Hattie Reed

ALLEN, Hattie REED - {from Cane will) Mrs. Hattie Allen, wife of

James Allen, died at her father’s, J. J. Reed, Sunday at 11 o’clock and was

buried Monday in the West graveyard in Greasy Valley. Mrs. Allen had

been sick for several months and it was thought she had consumption but

the immediate cause of death was typhoid fever. [Washington County

Review 11/12/1903]Mrs. Hattie May Allen wife of James Allen and daughter of Mr. And Mrs. J.J. Reed departed this life Sunday, November 1, 1903 at 12 noon, of typhoid fever.

She was born near Fly Creek June 29, 1882 where she lived until she was 15. She then moved with her parents to Cane Hill and lived there until she married January 26, 1902. During the short period of her married life she lived in Greasy Valley some three miles east of Cane Hill. She left a father, mother, one brother, three sisters, a husband, one child three months old and scores of other relative and friends to mourn her loss.

Hattie when a child was very affectionate and kind, especially so to her intimate friends. She had nothing to nice or good that she would not share the last with her playmates

She professed religion when fourteen years of age and united at once with the Cumberland Presbyterian church at Fly Creek to which organization she belonged until the summons came cease your pilgrimage below come up a little higher, enter from the joys prepared for you.

She always a devoted Christian. Her kindness to her neighbors during sickness will be greatly missed. She was always great hand even when almost a child to help care for the sick.

Her power and influence was especially great during redial meetings.

Her health failed her shortly after she was married; although being in very poor health, she expressed herself at all time most favorable condition even to her dying day. When she was told that her life’s work here was about done, that she could be here only a few hours at best, she said “Ah well, I knew it, did not want to discourage of grieve anyone, so I kept it all to myself.

She died at her father’s home in Cane Hill and was buried in West Cemetery in Greasy Valley by the side of an infant that preceded her only a year.

It is sad to part with our loved ones. It is sad to look upon the sweet form of a daughter, sister, wife and mother for time, when we know she cannot give comfort and cheer any more. Especially is it sad to that husband I with who she has been devoted, with whom she has shared in all troubles, and disappointment’s as well as the joys and happiness that have crossed their pathway during there short married life. We cannot drive back the tears. We cannot cause those heart throb to cease. But, why should we grieve, when we remember her life and her last words?

I watched that mother when in her last hours, I will new give some of her last words. She said: “All is well, I am going home, I am soon going to be with my darling babe.” When she was told that her time was short she called her friends and loved ones to her bed side and told them good bye and demanded of each a promise to meet her in heaven. She also called for some who were not present. She left word to her pastor. Bro. Hanks, that she wanted to see him but could not here; She said tell him good bye and that all is bright.

She left like word to her tow grandmothers.