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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
OBITUARY
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.
PROGRAM
Processional
Selection _____________________________________ ____ Choir
Scripture
Prayer _______________________________ Rev. Emmett Martin
Solo ______________________________ Mrs. Bennie M. Williams
Remarks
Dea. 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 Milledge Young Lewis Broadwater Lonnie McNeely
Marion Stallings Gilbert Pickens Joseph Adams
HONORARY PALLBEARERS
Francis Simpkins
John Samuels
Milton Thomas
Garnett Mathis
Charlie Pugh
Ollie Robinson
Norman Garnett
" Blessed Are They That Mourn"
There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief m ay 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