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Lucy Anna (Satterwhite) Echols

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"The Gospel Messenger", Volume 20, No. 10 – October 1898:


Mrs. L. A. Echols.

Was born in *Troup County, Georgia, July 1, 1821. Her maiden name was Satterwhite; she was a daughter of Obed Satterwhite. She moved to Chambers County, Alabama, in early life and was married to J. W. Echols, October 4, 1838. She joined the Primitive Baptist Church in 1847 at Mount Hickory, and was baptized by Elder Dykes (Duke ?). Her husband died October 5, 1865, leaving her to battle with the world as best she could, which she bravely did.

The number of children born to this woman is unknown to the writer, however, there are four in this country, all worthy members of the Primitive Baptist Church.

Sister Echols moved to Butler County, Alabama, in 1876, and put her letter in the church at Macedonia, where she lived a strong believer in salvation by grace until her death. She was truly a model woman, doing all she could to make her home and church relations pleasant. But alas! On June 17, 1898, the angel of death came and took her spirit home, which left a place in the church and community never to be filled.

The unworthy writer tried to speak words of comfort to a large concourse of relatives and friends, after which, her body was laid to rest in the family graveyard to await the resurrection, when it will be raised a spiritual body. May we all imitate her life, and meet her in heaven.

Dearest Mother, thou hast left us.

Here our loss we deeply feel,

But 'tis God that hath bereft us,

He can all our sorrows heal.


Yet again we hope to meet thee.

When the days of life have fled.

And in Heaven with joy to greet thee,

Where no farewell tear is shed.

– R. S. Hughs.