Griffith, Analiza Jenkins

Passed: 1917-04-20

Age: 76

Source: Jackson Herald

Death Notice:

Obituary Date: 1917-04-27

Information: Analiza Jenkins Griffitts was born in Fayette county, Virginia, now West Virginia, March 7, 1841, died April 20, 1917, age 76 years, 1 month and 13 days, at the home of her daughter, Mrs. Mollie C. Lanham at Kenna, and was laid to rest in the family cemetery Sunday at 3 p. m.  Funeral services were conducted by Rev. W. B. Parsons in a very able and impressive manner at the home and a large concourse of friends followed in the wake of the casket to its final resting place on a beautiful mound near Cross Knobs presenting a glorious view of a western sunset indicative of a brilliant morning sunrise.  ""Her suffering ended with the day, Yet lived she at the close, And breathed the long, long night away In statue---like repose.""    Mrs. Griffitts was a lady of extraordinary attainments and strong character.  She was kind and generous to all.  Everybody was welcome in her home and at her table.  She was industrious, patient and sympathetic and possessed with a wonderful intellect.  She always said we would know and love again the ones who love us here.  She left a record to her friends that all was well.    She was a niece of General Jenkins of Civil War fame and near related to the Jenkins family that figured prominently in the politics of Virginia before and after the Civil War.  She was joined in marriage to J. V. Griffitts in 1859 and from this union descended nine children, 34 grand-children and nine great grand-children.  No children ever had a kinder mother.  The following are the names of her children:  Mrs. Margaret McGinn of Chicago, Ill.; Mrs. Mollie C. Lanham, Kenna;  Mrs. James H. Garrett, Dunbar;  J. T. Griffitts, Kenna;  Mrs. Ida Winter, Akron, O.; W. E. Griffitts, Dunbar;  Mrs. Annie Edens, Browning, Miss.; O. E. Griffitts, Ambridge, Penn.; and D. A. Griffitts of Huntington.   Her husband, J. V. Griffitts, is nearly 81 years old, left to complete his lone life's journey on staff taking the last slow steps marking time which all must take.  But why should we fear that which will come to all of us?  The buds and blossoms fall with the ripened fruit and the king will fall beside the slave.  I have known her for 35 years and she always was ready to visit the sick and to do her part in any emergency to relieve the distressed and weary hearted.    D. L. Skeen.