Greenville
Evening Banner, Wednesday, February 9, 1916
G. L. BURNETT
DIED THIS
MORNING
From Monday’s Daily.
G. L. Burnett is dead and there are many
sorrowing because of his call from this life. He passed away this morning at
4:40, after some three days of suffering. Thursday evening he was stricken with
paralysis and he was unconscious a considerable part of the time there after
and tho (sic) his death comes as a severe shock to
the people of this city, it was not unexpected.
The funeral arrangements had not been
completed this afternoon for reason that it could not be learned just when Mrs.
Sykes would arrive from New York City
where she was when she was notified of the serious illness of her father. It is
expected that she will reach here tomorrow on the Texas Special, but there are
several close connections and her arrival may be later.
Green Langford Burnett had spent his life in
an about Greenville,
he being born here December 25, 1848. During these more than 68 years he passed
among the people here engaged in the affairs of life and in which he was
successful to an excellent degree, held in the highest esteem by all who knew
him.
He was married to Miss Sarah Frances
Hamilton, February 11, 1869, and is survived by this helpmeet (sic helpmate)
and eight children, E. L. Burnett, W. B. Burnett, Naud
Burnett, Mrs. W. J. Brooks, Mrs. O. A. Wise, of this city, Mrs. J. H. Sykes of
Muskogee, Okla., Mrs. C. A. Dickson, of Dallas, and Mrs. J. N. Dean of
Trinidad, Colo. Of near relatives he leaves four sisters, Mrs. J. M. Spencer,
Mrs. J. M. McLeod, of Greenville and Mrs. J. D. Hardgrade (sic Hardgrave), of San
Angelo, and Mrs. J. H. Nichols of Hot Springs, Ark.
During his years among out (sic our) people
he always stood above reproach, doing what he believed to be right. A few years
ago he joined Kavanaugh Methodist church and since
has lived a consecrated Christian live, looking to the Low Nazarene as his
redeemer and he passed away in the knowledge of Christ’s redemption.
The bereaved have the sympathy of many friends
in this sad hour.
(Transcribed by Marc Coker, 27 November 2004)
