24 Aug 1930 — Franklin Parish, Louisiana
FRIEND WRITES OF THE DEATH OF B. MATTHEWS... Reviews Early Life Of
Ex-American Legion Head... For a hundred years the Matthews family have
been prominent citizens in the prarie section of Franklin Parish. Near
Fort Necessity amid old Southern surroundings three generations of this
splendid family have lived and wrought. There on the plantation on
Saturday, August 23rd, Blanks, youngest son of T.J. and Mrs. Matthews,
accidentally met his death.
Blanks was one of the finest men of my acquaintance. Reared in an
environment typical of the aristocracy of the Old South and educated in
our best institutions of learning, his was the charm and dignity
representative of our best traditions, but unfortunately fast
disappearing from our land.
Though only thirty four years of age Blanks was already coming into
prominence as a leader in the church and Community affairs. By
environment, training and personality he seemed peculiarly fitted to
follow the footsteps of the family, always leaders, and take up the
various responsibilities if citizenship and the call of duty. His work as
a Steward in Boeuf Prarie Church on which board he served during the past
year, was such as to command honorable mention. He was proud of the
privilege of serving on the Board of his Church, and he brought his
splendid energy, intellect and spirit into the cause. How sorely we shall
miss him in the months to come only those who worked with him can fully
In 1917 at the call of his Country's need Blanks joined the Navy where
he served throughout the war. He was prominent in membership and
officially in the Winnsboro Post of the American Legion, and was buried
with full military honors on Monday, August 25th by the comrades of his
To mourn his untimely death Blanks leaves his parents, Mr. and Mrs.
T.J. Matthews of Extension, La., three sisters and one brother. We do not
understand the workings of Providence. Life seemed to hold the best in
opportunity and responsibility for this noble young man. The world and
church have all too few such characters as was he. We bow our heads in
reverent and humble submission to Almighty God. We know He makes no
mistakes and that the veil which hides from our earthly eyes the secret
of His mysterious workings will be lifted at last and we who trust and
love Him shall understand. With hope and faith and patience we shall
await the uplifting. We commit the soul of our friend and brother to God
who gave it, resting calmly in the quiet assurance that we will meet him
once again in the realm where is no parting, and where God Himself shall
wipe the tears from all faces.
Hail, Brother, and Farewell.
Farewell, Brother, and Hail.
Elmer C. Gunn