March 27, 1837 - November 24, 1920
|On Nov. 24, 1920, at 11 p. in., Sister E. W. Yancey died at the home of her son, Walter Yancey, of Summerville, La., and was buried in the Summerville cemetery.
She was almost an invalid for two years. While her passing was not unexpected, it was still a great shock to her relatives and friends. Sister Yancey was born March 27,1837, and was married to Dr. Aber in 1853, and eight children were born of this union. She later married Rev. E. W. Yancey, a minister in the M. E. Church, South, and there were four children of this union. She was the mother of twelve children, nine of whom are living, and a host of grandchildren and great-grandchildren are living to morn her death.
Sister Yancey was a devoted Christian, always loyal to her vows and to God and her church. She joined the Methodist Church and began a Christian life early in life, and lived a life of service and self-denial for her Master and her fellow men. She was never happier than when doing something to make others happy. She always thought of others, rather than herself, even to her last days on earth. She was kind and good to everyone. She loved her church, and was always in attendance when able to be there. My first introduction to her was in the parsonage on my first work immediately after my arrival. She came with a basket full and a smile on her face and extended unto me a hearty welcome, and as the days went by I found her to be the most helpful person I ever knew, and she never tired of her kindness and appreciation of the preacher and his family.
This is but a brief sketch of one who belonged to that faithful, sacrificing company of godly women, who through weary years went hand in hand with the ministers of our church. To receive these men of God into her home and provide for their comfort -was one of the joys of her life.
During the later years of her life, remembering, no doubt, the deprivations she had undergone as a preacher’s wife, she inaugurated a movement by which these faithful wives -and mothers of the parsonage home, should be in some small measure remembered -for their service.
These and other like services and sacrifices she made in the Master’s name, to those who knew her so well, are like ointment poured for the filling all the wide room of memory with its lasting fragrance.
|Source: Journal Louisiana Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South, 1921, page 77, by D. C. Barr.|