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Our Best Words, February 1912, p 3 c 1 Mrs. Rebecca Morgan Cable
passed to our “Father’s house of many mansions,” Feb. 11, 1912, at the
home of her daughter and only child, Rev. Ollie Cable Green,
Winchester, Ill.
Deceased was born near Circleville, Ohio, October 7,
1832. Married to WIlliam Cable, March 1, 1860, and came to Shelby
County in 1865 where the husband died in 1898. Since then the mother
has lived with the daughter, who was teacher in the public schools for
several years, and is now librarian of WInchester, where her daughter,
Miss Vivian, has succeeded her mother in the public schools.
Mrs. Cable was the eldest of eleven children of Abel
and Marla Morgan. Mrs. Frances M. Douthit of this city is now the only
child left of that family.
Mrs. Green and her three children, namely: Miss
Vivian, and James Freeman Clarke and Paul Cable, and also Mrs. William
Prosser of Clarksburg, this county, the orphan child of Katy Morgan
Reed to whom Mrs. Cable was foster mother after the death of the mother
-- these and other relatives, nephews and nieces are left bereaved of a
beloved sister, aunt, mother and grandma.
The funeral services were conducted by Jasper L.
Douthit in Jordan Unitarian Chapel, near Lithia Springs, and the body
laid in the grave beside the husband Wednesday forenoon, Feb. 15th,
1912.
Mrs. Cable was a member of the United Brethren
Church, and lived the religion she professed. “Aunt Becky Cable was the
most unselfish woman I ever knew.” So spoke one on the day of the
funeral who had known the deceased long and well. She was always
thinking of others. She was friend to the friendless and mother to the
motherless. She was always more ready to help than to ask for help. An
invalid and intense sufferer most of the time for the last twelve
years, yet she would insist, until she became bedfast, on keeping house
for her daughter, who must teach school to support the family. THe
daughter said: “Mother was the mainstay at home and for six years she
took care of my son, Clarke, for me when I was little able to do so.
The children would have died for their grandma, and she smiled upon
them with her last breath. While I and the children, all alone, knelt
around her bed and the bright sunshine came through the window, she
said: “I’m glad you are all here with me at the last. No I must go.”
“O, no granma, stay here with us,” cried Paul, her grandson. But she
smiled, shook her head, and said: “You’ll come soon, and then we will
all be together forever.”
And she lay upon the lap of God
Like a babe upon the breast
Where the wicked cease from troubling
And the weary are at rest.
