Submitted by; Diane Lewis

From the collections of; Juanita Stout Royster Black

Gladys Thomas

Gladys (Johnson) Thomas was born at Elvira near Buncombe, Illinois, February 23, 1900; died at her home near the place of her birth April 11, 1934, age 34 years, 1 month, 15 days. 
 
Gladys was the only daughter of Charles A. and Lula (Henard) Johnson. The mother preceded her in death November 15, 1929. 
 
She was married to Frank Thomas January 2, 1918, who survives her with a family of five children:  Verle, Bernice, Opha, Imo, and Ora. The first child, William died in infancy. 
 
The father, two brothers, Herschel and George Johnson Jr., with grandparents, Geo. W. and Martha Johnson survive, together with her step- mother Mrs. Abbie Johnson and the following step-bothers (sic) and step-sisters:  McClaren, Ethel, Clyde, Ray, Glenn, Mae, Ernest Don and Needra McIntire and many other relatives and friends of both Johnson and Union counties.
 
Gladys became affiliated with a lingering illness some four years ago, as a consequence of which her eyesight weakened until most of her vision had gone in the last few weeks she survived. A number of times in the last few days of her illness she rejoiced that her bed had been transformed from one of earthly suffering to a scene of beauty.  She told of beautiful lights coming from above – lights veiled in a splendor such as she had never seen before.  She inquired if others at the bedside could not see the beautiful lights.
 
We are given to live in the great sunshine of life, with its flitting beams of checkered lights of happiness and shades of sorrows; but hovering over us just as surely is the one great shadow – Death – the mystery that one day envelops us, and our light on earth goes out.  It may come quickly and take us unawares, or it may, as it did with Gladys, touch with long suffering that only itself can ease, thus becoming a minister of mercy.  We know not why our friend in the early years of happiness in her home, surrounded by family and community of neighbors should have been taken out of the sunshine into the great shadow, except that it is part of the great plan – that plant (sic) by which “not a sparrow falleth without your Father” – God’s plan for our eternal good.  The community goes into the little home whose light is saddened, but ever as we sorrow, the gleam of Hope, light of the soul, comes softly with its signal message:  “All is Well.”

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