Wm. A. Causey Submitted by Robin Sterling The Blount County Journal, 14 May 1915 Wm. A. Causey Dead "Uncle" Bill Causey died at his home on local route 4, May 7, of general debility, aged 77 years. The deceased was a good citizen, christian gentleman and member of the Missionary Baptist church. Interment at Daily's Chapel, funeral services being conducted by Rev. S.S. Owen and Rev. Wm. Foust. He leaves a widow and four children to mourn their loss. ================================ The Blount County Journal, 4 Jun 1915 Obituary William A. Causey was born December 17, 1838 and died at his home on route 4, May 7, 1915, being near 77 years of age. Uncle Bill, as he was commonly called, was a good christian gentleman and a honest, upright citizen in every respect. To know him was to love him. He was always ready and willing to help in time of trouble or distress. He was converted when a young man and joined the M.E. Church, South, and lived a faithful member of same for several years, then united with the Missionary Baptist church, of which he lived a consistent member until death. He loved the church and God's people, and to read the bible and talk about the Scriptures was a pleasure to him. He had said for several months previous to his death that he felt like his time on earth was short and that he was so glad that he had lived the life that he had and that he could die by. And during his brief illness he bore all his afflictions without a murmur. In his death Blount has lost one of its oldest and best citizens, and his community a good neighbor and friend; his family a true and affectionate husband, and a good and kind father. He leaves a wife, four children, several grandchildren, one brother and two sisters and a host of friends to mourn their loss. But to them we would say to weep not for our loss is his gain. Let us so live that we May go to him some sweet day to live where there will be no more weeping nor heartaches, nor parting with loved ones, but all will be bliss and glory in that sweet home land of the soul. Then let us say "Not ours, but they will be done." Call not back the dear departed, Anchored safe, where the storms are o'er, On the border land we left him, Soon to meet and part no more. When we leave this world of changes, When we leave this world of care, We shall find our missing loved one In our Father's mansion fair.