Sarah Jane, daughter of Jackson and Martha GRUBB, was born March 3, 1870, and in the early morning of October 16th, 1938 in the home of her daughter, Mrs. E.L. PAISLEY, of Mouth of Wilson, Virginia, passed away into life Eternal.
Mrs. HASH was converted in early life, and united with the Methodist Church, of which she remained a loyal and consistent member until death.
On August 30, 1891 she was united in marriage with Rev. Jones Foster HASH, beloved member of Holston Conference, with whom she dwelt in perfect accord until God in His infinite wisdom saw fit to call the spirit of His trusted servant, her husband, back to the Courts of Heaven.
Unto this union were born six children, two of whom died in infancy. The eldest son, James Fielder, died at the very beginning of what would undoubtedly have been a noteworthy career in the field of Journalism.
Those who survive to mourn the departure of a sainted mother are Mrs. Samuella PAISLEY, who ministered to her during her latter days; Joseph Stubblefield HASH, Dallas, Texas; and Embree R. HASH of Camden, N.C. Neither of the sons, due to distance and illness, was able to be present. The following brothers and sisters also survive: Melvin GRUBB, Demorest, Ga.; A.N. GRUBB, Grant, Va.; O.M. GRUBB, Kennedy, N.Y.; Dr. A.B. GRUBB, Cripple Creek, Va., and Miss Lillian GRUBB of Demorest, Ga. in addition to six grandchildren.
No lengthy eulogy is needed for one, who for the greater part of three score years and ten, lived a life of faithful service to God and man. Possessed of an intellect far above the average, and having exceptional educational advantages in early life, she was well fitted for the life of a minister’s wife. Left at an early age a widow with the responsibility of rearing and educating children, she bravely assumed the task, and succeeded remarkably well.
Life with its sorrows, its cares and responsibilities held no terrors for her, because she placed her trust in Him, who is the source of all strength and help. When the evening shadows of life’s ebbing day gathered around, and her physical body was racked with pain, she had access to a throne of Grace sufficient for her.
In the Methodist cemetery at Grant, Va. beside the body of her beloved husband, she was placed, to sleep until the morning of the general Resurrection.
When Peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul.
And Lord haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall re-sound and the Lord shall descent,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
K. C. HASH
Source: Methodist Episcopal Church. Official Journal of the Holston Annual Conference of the Methodist Church. 1940.
