company of her family and friends. During the last month her condition became critical and in spite of the best medical attention and loving care of her family she passed, quietly from earthly sleep into eternity Sunday afternoon, January 30th.
Survivors are the husband, her faithful companion of more than fifty-four years, two daughters, Mrs. Earl Brewer and Mrs. Charles E. Thacker, four sons, Raneous J., Demcy C., Ed, and Howard M., nine grandchildren, one great grandchild, daughters-in-law and sons-in-law, whom she loved as her own, and numerous other relatives and friends, all of whom were very dear to her.
She's sleeping now,
Her day is o'er,
No more the endless round.
Earth tasks done,
The nightfall come,
She sleeps a sleep that's sound.
Why should we bow our heads in grief?
We could not hope to hold her.
How sweet to know
That death is sleep,
Pillowed on God's shoulder.
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