Floyd County Obit - Mrs. Mary Jane Ivey



Mrs. Mary Jane Ivey was born in Middle Tennessee, May 21st, 1826, she was the first child and daughter of Mr. James and Mrs. Delana Teaver; they moved near LaGrange, Troup county, Georgia, when she was but a small child, and were among the first settlers of that county. The Indians were then very plentiful in that section of the State and re-mained there for some time afterwards.


Her grandfather, Jacob Teaver, was born in Germany and came ,to America while a young man, long before the Revolutionary war. He was engaged in the battle at Bunk-er's Hill in the year 1775. He lived to be quite old. died in his ninety-fourth year.
    Her grandmother was Rebecca Teaver, for-merly Miss Rebecca Swancey. Her parents were born in Scotland. She herself, was born in England and came to America long before the Revolutionary war. Eight children were born to them, four of whom lived to be quite old; four of them died in their infancy.
    Her grandfather, David Graham, was an Ameri-can born. His parents were born in Ireland, they, too, came to America long before the Revolutionary war. He, David Graham, fought in the battle at Savannah, Georgia, in 1812, with Great Britain. He also lived to be quite old.
Her grandmother, Mrs. Annie Graham, formerly Miss Annie .Buchanan, her parents were born in England, she, herself, was born in America. She came from a distinguished family, owing to their relationship, and was a niece of President Buchanan, who was President of the United States from 1857 to 1861.
Her father, Mr. James Teaver, was born in Virginia in 1800. He was a man who made many friends, always had the latch string on the outside to his friends, with that courtesy and hospitality for which the sons of old Vir-ginia are so noted. He was also noted for his physical strength, energy and bravery. He raised sons who were soldiers through the Confederate army, sons who fell in defense of a principle, and who, despite defeat, have still won for themselves the homage of the civilized world. He died at his home near LaGrange, Troup county, Ga., in 1875, aged 75 years.

Her mother, Mrs. Delana Teaver, formerly Miss Delana Graham, was also born in Vir-ginia in 1806. She was a woman of high culture and of a most lovable disposition, of high religious purpose and aspirations; a spiritually refined and beautiful character. She died at her home near LaGrange, Troup county, Ga., in the year 1863, age 57 years.
Twelve children were born to them, all of whom lived to be grown, those yet living are Mrs. Elizabeth E. Ivey, of Rome, Ga., Mr. John C. Teaver, of Plant City, Fla., Mrs. Ellen C. Crowder, of Plant City, Fla., Mr. Thomas Teaver, of near LaGrange, Troup county, Ga., who owns and lives on the old homestead place where he was born.

Mrs. Mary Ivey, formerly Miss Mary Teaver, was married to Mr. Thomas Rhodes Ivey of Wilkes County, Ga., in July, 1853. His parents were Virginians by birth, they moved to Wilkes county, Ga., and were among the first settlers in that part of the state, where he was born and reared. Shortly after their marriage they moved to Alabama where they engaged in farming and were very successful and prospered until the war came on in 1861 between the states. In 1863 they sold all their property and stock for Confederate money, which proved to them a total loss. Afterwards moved to Columbia county, Ga., where his family resided until the close of the war, he being away from home and in the service of the Confederate army. After the close of the war, he returned home and was taken ill with fever, and after a long and lingering illness, died August 17th, 1865; leaving his widowed wife with a large family of children to support and educate. At the time when desolation had followed in the wake of armies, farming tools had been taken, cattle and provisions consumed, fences destroyed, seed was not to be had and almost no one had credit when credit had once been nearly universal. The harvest of death had left nothing but debts, and many land owners were without a dollar to pay taxes with. This was the deplorable condition of the entire country at this time.

Though we may say the deceased husband and father had always lived a just and right-eous man; professing a faith in Christ, ever walking in the ways of His commandments.
The just man walketh in His integrity and his children are blessed after him. (Proverbs, x:7.)

For the promise is unto you and your children and to all that are afar off. (Acts, iv:39.)

The widow, the subject of this sketch, had many hardships and trials for the first few years of her widowhood, though she was pos-sessed of a strong mind and very ambitious, yet gentle and kind in her manners, ever trusting in Providence to guide her.

Yet "Thou in thy manifold mercies, forsaketh them not in the wilderness, the pillar of cloud departed not from them by day to lead them in the way, neither the pillar of fire by night to show them light and the way wherein they should go." (Nehemiah, ix:19h.

   In December, 1872,   she  moved  to  Rome, Ga., where she made this place her home the remaining years of her life, and as her children had grown up to be men and wo-men, her burdens were made lighter for her and her life was more pleasure to her. She spending the greater part of her time in read-ing and cultivating and caring for a rare col-lection of flowers, both of which she was very fond of.

In May, 1900, she was taken ill, gradually growing worse until August 29th, 1900, when her sufferings were ended. She was a person of tact and energy, and yet of most lovable disposition, kind and helptul in her sympathies, patient and cheerful in her suffer-ings, of high religious purpose and aspira-tions, a spiritually refined and beautiful char-acter, and whose influence was always elevat-ing and inspiring. She died as she lived, with a sweet abiding trust in the unseen veri-ties of truth and love.

The funeral services were held at her home No. 9 Brooks street, East Rome, Ga., at 3 p. m. August 30th, 1900. Dr. R. B. Headen, pastor of First Baptist Church officia-ting.


To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part, And go from my home, it afflicts not my heart, Like thoughts of absenting myself for a day From that bless'd retreat where I've chosen to pray.

Dear bower where the vine and the poplar have spread, And wove, with their branches, a roof o'er my head, How oft have I knelt on the evergreen there, And poured out my soul to my Savior in pray'r.

The early shrill tones of the loved nightingale That dwelt in my bower, I observed as my bell To call me to duty, while birds of the air Sang anthems of praises as I went to pray'r.

How sweet were the zephyrs, perfumed by the pine, The ivy, the balsam, the wild eglantine; But sweeter, ah! sweeter, superlative were The joys I have tasted in answer to pray'r.

For Jesus, my Savior, oft deign'd there to meet. And bless'd with his presence my humble retreat, Oft filled me with rapture and blessedness there, Inditing, in heaven's own language, my pray'r.

Dear bower, I must leave you and bid you adieu, And pay my devotions in parts that are new, For Jesus, my bavior, resides Ev'rywhere, And can, in all places give answer to pray'r.


We pray thee, Oh Lord our heavenly Fa-ther, who through Jesus Christ hast revealed thy glory with unchanging faith in the con-fession of tby name, blessed forever be thy mercy whereby thou hast called the nations of the earth from the shades of death, into the marvelous light of thy faith. We pray thee, Lord, to remember the soul of thy faithful ser-vant departed, who has gone before us with the sign of faith and repose in the sweet sleep of peace, to the great and eternal glory and love of the Divine Master, and that thy voice may be remembered with them at the last day at thy right hand, and hear them say, "Come ye blessed of my Father, possess you the kingdom, prepared for you from the founda-tion of the world."

Our Heavenly Father thou knowest our darkness, our weakness and our doubts. Have pity on us merciful father, and let the bright beams of thy eternal truth shine upon us, clear away the cloud of error and preju-dice from before our eyes, and may we hum-bly submit to, and embrace with our whole hearts the teachings of thy truth. We beseech thee to have mercy upon  us and bring us to the knowledge and love of thy truth and let not our souls, we pray thee be shut   out from thy blessed told, unite us  to thyself  in the sacraments of thy love, and   grant,   that partaking of the joys of this world   we   may come at last to the possessions of those eternal rewards which thou hast promised to all who do thy will.    Lord, make us thankful for  all thy goodness and through the merits   of thy most precious blood give us grace   to   suffer with true patience all the pains and afflictions of our agony, and that uniting them with thine we may be partakers of thy glory in paradise. May God have mercy on us, forgive   us   our sins and bring us to life everlasting, we ask in Christ, our Redeemer's name.-Amen.


Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly; While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still is nigh, Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide,
Oh, receive my soul at last.Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, oh, leave me not alone!
Still support and comfort me. All rny trust on thee is stayed,
All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
Thou, O Christ art all I want;
Boundless love in thee I find; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name,
Prince of peace and righteousness Most unworthy Lord, I am;
Thou art full of love and grace.
Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin; Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.


Text: Rev.,14th chapter, 13th verse, "And J heard a voice from Heaven saying unto me write, blessed are the dead, which die in the Lord, from henceforth yea, saith the Spirit that they may rest from their labors, and their works do follow them.
The one whose death we mourn today may truly be said to rest from her labors, and we devoutly believe is blessed, she died in the Lord as she lived in His service. Her works are her crown. The latter years of her life were marked by infirmities so that she was unable to take active part in the work of the Master, yet she never lost interest in the cause of Christ, neither did her faith waver or her love wax cold.
The love of Christ was a theme upon which she loved to dwell and the prosperity of His cause was dear to her heart.
Sister Ivey was born in May, 1826, and died in August, 1900, aged nearly seventy-five years.
She joined the Baptist church in Troup county, Ga., in 1844, and for fifty-six years lived a devoted, consistent member of the church. Many of these years were full of trials and hardships, but her faith never wav-ered, the darker her days the brighter was her faith; she leaned in childlike faith, upon the promise: "As thy days so shall thy strength be."

In 1853 Sister Ivey was married in Troup county, near LaGrange, Ga. Her husband was also a devoted Christian, being an ordained deacon of Roanoke church, Barbour county Ala., for eleven years; he served the Lord as a trusted officer in his church. He was also a soldier in the Confederate army, and at the time of his death was postmaster at Seale Station, Ala.

In 1865 Sister Ivey was left a widow with the burden of a helpless family on her hands, she was left with eight small children to rear and educate. Often she has told me of her struggles, the scarcity of money, trials and hardships, though she never lost faith in God's love and power to help. How well and no-bly she performed the task that Providence committed to her hand, we all know; all but two of her children are here today to mourn her loss and pay the sincere tribute of filial affection to her memory. They rise up with one accord and call her blessed. The oldest of her children well remember her struggles in their behalf and embalm her memory in the richest love of their hearts. Truly she was their best friend, and so impressed them with the beauty and strength of her own character and life that their own lives were a pleasure to her as she saw in them illustrated the fruits of her loving crowns. Her life and labors well illustrate the thought of the old Jewish proverb-that as God could not be every where, therefore He made mothers. It is blasphemous in one sense, but it teaches in a striking way, the value of mothers. The world owes a debt which it can never pay to mothers.
God bless the true Christian mothers in our land who have reared and given to society children that may well be termed treasures. Sister Ivey was not only a strong character a true Christian, but possessed a refine-ment of nature that is beautifully illustrated in the flowers which she cultivated and loved so much. Flowers are nature's pets, and no one but a beautiful soul can love and care for them as our sister did for these all around us today. My dear friends, you who mourn a mother's death, tell me what more could children ask when they come to lay a loved one away. She died in the Lord with her life's work well done, her pilgrimage length-ened out beyond the threescore and ten years, the appointed years of man, like a shock of corn fully ripened, as illustrated by the golden sheaf of wheat which lies before us.    She has been gathered for the garners in the sky.
Nature bids you weep over the parting from one so dear, but you have no cause to mourn. She sweetly rests from her labors. God grant that children, grandchildren and friends may follow in her footsteps, live Christian lives, serve the God she served and ever loving the God she loved.


I would not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way: The few lurid morning's that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes,  full enough for its cheer.
I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb, Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom; There sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise, To hail Him in triumph descending the skies.
Who, who would live alway, away from his God,- Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns :
Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Savior and brethren, transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture, unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.


Our Heavenly Father, we again bow our-selves before thee in humble prayer. Oh Lord we beseech thee to have mercy upon us and teach us thy sacred truths by the prophets and apostles and grant that we may so im-prove by their doctrine and examples in the love of thy holy name, that we may shew forth by our lives, whose disciples we are, and that we no longer follow the corrupt inclinations of flesh and blood, but master all our passions that we may be ever directed by thy light and strengthened by thy grace, to walk in the ways of thy commandments, and to serve thee with clean hearts according to thy Father's will, who hast declared unto the world the message of the gospel, grant that we may re-ceive it into our minds, embrace in in our wills, preserve it in our memories, and practice it in our lives. Our heavenly Father, we com-mend thy children to thee, be thou their God and Father, and mercifully supply whatsoever is wanting, strengthen them to overcome the corruptions of the wTorld and resist the solicit-ations of evil, pour thy grace into their hearts and confirm and multiply in them the gifts of thy holy spirit that they may daily grow in grace and be admitted to the unspeakable joys of our true home in heaven. Oh Lord hear us in our prayer, and afford the sweet-ness of thy comforts to thine afflicted servants and remove according to thine accustomed mercy, the heavy burden of their calamities. Our Father, we need thy grace, we need a double portion of thy grace to understand the mystery of thy dealings with us. We need the everlasting arms of God's love around us to give the sense of comfort that God only, can give to his children. We need the rev-elation of divine will to shine through the midst of the darkness of earthly sorrow, as the sunlight broke through the darkness of eternal chaos in the beginning, bringing to the light ot the knowledge ot the glory of God, in the face of thy son, Jesus Christ, and now, Father, for each and every one of us here, we pray thee that this dispensation of thy Prov-idence may indeed teach us so to number our days that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. Grant that we remember how un-certain is life at all times, and how dependent we are on God, and we beseech thee that in the midst of this darkness and trouble we may learn, as thou wouldst have us to know, the lesson of life, and may God have mercy upon us and forgive us our sins and bring us to life everlasting, world without end.-Amen.

Services concluded at the grave where a large number of relatives and friends were gathered to pay their last tribute of respect to one whom so many loved and respected.


Who was born May 21st, 1826, and departed this life August 29th, 1900, aged 75 years. The writer of this sketch knew her well, and as her friend and neighbor twenty years, de-sires to pay this tribute of respect to her memory.
As Miss Mary Jane Teaver, she joined the Baptist church at Long Cane, Troup county, Ga., and at the time of her death was a mem-ber of the First Baptist church of Rome, Ga., thus for fifty-six years she served the divine Master, walking well and truly in His ap-pointed ways through trials and hardships that only a widow with eight children can know.
In 1853 she was married to Mr. Thomas Rhodes Ivey at her home near LaGrange; Ga. He was ordained a deacon of the Roanoke Baptist church in Barbour County, Ala., in 1853. he served the deaconship eleven years, purchasing for himself a good degree and great boldness in the faith. He served his country in the Confederate States army in the capacity assigned to him until the close of the war. He died August 17th, 1865. His widow, the subject of this sketch, was left alone with eight little children to battle for in a cold, unfeeling world, and her country impoverished by the war, and that she battled well, the womanhood and the manhood of eight children God gave to her care, does fully attest. Two sons and five daughters yet live as monuments to her high Christian character and mother's care. The fatherhood of man attests no higher degree of kinship with God than does the motherhood of wo-man. Her youngest daughter, Mrs. Mittie A. Anderson, died May the 3rd, 1883. Those yet living are:
Dr. James E. Ivey, of Rome, Ga.
Mrs. G. A. Lloyd, of Meridian, Miss.
Mr. Chas. T. Ivey, of Montgomery, Ala.
Mrs. N. A. Klaising, of Rome, Ga.
Mrs. L. A. Lloyd, of Brunswick, Ga.
Mrs. W. H. Davidson, of  Tuscaloosa, Ala.
Mrs. Geo. W. Crumley, of Rome, Ga.

All these, her children, except one, were with her during her last illness and death and showed great devotion. Her oldest son, Dr. James E. Ivey, who made his home with her and cared for her, is truly commendable. With her life's fitful dream is o'er, she has com-pleted life's work and gone to Him who has already said to her, "Well done thou good and faithful servant, enter thou unto the joy of thy Lord."
On the 29th day of August, 1900, her peaceful soul winged its way to the God who gave it, and the next day her frail and wasted body was carried to Myrtle Hill cemetery, her family burying ground, followed by children, grandchildren, loving friends and neighbors. Her grave was literally lined with flowers that she loved so much while living, and the mound of earth above her body was covered with roses, and there in this embowered bed may she sweetly sleep until resurrection warns thee to awake and live forever amid the per-petual flowers of paradise.

One of the brightest stars that ever threw its soft radiance over a home circle has just been eclipsed in the dark shadows of the tomb; one of the sweetest voices that ever made vocal the hearts of a home circle with sentiments of kindness, has been hushed into the long dreamless sleep of death.
But that star shines with additional lustre over the beautiful plains of New Jerusalem, and that voice has gained additional sweet-ness as it mingles with the voices of the angels, as they cause the heavenly hills to reverberate with the everlasting chorus, "Glory to God in the Highest."
Mrs. Mary Jane Ivey, the widow of Mr. Thomas Rhodes Ivey', and daughter of James and Delana Teaver, was born in Middle Tennessee, May 21st, 1826, and died at her home, No. 9 Brooks street, East Rome, Ga,., August 29th, 1900. The attendance at her funeral, preached by Dr. R. B. Headen, pastor First Baptist church, of which she was a member for nearly a half century.
The evening of her funeral was an unmis-takable evidence of the high esteem in which she was held by the community of every age and class.
But the more intimately she was known the more highly she was appreciated, for modesty was one of her characteristics.
She was a good neighbor, true under all cir-cumstances. 8he was a devoted, loving and indulgent mother, ever making the home cheerful with her smiles of love and tender-ness, so much so that one contemplating her beautiful life involuntarily thought of what the great geologist said, after making investigations of the laws of nature, that as the silent unseen atmosphere is more powerful in its effects upon the earth's surface than a sweeping cyclone, so the silent, unseen, but ever strong influence growing out of her ten-derness was more powerful than the most el-oquent pleading of a harsh nature.
No one who ever visited her during her long and painful illness could fail to be impressed with her kindness.
Her suffering was long, but she bore it most patiently and cheerfully. We sorrow and rejoice for our deceased friend, sorrow that we shall see her sweet face no more, and no more enjoy communion with her sweet spirit, but we rejoice that the memory of her life and example lingers in our hearts like sweet odors, and that her spirit rests in peace.
To her bereaved children and relatives we extend our most sincere sympathy, praying that they may follow her example and admo-nition.

End note, apparently written by Mrs. Teaver's sister

T. J. Teaver was borned (sic) June 7th 1848 - died Jan 15th 1933.
Jake Teaver was borned (sic) Dec 5th 1827, died Feb 2nd 1863.
Uncle Jake died (2) yrs after the war started in a government hospital at Vicksburg, Miss. He was buried in the Confederacy cemetery there in Vicksburg Miss. He and Uncle John went through the (4) yrs of Civil War. Uncle John is buried at Plant City Fla. My daddy T. J. was drafted at 16 yrs old - got as far as Atlanta when Sherman came through - the war ended.

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