January 28, 1906 - February 9, 1954
|Mrs. Edith Hysell Mason was born January 28, 1906 in Putney, W. Va. She was the daughter of Harvey Benson Hysell and Elizabeth Ritz Hysell. She was reared and educated in and around Charleston, W. Va. In 1935 she was married to Rev. W. C. Mason of Virginia. She came to Louisiana with Brother Mason in November of the same year to take work In the Louisiana Conference. Together they served the following appointments:
Lockport, Haughton, Marksville, Gordan Avenue — Monroe, Memorial Methodist Church — Monroe, Clinton, Ferriday, McGuire Memorial — West Monroe, and Plain Dealing.
Those who knew Edith Mason loved her very much. She was a radiant person with an unusual sense of humor. She had the ability to appreciate the serious side of life, for she was deeply religious. She had the ability to see the funny side of life, for she had a native ability to enjoy the human things that make life so interesting and amusing. Edith Mason never lost that sense of humor. Even in her deepest suffering before her death, she would say things that would make those around her laugh. Those who knew her best associate her with laughter and joy. Edith lived in a happy world, for she had a happy heart. She made It her business to paint the dark clouds with sunshine. “The Sun of Righteousness bad arisen with healing in his wings”! Edith knew him and was glad!
Mrs. Mason was converted when she was eighteen years of age while she was sitting in the pew of the Methodist Church of Putney, W. Va. during a prayer and testimony Meeting. Those who saw her said that her face was alight with the glory of another world. “Her face was like the face of an angel”, they said.
She fell in love with a young Methodist preacher, the Rev. W. C. Mason, and came with him to Louisiana. The Rev, and Mrs. Mason have one daughter, Mary Ella, who is now 15 years of age.
She appreciated so much the many fine things done for her by the splendid members of the Methodist Church in Plain Dealing. She slipped away to be with God on the morning of February 9th, 1954. If she could speak to us from beyond the veil, I think she would say in the words of the Poet, Martha Snell Nicholson:
“I would not have you grieve for me today
Nor weep beside my vacant chair.
Could you but know my daily portion here
You would not, could not, wish me there.
“I know now why He said, “Ear hath not heard”.
I have no words, no alphabet.
Or even if I had I dare not tell
Because you could not bear it yet.
So, only this — I am the same, though changed,
Like Him! A joy more rich and strong
Than I had dreamed that any heart could hold~
And all my life is one glad song.
Sometimes when you are talking to our Lord
He turns and speaks to me Dear heart,
In that rare moment you and I are just
The distance of a word apart!
And so my loved ones, do not grieve for me
Around the family board today;
Instead, rejoice, for we are one in Him,
And so I am not far away.”
|Source: Journal of the Louisiana Conference of the Methodist Church, Pages 172-173, 1954 by A. W. Townsend, Jr.|