becca Jane Donnelly Rebecca Jane Crosswhite Obituary Rebecca Jane Crosswhite, whose maiden name was Donnelly, was born near Mountain City, Tenn., October 2nd, 1829, and departed this life from her home in Mountain City, April 12, 1909, aged 79 years, 6 months and 10 days. She was married to T.J. Crosswhite October 27, 1851. Of this union 7 children were born. Two of these died when very young and one son died after reaching maturity. The longevity of the family of which she was a member, has been somewhat unusual as of the seven children, not one was taken until he was of 65 years of age, while three brothers, W.K. Donnelly and J.C Donnelly of Mountain City, and R.H.M. Donnelly of Chuckey, Tenn., are still living at advanced ages. She was converted and joined the Christian church in early womanhood and lived a faithful and devoted Christian until the end of earth's pilgrimage. Religion to her was real and her Christ at times very near. She was at times real demonstrative and often in the quiet hours of domestic duties would shout aloud the praises of her Lord. She was especially fond of the rich melody and sensible theology of some of the older songs of Zion. In the flesh she suffered much. But being unable to walk for the last 13 years of her life, she did not murmur nor complain, but at times expressed a desire to go to the higher worlds of which she had long had such bright anticipations. She was for 58 years a devoted wife and the children will ever remember her as a gentle, kind, and loveing mother. The funeral was conducted from the late home April 14th by the writer, assisted by J.K. Wilson, Esq. Some of her favorite songs were sung and the body was tenderly laid away in the beautiful cemetary in Mountain City to await the resurrection of the just. Upon the bereaved and aged husband who walks for the present amid the shadows of earth; the brothers who are also looking toward the opening doors of the world to come and the children we pray that heaven's choice blessings may ever rest and that some bright day earth's sorrows over we may meet all the blood-washed of the other side. G.W. Paul