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Armelia <I>Highley</I> McCarty

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Armelia Highley McCarty

Birth
Bath County, Kentucky, USA
Death
May 1926 (aged 76)
Bath County, Kentucky, USA
Burial
Bath County, Kentucky, USA Add to Map
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Armilda's 17 year old granddaughter Ora Lee West wrote this poem in remembrance of her grandmother in 1926.

To A Mother

Dear are those memories of childhood days
When I little knew of Life's cruel ways.
It was for me that my Mother cared
And all my joys and sorrows shared.

It was only a few days past
Since we saw Mother's life could no longer last.
Long she had lived a beautiful life -
A loving Mother - a cherished wife.

We loved her much, - we love her yet.
Her kind gentle voice we'll never forget.
She labored so hard her whole life through,
And to her Maker stood firm and true.

We miss her presence with us here
While she is with Him she loved so dear.
Yes, and with our kind father and all the rest
Who went on before her to that land so blest.

Mother, no one can ever take your place
We can see you still with your smiling face,
Sitting by the window in the morning's sun,
Where you always sat 'till your "Work" was done.

Oh, angels, tell her how we miss her here -
How empty the place she filled with cheer -
Tell her we'll meet her again some day
In that land where all is bright and happy and gay.



Armilda's 17 year old granddaughter Ora Lee West wrote this poem in remembrance of her grandmother in 1926.

To A Mother

Dear are those memories of childhood days
When I little knew of Life's cruel ways.
It was for me that my Mother cared
And all my joys and sorrows shared.

It was only a few days past
Since we saw Mother's life could no longer last.
Long she had lived a beautiful life -
A loving Mother - a cherished wife.

We loved her much, - we love her yet.
Her kind gentle voice we'll never forget.
She labored so hard her whole life through,
And to her Maker stood firm and true.

We miss her presence with us here
While she is with Him she loved so dear.
Yes, and with our kind father and all the rest
Who went on before her to that land so blest.

Mother, no one can ever take your place
We can see you still with your smiling face,
Sitting by the window in the morning's sun,
Where you always sat 'till your "Work" was done.

Oh, angels, tell her how we miss her here -
How empty the place she filled with cheer -
Tell her we'll meet her again some day
In that land where all is bright and happy and gay.





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