This below is the letter which might be of interest to others. Charles Curtis "Crowe" Bearden was a minister around Flat Creek area and went on to Texas preaching buried in Bedford cem in Tarrant Co.,TX several families migrated to Texas.
April 15, 1911
From: C.C. Bearden, Christian Minister
To: Mrs. Docia Arnold
Dear Cousin Docia: Your letter came to hand yesterday with its message of Joy and sorrow blended together! But this is life’s way - - today we are upon the mountain of transfiguration… tomorrow in the Valley of Gethsemane; now with Eligah on Mount Horeb and then under the Juniper tree. Now with Noah while he preached in thunder-tones to the people of Ninevah and then we suffer with him under the withering gourd vine!
But there is one truth that stands out like a beacon light in every time of sorrow: “ The cross is not greater than the crown,” and in all our sorrows we have refuge in the poromises of our blessed Lord: “Lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. I will never leave you nor forsake you.” I recall, so vividly, the time we all spent together when I was visiting in the pleasant home under the shadow of the great hill that towered above the little cottage, thus adding to the joy of the occasion!
I recall our walk to the everflowing spring nearby, and the one with papa to the old barn down the roadside! These pleasures continue to grow in our hearts and the words of the past come back to my heart again.
“Fond memory points to the scenes of other years Green be their memory still, And aft among those joyous scenes appears, The dear cottage neath the hill. There hangs the swing ‘neath the old apple tree, Where Joe and I once Swang, There flows the spring, forever flowing free. Since he and I were Young.
And the Jim Farrar school house that stands on the hill.
I never, never can forget the happiness found there – Dear happy days! They still gather and sing upon the hill and when you speak of those who have gone on before I think of your sister whose presence lent so much sunshine to the occasion, and our hearts burned within us when again the past comes ringing in my ears as I ponder over the talks I had with dear sweet Clara as she talked of heaven and joy of being with our loved ones gone before.
“On the far off shore they’ll greet us, Forms that we had loved before, In their spotless robes they’ll meet us, Singing welcome ever more.” “There, perchance a sainted mother, Sings the songs we loved of old Or, perhaps, an angel brother Sweetest lamb of all the fold; Or a sister long departed with a glory in her face. Brings us, the wearly heated, messages of love and grace.”
Let us tenderly cherish the memory of our departed ones and strive to live worthily; so that when our time shall come to go, we, too, through the gateway of death and feel that it is but a passageway out of this life into the higher and more perfect life where we may be reunited with the loved of long ago! We know that they cannot come back to us, but we can go to them.
And now, my dear little cousin, I am so glad to know that you are so happy in your married life and that you have such a sweet good baby! I feel quite sure he will be a great pleasure to his mama and papa, and of course “grandpa” will enjoy him as none but a grandpa can. Tell Joe that I shall expect a letter from him the next enclosure from you. I am anxious to get acquainted with my cousin C.C. as our credentials are the same. It may be that we can rake up kinship some way. I send love to both and also the baby boy. I am enclosing the pictures of all of you as you sat with sister while Walter and Papa were with you on the front poarch. The other snaps I made while there were not clear enough to print so Mr. Williams wrote when he sent these. Of course this is not a good picture of any of you but it will remind us of loved ones and the pleasant hours we spent together in the old home ‘neath the hill. May these scense never fade from our view until we are reunited in the world where sad partings do not come and where farewell words are never spoken!
And, now, with tender love and best wishes for all and the fond hope that this may find all well and happy.
Please pardon use of typewriter as I do not write much with pen or pencil.
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