Nancy Manila Hood
Submitted by Terry Jackson
The Southern Democrat
Mrs. Hood Dead
Mrs. Nancy Manila Hood, widow of the late Andrew Hood, died at the home
of J.A. Honea in Blountsville, Oct. 18, aged 79 years.
Mrs. Hood was a faithful member of the Primitive Baptist church and one
of the old land marks of the county.
All the care and love that an anxious household could devise for her
comfort were brought into play but the fiat of Him who rules our
incoming and outgoing had been issued and after a brief struggle the
sufferer's spirit took its flight to that home the christian believes
the fulfillment of the life everlasting.
She ran the journey of her life in 79 years. It is a path marked with
deeds of kindness and cheerfulness. Flowers not thorns, sunshine not
shadow, did she scatter everywhere. With these she was lavish. Truth
the inspiration of her life and by kindness she exemplified its great
worth. Was not her life full of Godlikeness? And there was reason for
this. She sought the pearl of the great price and made it chief among
the jewels of her youthful hopes. The intervening years have been full
of consistent plain and wise action. This was the fountain of the
maturity of the character. therefore we mourn, but not without promise.
Through the gloom there comes back a bright beam of sunshine. Through
the mists which gather we hear the tumult and the roar as of Niagara,
but her God hath set the bow of His promise. He leaves us not alone in
the presence of the unknown. Poet nor artist has ever been able to
portray the grave in colors of brightness and beauty. Bryant, in the
"Hymn of Death" could not make the subject beautiful; and yet the
cemetery with its marble and its dead, the chair that has no occupant,
the fancied echo of the silent voice, and the vacant place in the home
and social life, are mellowing and uplifting in their influence. They
bring the best of human nature into fulness of vigor, crowding back the
selfishness and imperiousness of men and impressing them with the duty
of recognition of the value of friendship. It is the gloom of the
church-yard that reveals to us more clearly the beauty of life. It is
the broken ties at the grave that prompts us to a fuller appreciation
the tenderness of the ties that are not yet broken' and so while we
mourn the loss of our dead we may rejoice that there is no cloud so
that there is no light behind it, no sorrow so poignant that there is
not a balm for the would it inflicts.
"So He giveth His beloved sleep." Her children and her grandchildren
shall rise up and call her blessed.
The funeral services were conducted by Rev. S.C. Allgood at the Hood
Cemetery near Royal where the remains were laid to rest.