Ella Myra Barackman, 89, peacefully went home to be with her Lord at The Green Home, Wellsboro onSunday, Sept. 8, 2013.
She was born March 10, 1924, in Crooked Creek (Holliday), the daughter of Ernest and Violet Allen Hayes.
She was predeceased by her parents; her husband of 63 years, the Rev. Dr. Floyd Hays Barackman on Sept. 11, 2007; and sisters, Elizabeth (Charles) Wagner and Dorothy (John) Wriglesworth. She is survived by daughter, Ruth (Ernest) Jelliff of Wellsboro; son, Phillip (Deborah) Barackman of Providence R.I.; three granddaughters, Darla (Terry) Amig, Katelyn and Kyle of Bainbridge, Lynette (Nathan) Wessells, Orrin, Truett and Violet of Colorado Springs Colo. and Amy Barackman (Roger Cosseboom) of San Francisco Calif.; two grandsons, Daniel (Lorianne) Shuey, Wesley, Evan, Maegan and Julianne of Tampa Fla., Matthew Barackman (Jessie Booth) of Cambridge Mass.; nieces, nephews and cousins.
She graduated Wellsboro High School in 1941 and Practical Bible Training School (now Davis College) Johnson City N.Y. in 1944. Though fragile, she was mighty in spirit with quiet inner grace and beauty and is dearly loved. She so loved her husband, serving with him in pastorates and Bible teaching ministries for over 60 years. 'She loved music, playing piano and organ in churches over five decades and enjoyed homemaking, sewing and oil painting. She so loved her family who are grateful for her continual encouragement, especially in our walk with God, and her daily example of time spent with Him. She loved everyone more because she loved God most and is now in His presence and heaven's glories, not because she was good but because while here on earth she trusted Jesus as her personal Lord and Savior.
These words she penned describe her walk with Him.
He bids me come so tenderly. I must not wait, He calls for me.
"To pastures green I'll lead the way, just take my hand, trust and obey."
His words are spoken lovingly; this day I'll walk with Him.
We pass through shadows dark and long, my faith grows dim with fear.
And when it seems I can't go on, I feel His presence near.
The day is past. The night hours come. Our steps turn toward the lights of home, an open door to love and cheer, how sweet to walk with Him. \