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MRS. MILDRED (BESSIE) COOK
Saturday, February 25, 1984-2:00 p.m. YOUNG MACEDONIA BAPTIST CHURCH
Edgefield County, South Carolina Reverend Eddie Key, Officiating

** OBITUARY **
Mrs. Mildred Cook, daughter of the late Mr. Gaines Key and Mrs. Georgia Garrett Key was bom in Edgefield County, South Carolina, June 10, 1923 and departed this life on Sunday, Febru ary 19, 1984 in Philadelphia, Pa.
At an early age she was converted and baptized at Young Macedonia Baptist Church.
She leaves to cherish her memory, six sons, Mr. Robert Cook, Jr., Mr. John Cook, Mr. Roy Cook, Mr. Lawrence Cook, and Mr. Lester Cook all of Philadelphia, Pa., Rev. Willie Cook North Augusta, S.C.; two daughters, Mrs. Joan Grant, Saginaw, Mich., and Mrs. Novella Johnson, Philadelphia, Pa.; three bro thers, Mr. Henry Key, Washington, D.C., Mr. Walter Key, Augus ta, Ga., and Mr. Marcella Key, North Augusta; four sisters, Mrs. Mary Wooden, Mrs. Mabel Harris, Mrs. Robertha Shaw, Ms. An nie W. Key all of North Augusta; one uncle, Mr. John Key, Edgefield; 11 grandchildren; two sons-in-law; four daughters-in-law; a host of nieces, nephews, and other relatives and sorrowing friends,

** ORDER OF SERVICE **

PRESIDING

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PROCESSIONAL

Rev. Jackson

SCRIPTURE

PRAYER SELECTION

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Choir

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

& OBITUARY

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Ms. Audrey Frazier

EULOGY

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Rev. Eddie Key

RECESSIONAL

INTERMENT

Church Cemetery

** PALLBEARERS **
Nephews
** FLOWER BEARERS **
Ushers
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
The family of the late Mrs. Mildred Cook acknowledges with grateful appreciation your kind ezpression of sympathy.
TRIBUTE
That tender hand-in dark Gethsemane, Raised in the prayer, "Thy will, not mine be done Was torn and bleeding in the agony Through which my guilty soul salvation won. That chastening hand sometimes doth sorely rest upon me while the storms of sorrow fall, Y et draw me till I lean upon his breast, And find in him my strength, my hope, my all. That guilding hand leads me from day to day, And smooths my path across earth`s desert drear, It holds me fast-my sure and only stayAs life recedes, and heavens' lights appear Oh, loving hand, when shadows deepen fast, And in the gloom I hear death's billows foam, Draw me so near my eyes rest at the last Upon the face of him who bears me home!
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