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Eddie Mann Obituary
He was predeceased by his wife of over 40 years, Mrs. Kathleen L. Mann; a daughter, Ms. Charlotte Mann; and a son, Eddie G. Mann Jr.
Our father, grandfather, great-grandfather, retired from the U.S. Army with over 20 years of service and then was a civil service worker for another 20 years at Fort Lee before retiring again. He resided at 1117 Pointer St. since the 1960s, where he and his raised seven children.
He leaves to mourn his passing his daughters, Ms. Cynthia M. Beasley and Mrs. Shirley Covington, both of Petersburg, Va., Ms. Sandra Trimpey of Lake Charles, La., Ms. Kathleen L. Mann of Goochland, Va.; a son, Mr. Ernest R. Mann of Lake Charles, L.; eight grandchildren, Ms. Juanita Mann, Shavawn Benge, Qwnette Trimpey, all of Lake Charles, La., Antoine D. Beasley, Desmond Covington and Zeletta Coleman, all of Petersburg, Va., Ms. Tenesia Mann of Ashland, Va., and Darnell Mann of Korea; eight great-grandchildren, Destiny Beasley of North Carolina, Alexis Henderson, Asya Mann and Amorri Benge, all of Lake Charles, La., Brionna and Marquale Beasle,y both of Petersburg, Va., and Nevaeh Mann and Michael Frye, both of Ashland, Va.; two sons-in-law, Jerome Covington of Petersburg, Va., and Lee F. Beasley of North Carolina; two brothers, Mr. Robert Mann (Betty) of South Carolina, the Rev. Joseph D. Mann (Arletha) of Jackson, Tenn.; one sister-in-law, Mrs. Geraldine Harper of Richmond, Va.; three brothers-in-law; a host of nieces, nephews, cousins and friends, to include the families of Pointer Street, Beasley Street (Birdsville), The Medi Home Health, the Hospice Team of Richmond, Mrs. Sonja Weaver, Ms. Suquesta Walker and Dr. Elias Demoz and the U.S. Postal Workers of the Petersburg Post Office.
A funeral service will be held at 11 a.m. Monday, Sept. 29, 2008, at the chapel of J.M. Wilkerson Funeral Establishment, 102 South Ave., Petersburg, Va.; the Revs. Neal C. Young and Barbara R. Blakes, officiating. Interment to follow at Wilkerson Memorial Cemetery.
The family will receive friends at 2135 Fort Rice St., Petersburg, Va., and may be contacted by calling (804) 332-5012.
Family members and friends are invited to pay final tribute to Mr. Mann online at www.jmwilkersonsince1874.com and where you may view a video tribute online or at the establishment.
Funeral arrangements entrusted to the staff of the J.M. Wilkerson Funeral Establishment Inc., 102 South Ave., Petersburg, Va., (804) 732-8911, www.jmwilkersonsince1874.com.
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Memories and Condolences
for Eddie Mann
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FRED J. DILLARD
September 27, 2008
My thoughts and prayers are with you in your time of grief. May your memories bring you comfort.
MICHAEL TUCKER
September 23, 2008
I was so sorry to hear of your loss. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help at this time.
September 23, 2008
Back in 1932, I was 32 years old and a fairly new husband. My wife, Nettie and
I were living in a little apartment on Chicago's Southside. One hot August
afternoon I had to go to St. Louis, where I was to be the featured soloist at a
large revival meeting. I didn't want to go. Nettie was in the last month of
pregnancy with our first child. But a lot of people were expecting me in St. Louis.
I kissed Nettie good-bye, Clattered downstairs to our Model A and, in a fresh
Lake Michigan breeze, chugged out of Chicago on Route 66. However, outside the
city, I discovered that in my anxiety at leaving, I had forgotten my music case.
I wheeled around and headed back. I found Nettie sleeping peacefully. I hesitated
by her bed; something was strongly telling me to stay.
But eager to get on my way, and not wanting to disturb Nettie, I shrugged off the
feeling and quietly slipped out of the room with my music. The next night, in the
steaming St. Louis heat, the crowd called on me to sing again and again.
When I finally sat down, a messenger boy ran up with a Western Union telegram. I
ripped open the envelope. Pasted on the yellow sheet were the words:
YOUR WIFE JUST DIED.
People were happily singing and clapping around me, but I could hardly keep from
crying out. I rushed to a phone and called home. All I could hear on the other end
was "Nettie is dead. Nettie is dead."
When I got back, I learned that Nettie had given birth to a boy. I swung between
grief and joy. Yet that night, the baby died. I buried Nettie and our little boy
together, in the same casket. Then I fell apart. For days I closeted myself.
I felt that God had done me an injustice. I didn't want to serve Him any more or
write gospel songs. I just wanted to go back to that jazz world I once knew so well.
But then, as I hunched alone in that dark apartment those first sad days, I thought
back to the afternoon I went to St. Louis. Something kept telling me to stay with
Nettie. Was that something God?
Oh, if I had paid more attention to Him that day, I would have stayed and been with
Nettie when she died. From that moment on I vowed to listen more closely to Him.
But still I was lost in grief. Everyone was kind to me, especially a friend, Professor
Fry, who seemed to know what I needed. On the following Saturday evening he took
me up to Malone's Poro College, a neighborhood music school. It was quiet; the late
evening sun crept through the curtained windows. I sat down at the piano, and my
hands began to browse over the keys.
Something happened to me then. I felt at peace. I felt as though I could reach out and
touch God. I found myself playing a melody, once into my head the melody just
seemed to fall into place:
Precious Lord, take my hand, lead me on, let me stand!
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn,
Through the storm, through the night lead me on to the light,
Take my hand, precious Lord, Lead me home.
The Lord gave me these words and melody, He also healed my spirit. I learned that when
we are in our deepest grief, when we feel farthest from God, this is when He is closest,
and when we are most open to His restoring power.
And so I go on living for God willingly and joyfully, until that day comes when He will
take me and gently lead me home.
A Secret Place
I have a secret place
I like to go each day.
When the day is filled with cares,
I often slip away.
The solitude I yearn for
Way down deep inside,
I find when I take time to go
All cares will soon subside.
I love my secret place
It affords to me some time,
To still my heart; be renewed,
My thoughts to organize.
You too need a place
That you can be alone,
To be refreshed; hear your heart,
Or sing a cheerful song.
A spirit lift of sorts,
It moves me through each day.
As the sun begins to set,
I quietly kneel to pray.
I thank the Lord for time well spent,
And for showing me this place.
I can be alone with him.
How I thank him for his Grace.
Jesus Brings Joy
Like the beauty of the dew on a rose
as it looks toward the morning sun,
Jesus brings joy to our hearts,
He's the Holy and Anointed One.
Each petal of a fragrant rose
is like a promise God has given,
The Lord brings joy to our lives,
He's our hope and reason for living.
Our hearts can safely trust in Him
the one who saved us from our sins,
Grace and forgiveness is found in our Savior
He's our Lord and Dearest Friend.
Yes, Jesus brings joy to our lives
with each new passing day,
It's such a blessing just to know
He's always with us, along life's narrow way.
IN MY FATHER'S ARMS
Father, when day is done and all are sound asleep
I seek refuge in your loving arms and feel secure.
For many nights I have had pain and grief
And you helped me those nights to endure.
My life is not all pure and clean, as you know
But you loved me and waited till I could see,
You knew I would return, where else could I go,
There is no place like in your loving arms to be.
The tenderness and love you have shown me
None other could come close
You never left, no not even once I see
You are always there, my Heavenly Host.
You have held me and kept me safe this far,
You've sheltered me from the turmoil of life
You are my life, my brightest star.
Life is no longer toil and strife.
My Father Is Always Near
Father, when I think of all the wondrous things
You have done for me,
All the times I felt I could not go on,
And then, You were there, I could see.
I felt Your presence there to lift me up,
To help me on my way
To reassure me that You were near
And would listen to all I had to say.
Never could there be a friend,
Never one so dear as You,
I sat there and said a prayer,
That is all I had to do.
You heard my every want
You listened without a word
Then patiently You answered me
My every word was heard.
Sometimes it is not right away,
You answer what I ask
But soon You're there to help me
And my problems all are passed.
September 23, 2008
In tears I saw you sinking,
I watched you fade away.
You suffered much in silence,
you fought so hard to stay.
You faced your task with courage.
Your spirit did not bend,
and still you kept on fighting until the very end.
God saw you getting tired.
When a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around you and whispered "come to me".
So when I saw you sleeping So peaceful, free from pain.
I could not wish you back
to suffer that again.
KAPLAN FAMILY
September 23, 2008
PEACE BY THE MOUNTAIN
As we looked up toward the mountain,
It's peaks all covered with snow,
Trees and grass glimmering with ice,
While we sat here in warmth down below.
The firelight was gleaming brightly,
With a reddish, yellow glow,
As we sat there til the twilight,
Through the window, watching the snow.
T'is only in the morning, sun shining brightly,
That it all melts and runs away,
Down toward the valley, trickling into a creek,
Maybe, we'll see it again one day.
Sunset on a Mountain
How beautiful, a sunset on a mountain, all aglow.
We look at the falling leaves and we surely know,
Gods’ in Heaven and all is right with our hearts.
So beautiful is the nature, here in these parts.
We sit there many times in the late evening sun.
Sometimes we walk up the mountain one, by one.
Watching the red bird and the robin sing away,
We know this we will ever remember, as a beautiful day.
It is so good, looking at the red oaks, trees of red and see
Sweet gum and others, with the yellow hue to be,
When the sun shines bight, and I know God looks down,
To see the glory in the sweet head of His Son’s crown.
I wait His soon coming to walk with Him up the hill.
Listen to the soft voice of the whippoorwill,
As it sings a song, to Jesus, in the red and golden hue,
All, amidst, the golden, flowers, and in the morning dew.
The Journey
They came rowing down the rapids, between the valleys green,
Protruding rocks, and fallen trees, all across the river, in between.
Egging Lady Luck, to somehow once again, protect them today.
After all, didn't they every year, find the courage to come this way?
Freezing, laughing, dipping water, the canoe had sprung a leak,
But soon the journey would be over, then shelter they would seek.
Trekking up the mountain, the way would be mighty long and hard,
But, oh the beauty of that haven there, would be their sweet reward.
Coming home again, to the place where they fell in love,
Way upon the mountain, wisps of clouds hanging, o`er the roof above.
She leaned and softly whisper, as they trudged on up the rugged hill,
When we're old, and weathered, would you like to come here still?
He held her tightly, and told her, this will forever be our place,
We love to run the rapids, we like to run the race,
But one day, tomorrow, when we reach our journey's end,
We'll come back to this, our mountain, where our life first began.
The Path to Heaven
On the road to Heaven, many paths it brings.
I dreamt I went there and listened as the Angels sang.
I set my sight up on a star; a rainbow in a cloud
Whilst’ listening to my Jesus talking aloud.
The clouds were stepping-stones that brought me up high,
They brought me closer to my Savior standing nigh.
I could hear the angels reminiscing, about the days of yore
Looking over Jordan’s river, searching for the evermore.
That is what I wait for, knowing my Savior is by my side
I know without stepping-stones; with Him, I will abide.
Let us ignore the thundering noise, should it arise.
Just watch for our Jesus coming for us from the sky.
I know He loves us all, there in no doubt; God is love.
He has room for every one of us by His side; there above
I can hardly wait to see His crown of Glory; nigh.
With every person, that accepts Him there on high.
The time is coming; it may not be long until His return.
Let Him help put your heart in order; His words learn.
They mean so much to Him and to our sinful soul.
Let us accept His offer of HeaThe Star Of Promise
Thank you God for sending the Holy star of promise so bright ~
That brought us to the Christ Child in the manger that long ago night.
The star shone as a beacon unto all that this was the true Babe
Who had come to save us from our sins if we would do as He bade.
Some of the world do not believe Him, even now it would seem.
Though we must try to win them to Him. It's my greatest dream.
How sad not to be a part of the greatest moment ever to be ...
Following this Star of promise, so the Babe of God they could see.
We join in worshiping Him all year, but celebrate at His birth
With prayer and festivities ... all our hearts so touched and full of mirth.
He is the STAR of the universe, but He came to die for you and me ...
That others might watch our joy and choose, through Him, to be free.
Over a Manger there, the star shone so brightly that wondrous Holy night,
Drawing the magi's attention. They gathered precious gifts and went by the light.
They came to the Manger with a little cradle filled with softly strewn hay
And it's there they found, that this is where the little Baby Jesus lay.
When He Takes Me Home
Lord, I've traveled all around.
It seems I just roam
And I know there's no place like Heaven.
So, Lord, please take me home.
When this life, here on earth, is done
And there's no one left to love,
Please send my angel for this one,
To be with Thee above.
I know there's all things of beauty there,
Which seems to escapes me here.
I want to see the tree of life and a white robe wear,
And by my Savior be near.
I'd like to see Thine own garden of beauty
And all You'd have for me to do,
By Thine own side enjoy every duty
And bow at Thy feet and worship, too.
I can almost hear the angels singing
With the pure joy of it all,
When they see Thee, under Thy wing,
Bringing more souls to come to call.
Your, Secret Place Lord
Hide my sins in your secret place Lord; each one
We sin often Lord God; much to our dismay to Thy Son.
Help us to overcome each shortcoming; in life today
And find the true road to Glory Lord; one way.
Help us to turn corners gracefully Lord; in prayer
On this road to peace I know we'll find you there.
Just hide every ugly sin that’s ever been; Lord
Seems overcoming all on this old earth is rather hard.
We know though that forgiveness is in Thine own heart
And the secret hiding place shall never, ever part.
Keep us under your wing and protect each one
Keep us for Thine own self until life here is done.
Then let us hover round about Thee sweet Jesus; always
For Thy word says there will be no end; to the days.
Forever and ever we'll walk streets of gold
And in Thy name dear Master; let us be utterly bold.
Tell our neighbor about Thy loving grace; every day
Lord, that they too, might look up and find the only way.
The secret hiding place in the true and everlasting heart
And when we find this place; never, Lord let us part.
BERNARD - JESSICA MORGAN
September 23, 2008
I Heard a Distant Choir
As I was was gazing up to Heaven, the stars so shiny and bright,
I thought I heard singing in the sky, way up yonder out of sight,
Singing of the Master, who sits and rules, upon the highest throne,
It was so very beautiful, I was wishing it would go on and on.
It must have been the Angels singing, or the Saints gone on before,
I thought I heard mama and daddy, quietly knocking, on my hearts door,
I listened and was quietly whispering, the name of Jesus to be by my side,
And He assured me in the kindest voice, that He’d ever by me, abide.
It sounded like sweet melodies, coming from there, way up above,
I wondered if it was the Angels telling, of the sweetness of their love,
Hark! I think I see chariots coming, pulled by horses of white,
I wondered how it could be so clearly seen, when it was in the night.
But I could hear the distant choir singing, a sweet melody of love,
‘Twas the Masters voice from Heaven, singing bass, from up above,
Singing, come to me my children, Ill keep you safe from harm,
Then in my mind I saw a banner waving, ‘twas from the Masters arm.
Saying I am the Lily of the Valley, the Bright and Morning Star,
I am sending you a message, from the Saints, own Holy choir,
So as I thought of fainting away into death, I awakened, just to see,
That the message meant, one day the Chariot was coming after me.
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