She was pre-deceased by her husband, Charles Bingham Smith and Children Mary Charles Smith Wild, Harold DeWayne Smith, C. B. Smith and James Dallas Smith.
Those left to cherish her memory are her daughter, Jessie Smith Wild of Kingsport, Tennessee, and son Hubert Smith of Asheville.
She was the Grandmother of 21, Great-Grandmother of 45, and Great-Great-Grandmother of 14.
Services will be Sunday, December 16, 1990 at 1:30 p.m. in the Chapel of Groce Funeral Home, Asheville, N.C.
The Reverand T. A. Holder will officiate and entombment will be Ashelawn Mausoleum.
This is for my Mom and Dad....
No one hears the door that opens
Through which they pass beyond recall;
Soft as loosened leaves of roses,
One by one our Loved Ones fall.
From our chain this link has fallen;
In our land their star has set;
But enshrined on memory's tablet,
Their true worth we'll ne'er forget.
Behold their perfect ashlar stands
As they have made it, square and true,
To grace that house not made with hands,
Invisible to mortal view.
Their labor done, their journey o'er,
Reward has come with their release,
They rest upon the farther shore
With God in God's eternal peace.
There is a stream that all must cross,
The river of human years;
Now lying calm in the summer light,
Now splashed with the rain of human tears.
Out of the hills of God it flows,
And on to the shoreless sea,
Here the noontide sun no shadow throws,
And time is eternity. -Author Unknown-
She was pre-deceased by her husband, Charles Bingham Smith and Children Mary Charles Smith Wild, Harold DeWayne Smith, C. B. Smith and James Dallas Smith.
Those left to cherish her memory are her daughter, Jessie Smith Wild of Kingsport, Tennessee, and son Hubert Smith of Asheville.
She was the Grandmother of 21, Great-Grandmother of 45, and Great-Great-Grandmother of 14.
Services will be Sunday, December 16, 1990 at 1:30 p.m. in the Chapel of Groce Funeral Home, Asheville, N.C.
The Reverand T. A. Holder will officiate and entombment will be Ashelawn Mausoleum.
This is for my Mom and Dad....
No one hears the door that opens
Through which they pass beyond recall;
Soft as loosened leaves of roses,
One by one our Loved Ones fall.
From our chain this link has fallen;
In our land their star has set;
But enshrined on memory's tablet,
Their true worth we'll ne'er forget.
Behold their perfect ashlar stands
As they have made it, square and true,
To grace that house not made with hands,
Invisible to mortal view.
Their labor done, their journey o'er,
Reward has come with their release,
They rest upon the farther shore
With God in God's eternal peace.
There is a stream that all must cross,
The river of human years;
Now lying calm in the summer light,
Now splashed with the rain of human tears.
Out of the hills of God it flows,
And on to the shoreless sea,
Here the noontide sun no shadow throws,
And time is eternity. -Author Unknown-
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