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Indiana Brown was born January 27, 1922 to the late Mr. Paul and Carine Mitchell ofAtlanta, Georgia_.
Indiana attended E.P. Johnson Elementary School and David T. Howard High School.
At an early age, she joined St. Charles Baptist Church under the leadership of Rev. N. T. Barnes.
In 1944, she was united in marriage to Mr. Pledge Weaver. Later she joined St. Peter Baptist Church, under the leadership of Rev. R. Randoff and was an active member of the St. Peter Baptist Church Choir. Due to transportation, Indian joined Thankful Baptist Church under the leadership of Rev. A.L. Jones and was an active member of the Senior Usher Board and was President of the Senior Mother Board.
She leaves to cherish her memory a loving and devoted sister, Caroline Cannon; granddaughter, Diane Hudson; sister-in-law, Rosena Wise; seven nieces; four nephews; seven great-nephews; eleven great-nieces; nineteen great-great nieces and nephews; and host of other relatives and friends; a dear friend to the family, Mr. George Lee Cannon.
Fare Thee Well
Don't you mourn, and don't you cry. Fare Thee WELL. It was my time to die. I looked over Jordan, and what did I see? "THE ANGEL OF DEATH" coming after me. My body grew tired of the many days of pain. I heard the voice of God call my name.
To those who love me, Celebrate! As I enter Heaven 's Gate.
You see heaven could no longer wait. I now sore like an eagle in the sky. Therefore you must not cry.
FARE THEE WELL, it was my time to die. As the dark days swiftly pass, Remember I am home at last. My face you can no longer see. In your hearts I'll always be. Dream of me in the clouds,
for I have cast off my burial shroud. Life has shut the door.
My presence on earth will be no more. Chariots ofgold paused;
as I waved farewell to one and all. My father shared me for eighty one years. So lift up your heads, wipe away those tears. "No more labor for me, nothing but rest.
I fought a good fight, and I tried to do my best.
Lift your heads and cease to frown .
I've planted my feet on heaven's ground.
Hush don't you cry, "FARE THEE WELL. "
It was my time to die.
Written By, Marjorie Bryant m/b
Prelude..............................................................Musician Processional & Viewing....................Clergy, Family & Friends Selection..........................................Thankful Gospel Choir
Scripture Reading The Old Testament.................................Rev. V. Sims The New Testament............................Rev. A.L. Jones
Prayer.................................................................Minister Words of Comfort..............................Deacon Johnnie Barber
Mother Geraldine Black Obituary.................................................... (Read Silently)
Selection.........................................Thankful Gospel Choir
Eulogy.................................................Rev. Roy C. Moffett
Acknowledgements............................Sister Marjorie Bryant
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