|"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith (II Timothy 4:7).” The Rev. Carol Winn said, “If ever there was a scripture for Mary Horne, it’s this one. For if ever there was a fighter--a trooper--it was she.”
“What sums it up for me,” Carol said, “is that in her ninety-second year and in intolorable pain, she elected to have a double knee replacement operation. I am here to tell you that she walked again.”
Even at ninety-four, Mom had an active alert mind trapped in a disabled body. Reading the newspaper every day kept her up on current events. She watched LSU athletic events on television at every opportunity. Three days before she died, she even went on her last shopping trip to a nearby mall, enjoying the Christmas decorations. That day she gave me no indication of the gravity of her condition. I will forever be thankful for the memory of that day.
Mom always loved to go. This might mean the nearest shopping mall or it might mean to New York or Hawaii, or it might mean a camping trip in her 70’s in a pop-up trailer all the way to the Canadian Rockies and back. What a trooper!
Born in Whitesboro, Texas, she moved with her family at an early age to Wellington in the Panhandle, where she lived until she married. Her mother died when Mom was about twelve, leaving her in charge of housekeeping and the care of three younger sisters.
In 1919, she married my father, George Horne, in a marriage that lasted till Dad’s death in 1967. During their marriage they lived in seven states in scattered regions of the country. The last twenty years of Dad’s active life were spent in United Methodist pastorates in Texas and Louisiana . During Dad’s first pastorate, we lived in a one-hundred-year-old house where Dad was born and reared near Grapeland. This meant preparing our meals on a fireplace and hauling drinking water from a spring a hundred yards away. After retirement (1960) Mom and Dad were actively involved in the Istrouma Church. Following Dad’s death Mom held several leadership posts in the Istrouma Church.
The Reverend Winn conducted her funeral in the Evangeline Church, Baton Rouge, and the burial was in Resthaven Gardens.
Mom survived the death of her daughter in 1984. I am her only other child, and I live in the Atlanta Metro Area. She has fourteen grandchildren and numerous great grandchildren.
|Source: Journal Louisiana Conference 1992, p. 220 By Robert M. Horne|