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Page 25 – Sketch of Isaac’s Life (cont.) & Poem

sports—football, baseball, bas-ketball and archery. He loved to dance—quite proficient jit-ter-bugger, and was member of the Sans Souci club; and he liked to hunt.
He was a strong specimen of a man—five feet, eleven inches, 185 pounds and his arms, legs and back like whipcord; he al-ways kept in training, and kept himself physically fit — and clean.
I never particularly noticed his fondness for the Bible until the morning of Aug. 27th, 1946, when we sent him to the Veter-ans Hospital at Fayetteville in an ambulance—the only things he carried was his bible and prayer-book. And when he came home Oct. 11, 1946, from the hospital, his chief and only reading was the Bible and prayer-book — not occasionally, hut constantly at night, and this continued until his death He left Chapel Hill Infirmary Jan. 11th so hurriedly that he could not get his Bible, but as soon as he got to the Veterans Hospital, he secured, from Chaplain Jenkins a little blue pocket-size “The Gospel of Sir Luke.” and the page was turned down at the sixth chapter–his last reading when he just couldn’t read any more; in fact. on Jan. 16th Nurse Rachel Austin dropped in and read his mail to him. If he had lived, I just wonder what his future course would have been? In November, 1946, at New Bern he talked very freely with Mrs, Slaughter; writes she, “his reverence and his spirituality impressed me deeply.”
Friendliness and kindliness and politeness — three traits ever with him. For many years he had the warmest friendship for the late Mrs. George Steele and for his great and good Mrs. A. McCullen (who will be 86 this Oct. 3rd). And every Sunday he visited Mrs. McCullen — an attachment that grew with the years—she a sort of mother to him.
It is hard to realize that this vigorous, capable young man who loved life so well, has left us forever. But now, in the twinkling of an eye, comes Death.
Much could be written.
But, really, his young life speaks for itself.
He is secure in the affec-tionate memories of many friends and loving kindred.
In the warmth and clarity of the LIGHT he lived, and in its glory he died!

In Thy Gracious Keeping

Now the labourer’s task is o’er;
Now the battle day is past;
Now upon the farther shore
Lands the voyager at last.
Father, in thy gracious keeping
Leave we now thy servant sleeping.

“Earth to earth, and dust to dust,”
Calmly now the words we say,
Left behind, we wait in trust
For the resurrection day.
Father, in thy gracious keeping
Leave we now thy servant sleeping.


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