Celebration of life for Mrs. Sarah Almond Evans Thompson, May 22, 1914-February 20, 2009, Friday, February 27, 2009, 1:00 p.m., Union Baptist Church, Augusta, Georgia, presiding minister, Dr. Sam A. Tanksley, Jr.

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Friday, February 27,2009 1:00 p.m.
Union Baptist Church, Augusta, Georgia Presiding Minister
Dr. Sam A. Tanksley, Jr.

Order of Service

Presiding Minister. Prelude

.................... Dr. Sam A. Tanksley, Jr. Itr. Pastor, Thankful Baptist Church

Processional.................................. "Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross" Hymn...."What a Friend We Have in Jesus".... The Congregation
Scripture................... Old Testament...................Rev. Enoch Ward Pastor, First Metropolitan Baptist Church New Testament..... Rev. Adolph Hollins
Pastor, North Augusta Baptist Church Prayer of Comfort............................................Dr. Nathaniel Dunn
Pastor, McCullough Covenant Baptist Church
So, ......... "Precious Lord, Take My Hand".....Mrs. Jackie Young
Reflections............... As her Deacon.................Dea. Frank Cooper As a Member...................... Dr. Robert Bush As a Friend.................... Mrs. Lucille Floyd As her Sister-in-law............ Mrs. Ada Evans

bitua,T.......................................................................Read Silently Acknowledgements.......................................Ms. Tammy Newman Selection........ "Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior".............The Choir Eulogy.............................................................Rev. William Wright
Pastor, Union Baptist Church Recessional.............................."Sing the Wondrous Love o f Jesus" Interment.................................................. Cedar Grove Cemetery

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Obituary
"To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven." Ecclesiastes 3:1
A Time to Be Born Sarah Almond Evans Thompson was bom to the late Dr. Louis D. Evans and Medora Jefferson Evans on May 22, 1914 in Augusta, Georgia. She was the 5th child of six siblings.
A Time to Be Re-Born Mrs. Sarah was a devoted Christian. She grew up in the church and was baptized as a member of Union Baptist Church at an early age. She was an active member of the church, where she served in numerous leadership roles; Church Treasurer, Program Chairperson and Communion preparation.
A Time to Love She fell in love and married Harold D. Thompson, Sr. They were blessed with two sons, Harold D. Thompson, Jr., and Charles A. Thompson. She lived as a positive role model for her children. She also raised her niece, Joan Thompson.
A Time to Weep She was preceded in death by her husband and her parents; her loving brothers Louis V. Evans, William Evans, Phillip L. Evans, Albert Evans and a sister, Beatrice Evans, (continued on next page)

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A Time for Every Purpose under the Heaven Mrs. Sarah attended Richmond County Public Schools; she attended Haines Normal Institute under the guidance of Miss Lucy C. Laney, where she finished high school. She attended Paine College and became an educator in Richmond County Public Schools. She was a teacher at C. T. Walker Elementary School. Mrs. Sarah was a tireless energetic woman who wore many hats. For instance, she helped her sons run their family business, Thompson Farms. In addition to her many church involvements and leadership activities, she was involved in various civic organizations: The Women's Civic Club, the Citizens Advisory Committee at G. D. Searle Corporation and was the nurse for many family members.

A Time to Embrace

Mrs. Sarah entered into her peaceful rest on Friday, February 20, 2009 at

Trinity Hospital in Augusta. She leaves to cherish her memory two sons,

Harold D. Thompson, Jr., and Charles A. Thompson, both of Augusta. In

addition, she leaves two sisters-in-law, Hyacinth Von Evans, Port

Charlotte, FL and Ada M. Evans, Augusta. She leaves seven nieces: Joan

Thompson Hennessey, Portland, OR; Medora Von Evans and Velita

(Ricardo) Tunon, New York, NY; Alethea Powell, Delores Swerdloff and

Octoria (Tony)Dukes, East Orange, NJ and Adrienne Nicole Evans,

Augusta; four nephews: Louis Von (Alaina) Evans, New York, NY;

William (Sandy) Evans, Jr., Douglas (Angie) Samuels, Bobby (Lori)

Evans, Augusta; a dear friend, Ms. Minnie Chavous and a host of great-

and great-great nieces and nephews, cousins and friends.

Special thanks to Patricia Barnett, her nurse/caregiver; Constance Parker

and Carmen Few, the ladies that were her caregivers.

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Our Mother, A Virtuous Woman
Our Mother, spiritual, social, business advisor and our friend, With love and strength she supported us until the end.
After the death of her husband, our Father, we were left very young; She was a determined woman, who knew her work had just begun.
Our Mother was the potter; we were her clay. Through the help of God,
She shaped and molded us in every way. That is why we are who we are today.
Mother's patience, love, and firm spoken words; they warmed the coldest heart. She radiated contentment that drew others to her, right from the start. When she spoke, from her mouth wisdom came. Her tongue was the law of kindness,
"Be faithful to each other, she often would remind us."
Mother taught sound morals and principles; "Be upright, honest and sincere."
She realized one day God would call her, so those values she instilled. The query: ''Who can find a virtuous woman?" Is answered with, "Our Mother!" Her value? Far more than gold or rubies.
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With faith and work she performed a virtuous woman's duties. O ar Mother weathered many storms; she climbed many mountains, too. Cod lifted her tip above adversity; that's how she was able to see life through.
Her work seemed as though it was never done, Yet she managed to continue on.
She most certainly was the gine that hound our treasured Thompson Farm*.
Mother was homemaker, secretary, and bookkeeper, all in one. She handled it weU as the days rolled on; she was determined to he strong.
Like a merchant ship in the night, She held high her beacon light.
She guided ns through the storms of life, And made sure in the end, we would be alright.
Many mothers have virtuously lived and gone. Onr Mother, Sarah Almond Evans Thompson exemplified the best of them.
And in our hearts, will forever live on.
Harold and Charles Thompson Sons

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Sarah Ts Beloved Husband and Adorable Seats, Hamid D. Thompson, Sr,, Charles <&Harold, Jr.

A Message from Mother
Do not cry for me, I have not gone far Only as far as my memory of you
And all of the love that you gave me. Do not cry for me,
As I enter a church for the last time As you whisper a few words of comfort
Into the ears of others. For our hearts will beat together always For death cannot part us, as life could not.
Goodbye, and thank you, For all you have given me For all of the smiles and all of the laughter, The holding of hands and the silences. We will be together, forever,
Wherever we are. Do not cry for me, my darling
For I have not gone far.

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-Pallbearers

Dea. Alf Danzie

Dea. Jessie Cummings

Dea. William McCauley Dea. Herbert Fryer

Dea. Melvin Johnson

Dea. John Gilchrist

-Honorary PallbearersThe Deacons of Union & Thankful Baptist Churches

-Acknowledgement-
Perhaps you sent a lovely card, Or sat quietly in a chair.
Perhaps you sent afuneral spray, I f so we saw it there.
Perhaps you spoke the kindest words, As anyfriend could say.
Perhaps you were not there at all, Just thought o f us that day.
Whatever you did to console our hearts, We thank you so much whatever the part.
-The Family of Mrs. Sarah A. E. Thompson-
W. H. Mays Mortuary "Professional Service A Family Tradition Since 1922"
1221 James Brown Boulevard Augusta, Georgia 30901 706 722-6401
Memorial program: Jacqueline D. Vann & Vera Brady

God Saw You Getting Tired
God saw you getting tired, And a cure was not to be. So he put His arms around you and whispered,
''Come with me." With tearful eyes, we watched you slowly fade away.
Although we loved you dearly We wouldnot make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, Your hard working hands put to rest,
God broke our hearts To prove He only takes the best.
~Ada & Necole Evans~