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Cj f u n e r a l e r v i c e s

MR. ELMER J. W ITCHER

OCTOBER 18, 1967 2:00 P. M.

TABERNACLE BAPTIST CHURCH

REV. C. L. HAMILTON, OFFICIATING

Dent's Undertaking Establishment

O B I T U A R Y

Mr. Elmer J. Witcher passed Saturday morning, October 14, 1967 at the Veterans Administration Hospital. He was a native of Athens, Georgia and had lived in Augusta since 1947. He was the son of the late Mrs. Georgia Barnett Witcher and A. J. Witcher.

He was an employee with the Post Ordinance at Fort Gordon. He was a member of the Tabernacle Baptist Church. He was a member of the Yorkrite Masons Lodge No. 304.

He leaves to mourn his passing a devoted wife, Mrs. Bertha L. Witcher; two brothers, Mr. Eddie Witcher, Ft. Pierce, Fla., Mr. Henry D. Witcher, Athens, Georgia; five sisters, Mrs. Janice Mae Jackson and Mrs. Francis Patton, both of Chattanooga, Term., Mrs. Carrie B. Collins, Comer, Georgia, Miss Hattie B. Witcher and Mrs. Jessie Greene of Athens, Georgia; one aunt, one God-child, Master Michael Jenkins, and other relatives and friends.

P R O G R A M

Processional

Selection _____________________________________ ____ Choir

Scripture

Prayer _______________________________ Rev. Emmett Martin

Solo ______________________________ Mrs. Bennie M. Williams

RemarksDea. Isaiah Turner Dr. Charles L. Butler Mr. Charles Lemmons

Acknowledgements ___________________ _____Mrs. Marie Hatcher

Song _______________________ Ursula Collins’ Teacher Ensemble

Eulogy ________________________________ Rev. C. S. Hamilton

Recessional

Interment ____________________ East Lawn Memorial Cemetery,Athens, Georgia

Dent’s Funeral Home, in charge

ACTIVE PALLBEARERS

Marion Stallings

Gilbert Pickens

Joseph Adams

Milledge Young

Lewis Broadwater

Lonnie McNeely

HONORARY PALLBEARERS

Francis Simpkins

Milton Thomas

Charlie Pugh

John Samuels

Garnett Mathis

Ollie Robinson

Norman Garnett

“ Blessed Are They That Mourn”

There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night;And grief may bide, and evening guest,But joy shall come with early light And thou, who, o’er thy friend’s low bier Sheddest the bitter drops like rain,Hope that a brighter, happier sphere,Will give him to thy arms again.Nor let the good man’s trust depart,Though with a pierced and broken heart. And spurned of men, he goes to die.For God has marked every sorrowing day And numbered every secret tear,And heaven’s long age of bliss shall pay For all his children suffer here.

William Cullen Bryant