"Mark Burris Dies in Tragic Accident at age 19" Mercer family story
The sad and untimely death of Mark Burris, who lived
3 miles East of Gainesboro, occurred Sunday, July
20th, 1919, between 8 and 9 o'clock in the evening at
the bridge that spans Roaring River. If Mark had lived
until September 16th, he would have been twenty
years old. The community in which he lived certainly
sustained a great loss, since he was an ideal Christian
boy, ever ready and willing to do his share to make
the Sunday-school at Woodrow a success. He attended
all the church services, assisted in the choir, and was
a shining star in the great Christian activies of his
He accepted Christ as his Savior, and came out boldly
on the Lord's side at a meeting conducted by Rev. O.P.
Gentry at Woodrow more than a year ago. The bright
and happy expression that shown from his face that
night, was evidence that God's sunshine had swept
over him and spoken peace to a troubled soul, and
that sunshine he wore until that tragedy, which usher-
ed him out of a world of sorrow into a Heaven of rest.
He never had his name attached to any church register,
save the Lamb's Book of Life, but lived a life worthy
of membership into any earthly organization.
He was a shining light to the lovely Christian home
from which he was taken, perhaps the favorite son of
that home. He was idolized by the entire family, and
especially by the splendid Christian sisters that
always looked to Mark to carry them around and be
their protection. He was ever thoughtful of their wel-
fare and happiness, and would sacrifice his own de-
sires that they might be happy. As a son, he was obed-
ient in all things, and always performing his duties
about the home and farm in a cheerful, pleasant man-
ner. He early learned that the best way to show his
love and respect for his parents was to do their bid-
ding. This he adhered to throughout his life, being
one of the strongest traits of his noble character.
He was as a brother to the many young people of his
community, who respected him highly, and looked up
to him as their leader in social circles. They, too, feel
that a "Prince of Israel has fallen."
We mourn, not as those who have no hope, but look
forward to that happy reunion where there will be no
more good byes, no tears, nor heartaches and sorrows,
but where the former things have past away and all
things have become new. There God shall wipe all the
tears from our eyes.
He is gone but not forgotten,
Never will his memory fade.
Sweet thoughts will ever linger,
Around the grave where he is laid.