Troup County GaArchives Obituaries.....Cofield, H. C. "Clay" May 25, 1927
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"The Roanoke Leader"
Roanoke, Randolph Co., Alabama

NEWSPAPER Issue of Wednesday, June 1, 1927

MR. W.W. COFIELD LOSES A SON IN LAGRANGE, GEORGIA

Mr. H.C. Cofield, one of the city's best known and beloved citizens, died 
suddenly at his home, 306 South Greenwood street, Wednesday afternoon, May 
25th at two o'clock. Mr. Cofield was born in Alabama but for the past several 
years had made his home in LaGrange where he had been engaged in the insurance 
business. He was a man of exceptionally fine character, honest and upright in 
all his dealings. He had gained the confidence and esteem of a large circle of 
friends who mourn his passing.  The LaGrange Graphic.

The deceased, known as Clay Cofield, was a son of Mr. W.W. Cofield of Roanoke, 
who has the sympathy of his many friends.  Other reports say that Mr. Cofield 
had been helping two boys to get a car out of a ditch and having a bad heart, 
the exertion overcame  him and he died soon after being carried home.
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NEWSPAPER Issue of Wednesday, June 8, 1927

ALWAYS ROOM AT HOME FOR FATHER

Readers of The Leader will recall that this paper carried last week a news 
story of the death in LaGrange, Georgia of Mr. H.C. Cofield, son of Mr. W.W. 
Cofield of Roanoke. The Sunday night before the death of the former on 
Wednesday, May 25th, his father went to see him, learning that he was ill at 
that time. Other members of the family connection gathered and the aged father 
finally remarked to his son that as so many others had come in, he would go 
over to the home of a daughter and spend the night. This suggestion brought 
forth the heartfelt response, "Father, there is always room for you in my 
house."

This brings to light a bit of sentiment that makes telling appeal to the 
heart. Nothing strange that a normal son should entertain such feelings toward 
his father, to be sure. But all too rare are the cases when we express in 
words the appreciation that we feel toward those who are nearest and dearest 
to us.  Here was a son who had lived to the half century mark, but who did not 
fail to express in generous, gentle terms his love and devotion to his honored 
father. And what a benediction these words will be to him as he treads the 
lonely way of life. How good to know that the son who preceded him to the land 
of rest at the journey's end was true and thoughtful of him in his last hours. 
How sweet to realize that death cannot destroy but only glorify the heavenly 
virtue, love.

"Always room in my house for you, Dad"!  Is  every son and daughter so 
thoughtful of those who guided their tender feet and made easier for them the 
path of life? And is there always room in the heart, in the mind, of whose who 
have grown up and gone away from the parental roof?  Is there always found 
expression of it in every word and deed?  Too late when they are gone.  Happy 
the parent, happy the child, where mutual love and confidence abound and where 
the flower of gratitude is nurtured by the offspring in kindly word and 
earnest deed.



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