A newspaper clipping from David L. Bennett which he found in the Bennett Bible.  It probably is from a Gwinnett County newspaper printed shortly after January 1, 1906.

MRS. BENNETT     R. B. Whitworth Writes a Beautiful Tribute to Her Memory.

With the passing of the year that has just closed, passed from earth all that was immortal of Mrs. Sarah A. Bennett, widow of the late John G. Bennett.

Mrs. Bennett was the daughter of Willis and Elizabeth Moore. They were of the good old Virginia stock of whom so many people are proud.  They held kinship with the best people of the proud old commonwealth--the middle class which is the stay of any people.  It is to that great middle class that their children have belonged through the generations that have followed down to the present time.  They were born about
the year 1790, and later moved to North Carolina.  From that good old state that holds such close kinship with old Virginia, they moved to Jackson county, Georgia, in 1821 and from that county they moved to Gwinnett , where their daughter Sarah A. Bennett was born March 2, 1821.  When she was a little more than seventeen years of age--Nov. 29, 1838--she was married to John G. Bennett, whom she survived about
ten years.

There were born to this union thirteen children--ten boys and three girls--three of whom died in infancy--all the others-- eight boys and two girls--lived to be grown, nine of whom still survive.  The surviving are Isham W., Joseph S., James W., Charlotte E., William D., John W., Elijah A., Henry T. Bennett and Mrs. Queen A. Brooks.  Merrill W. who was next younger to William D., died in 1897.

All who lived to be grown reared families, except Charlotte E., who remained at the old home with her parents.

Of the eight boys who grew to manhood, three--Isham W., Joseph S., and James W. cast their lot with the Lost Cause and gave three of the best years of their lives to what they believed--and still believe for that matter--was right.  They all joined Company "B" 42 Georgia, under Col. L. P. Thomas and Maj. W. H. Hulsey.  It was at first Barton's brigade, but at the surrender it was Henderson's.  They surrendered at
Greensboro, North Carolina, April 26, 1865, having made as good and true soldiers as ever followed the fortunes-or misfortunes--of war, and when the war was over made citizens equally good.  William D. Bennett did service for the confederacy in the state troops.  All of these children inherited from their parents their noble habits of industry, and the same are being transmitted to the generations following them.

This dear old mother was given a hope in Christ in the year 1847, but did not join the church till February 16, 1867, being baptized the day following, by late Rev. William D. Almond, since which time she has been a consistent member at Haynes Creek, walking in the paths of duty and righteousness as she saw them, administering to the sick and distressed wherever pain and suffering were found, never stopping to question whether in hut or mansion.

At the time of her death, which occurred December 22, 1905, she had fifty-two grand children and eighty-seven great grand children, making in all 139.  The children and grand children followed this good old mother to the grave and today mourn the loss of one whose place can never be filled.  Seven weeping sons stood at the head of the open grave after having done all they could to make easy the last moments of her
life, and while they today mourn, they mourn as those who have hope.









A singular incident took place concerning the death and burial of this good woman.  Her remains were carried from the home she loved so well in the same wagon, drawn by the same horse and driven by the same man who carried the remains of her husband to their last resting place nearly ten years ago.
Mr. H. F. Herring, himself a confederate soldier, bears the singular distinction of having performed these two acts ofkindness for his sorrowing neighbors and friends.

May the kindred and friends of this dear old mother find hope in the fact that they have done their duty, leaving the rest to him who holds this old world in the palm of His hand as it were.

                          very truly,

                          R. B. Whitworth