Mell McRee

Oconee Enterprise
Friday, October 22, 1926
Page 5

Sudden Death of Mell McRee Cast Pall of Sadness Over All

Going to his store early Saturday morning, October 9, as had been his custom for years past, cleaning up the lamps and store in preparation for the day's business, Mr. Mell McRee, age 52, one of the most universally liked and respected of all our citizens, was suddenly seized with a heart attack so severe in nature that he would not wait his physician to come back to the store to try and relieve him and walked from his place of business to Dr. Smith's office in the Ashford building. Hardly had he seated himself before he fell forward to the floor and expired before aid could be rendered him. The shock of his death well-nigh paralyzed his loved ones and the entire community, coming as it did as a bold from a clear sky, and the hearts of all were saddened beyond measure at the passing of this exemplary man and citizen.

Funeral services were held Sunday afternoon, October 10th, from the Watkinsville Methodist church, his pastor, Rev. W.F. Lunsford, conducting the last sad rites in feeling manner, interment following in Johnson church cemetery among other loved ones who had preceded him to the better land.

Nephews and cousins, Billie Veale, Carlton McRee, Milton McRee, Parks McRee, Bruce McRee and Leonard McRee, acted as pallbearers.

Besides his heartbroken widow and real helpmeet for these many years, Mr. McRee is survived by two little daughters, Elizabeth and Clara Mell McRee, and innumerable other close relatives; one sister, Mrs. Emmett Robison; three brothers, B.R. McRee and J.O. McRee of our community, and Ernest McRee of Huntsville, Ala.

Quiet, unassuming in manner, honorable and four-square in all his dealing with his fellowman, the same day in and day out, Georgia had not a better citizen than Mell McRee and we can ill-afford to lose such strong characters. So close does he seem to the writer that words fail us when we weakly attempt to portray his real worth to the community in which he numbered every living soul, young and old, as a friend. Such men need no eulogy, for his every-day life is indelibly written upon the hearts of his associates, far more enduring than tales told in granite, and his example will live forever in the bosoms of those with whom he came in daily contact and knew and loved him for his true worth.

Nothing that we may say now will heal the wounds of sorrow in the hearts of his loved ones, but it must be consoling in a large measure for them to realize the prceless (sic) heritage of a life so well-spent left them by husband and daddy, and to know that the treasured hope is held out to them to some day, somewhere, meet him again, if they continue to follow the crystal trail laid out by him during his all too brief sojourn in this vale of tears.