Good-Bye to Our Old Friend, John A. Hamilton At about 8:30 o'clock, June 18, 1927, the wheels of life stood still and ceased to move and the spirit of John A. Hamilton, of Davis City, took its flight to the realms of glory, and to the paradise of God, there to remain until the great morning of eternity when the sleeping millions of earth will arise from their graves and go to meet the blessed of all lands in the Saviour's everlasting kingdom of God, in the sweet bye and bye. 72 milestones Brother Hamilton has planted along the pathway of life, sometimes I feel sure was through sorrow and tears and the clouds of trouble would flee away and after the storm was passed, the beautiful rainbow would span the horizon and the glorious sun would shine again in all his glory and beauty, dispelling the clouds of sorrow and anguish, and again make glad the heart of man. My wife and I have known the Hamilton family for nearly a third of a century, being neighbors and fast friends during all these years, living just across the street from where my beloved wife and I have lived happily together in Davis City for nearly forty years. O, how kind and true to him in all his long sickness and sore affliction, were his beloved wife, Sarah Hamilton and his children so kind to him, doing all they could to alleviate his suffering. But I imagine Brother Hamilton in his last hours could hear the beautiful songs of angels singing, "Coming Over the Mountains" to bear him away to the mansions of gold, the immortal spirit of man, that goes to live in heaven through the long cycles of eternity. So I can only say, good-bye, till we meet again, where we will never sorrow any more, and we will meet all our loved ones where the sun will go down no more. Joseph Tharp. [Copied 3/10/2005 from a photocopy of a newspaper (unknown) obituary by great-grandson Stephen Ray Puckett, grandson of his daughter, Maude Fern Hamilton Puckett]