Madisonville Democrat, (Monroe Co. TN) Wednesday, June 28, 1944, Page 1:
“Rev. Slaton Answers Call To Life’s Rewards---It is with sincere regret that The Democrat learns of the death of the Rev. John Winslow Slaton, for years a Baptist minister and teacher in Monroe County, but who went to the Northwest some time ago. He passed away at a hospital in his home city of Walla Walla, Washington, where he resided at 557 Washington Street, after an illness of three years.
Rev. Slaton was born Jan. 22, 1871 in Monroe County, and death came on Sunday afternoon, June 18, 1944. He is said to have been exceptionally cheerful all throughout his illness. After moving to the Northwest, Rev. Slaton transferred his membership to the Nazarene Church. Most of his church work was done in Texas and Oklahoma before he went to Washington to reside six years ago.
Surviving are his wife, Mrs. Emma Slaton; two daughters, Mrs. Odes Sloan of Kennewick, Washington, and Mrs. Truett Taylor of San Francisco, California; a son, Hawthorne Slaton of Monterey, California, and two brothers, James and Arch Slaton of Durant, Oklahoma.
Funeral services were held from a chapel in Walla Walla, the Rev. Charles Maxon officiating. Burial was in Dayton, Washington, beside the grave of his mother, Mrs. T.J. Slaton, who passed away in 1921.
Rev. Mr. Slaton for some time was a correspondent to The Democrat, and his letters were read with much interest by a large number of people. Some time ago he wrote touchingly of a dream in which he saw a beautiful chariot descend through the clouds, pause and return to the skies. Once again the chariot has returned, this time taking the immortal soul of our friend aboard and onto the place somewhere out yonder which we call Heaven, where his life’s work no doubt will be blessed by the kind Father and he can continue his work there where suffering is never known.”
Madisonville Democrat, (Monroe Co. TN) Wednesday, July 5, 1944, Page 1:
“In The Long Ago---I was deeply grieved to learn of the death of Rev. John Slaton, of Walla Walla, Washington. In his younger days Rev. Slaton was a Baptist minister of note and one of our most outstanding Monroe County teachers.
John Slaton was born in Monroe County and spent most of his young manhood here among us. Many hundreds of young men and women have been led to Christ through the preaching and teaching of this truly consecrated Christian minister and teacher. His whole life was spent in the service of his Master.
How each of us will miss those interesting letters, “Northwest Breezes.” Our hearts are saddened deeply by his passing. We have lost a good friend and fellow correspondent, and I wish to extend my deepest sympathy to his bereaved family. Our friend has answered his Master’s call to that home in the far beyond, where there are
“No disappointments, no last friendships,
Never a tear, or hearts that pain;
But peace, peace, how sweet the echo,
Mingled with our Savior’s name.”
Madisonville Democrat, (Monroe Co. TN) Wednesday, August 16, 1944, Page 4:
“Another Soldier Has Fallen From Action---We were made very sad some weeks ago when we received news of the death of Rev. John W. Slaton---and we also rejoice as we think of the hope which he held and which he preached to others. As I think of his life, I think also of the last part of the verse from Paul, “I have fought a good fight, I have kept the faith.” How much suffering and trial it meant to Paul to keep the faith! And the same was true of John W. Slaton. A great and good man has fallen in Israel. We esteemed him highly, and in his passing we have lost a true friend.
Here is an excerpt from a personal letter he wrote me. It is so beautiful that I want to give it to the readers of The Democrat: “As I am alone, and am thinking of you and the nice tribute and bouquet you gave me in last week’s Democrat, I feel I must not and cannot forbear reciprocating your love and esteem for me, though unworthy I am. But we do appreciate a few flowers as we go along life’s pathway and enjoy the roses without so many thorns occasionally. Life has enough thorns at the best, you know. So I assure you of my deepest and tenderest appreciation for the hand-picked flowers you gave me.”
I have often said that the joy I give to others is the joy that comes back to me, and so it is in this. And I am grateful.
In conclusion, I want to say to the bereaved that the deceased has only fallen asleep in Christ. But now we are coming ever nearer to the time when the entire work of the Lord for this present age will be finished. How wonderful will be the resurrection with the gathering of all who have suffered so much for the Gospel---rejoicing in salvation. How little those sufferings and sacrifices will seem then.
I can say no more; human consolation is weak. May God’s blessings rest upon you in your hours of sorrow, is the prayer of your loving friend.”---O.W. Hamilton, Dawson, Alabama.
Madisonville Democrat, (Monroe Co. TN) Wednesday, July 17, 1940, Page 1and 4:
I note, too, Aunt Laura was laid to rest by her husband, I.C. Lee, in old Notchey Creek Cemetery, where my dear father was laid to rest back in 1874, when this writer was too young to remember even that he had a father. I have written the following poem about him:
In an eastern graveyard, toward the rising sun,
Lies my own dear father, buried long ago;
Life for him soon ended and his work was done,
Though my dear father, little did I know.
In that eastern graveyard, beneath the arching sky,
They laid my dear father gently there to rest;
Till he rise in glory to that home on high,
To be gathered with the hosts forever blest.
There are three more verses of this poem about my father; space will not permit quoting them here. But I do want to mention that I have a brother and a sister buried in the old Notchey Creek Cemetery, also two infants forms were laid in tiny graves in the old churchyard many years ago. What a group the writer has waiting there till the Resurrection Day when all our loved ones shall rise in glory.
I have, too, a poem about my mother, entitled “In A Western Graveyard,” running similarly to the one about my father.
But the following poem (a song, if you please) will suffice for us all who have good mothers gone from us:
Will Mother Know Me In Heaven?
Will my mother know me in Heaven,
And will she know when I get there?
Yes, my mother will know in Heaven
When I meet her some day up there.
Yes, my mother is waiting up there,
She is waiting in Heaven for me;
And she will my joys then fully share
When each other again we will see.
Will my mother know her loving child
When I come to the pearly white gate,
And will I know her face, sweet and mild,
When I see her in that heavenly state?
Yes, my mother will know me on high,
She will love me there as she did here;
Though I caused her heartaches with a sigh,
But will never cause her heartaches there.
My dear mother, though gone many years,
Is waiting in Heaven now;
She is free from all sorrow and tears,
And crowns of glory rest on her brow.”
---Rev. J.W. Slaton, Walla Walla, Washington.