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The Eastern Gazette 3-22-1928, p.8
Mrs. Hannah McKenney The funeral services of Mrs. Hannah Douglass McKenney were held at the home of her daughter, Mrs. Fannie Neal, Railroad avenue. She was the daughter of the late Hiram and Fannie Douglass of Monroe. The wife of the late Thomas McKenney, who died in 1902. Since then she has made her home three years with her son, Bert McKenney, and then passed 23 years with her three daughters, Mrs. Cora Wallace, Mrs. Marjorie Stevens and Mrs. Fannie Neal, the greater part of the time with Mrs. Neal. Having been confined to her bed about one year, bearing her sickness with patience and Christian fortitude, the end came peacefully. She was tenderly cared for by her children. Everything that loving hands could do for her comfort was done. She was a woman of Christian character, becoming a christian at the age of 17 years, a member of the Advent church. There was a large attendance of relatives, neighbors and friends and many beautiful floral tributes. Evangelist Mabel Sweeney conducted the services in a most eloquent manner; also rendered a solo, "The Last Mile of the Way." The pall bearers were Lou Farnham, Clarence McKenney, Perley McKenney, and Gene Hall. She leaves to mourn her death eight children, Alfred McKenney, of this town, Hiram McKenney of Surry, George McKenney, of Newport; Edward McKenney, of Lowell; Bert McKenney, of Dexter; Fannie Neal, Marjorie Stevens and Cora Wallace, of this town; 32 grandchildren, 19 great grandchildren; and 2 great great grandchildren. She was 88 years old. The sympathy of the community goes out to the bereaved family. Put by her bible, empty chair, Fold up the garments she used to wear Let down the curtain and close the door For mother Will need the light no more. For the task assigned her under the sun Is finished now and the victory won. Tenderly kiss her and put out the light And say the last loving good night, good night. Weep for the days that will come no more For the sunbeam has flown from the hearth and door; For a missing step, for the nameless grace Of a tender voice and a loving face, But not for the soul whose goal is won. Whose infinite joy is just begun; Not for the spirit enrobed in light, And crowned, where the angels are tonight. Mrs. Clarence McKenney.