WHITLOCK
JESSIE WHITLOCK
DR JOHN C WHITLOCK
MARY LOU MC REYNOLDS WHITLOCK
JESSIE WHITLOCK
Jessie Whitlock Jr. 45, Jones Street, died at 10 a.m. Monday at a residence on Liberty Street of a self-inflicted gun shot wound. Burial will be in Pembroke Cemetery.A native of Pembroke, he was born Jan. 26, 1953, the son of Helen Christian Bonner, Hopkinsville, and the late Jessie Henry Whitlock Sr., an employee of U.S. Tobacco and a member of St. Bethlehem Baptist Church, Pembroke.
Survivors, in addition to his mother, include a son, Tyrone Earthman, Hopkinsville; two sisters, Renee Bellamy, Hopkinsville, and Jackie Poole, Jacksonville, Fla,; and four brothers, Michael Bellamy, Flint, Mich., and Stanley Bonner, Robert Bonner and Douglas Bellamy, all of Hopkinsville.
Kentucky New Era
Wednesday July 8, 1998
DR JOHN C WHITLOCKLast Sunday afternoon about five o'clock, Dr. John C. Whitlock for years past afflicted with paralysis and complication of ailments, passed away peacefully at his home in Newstead.
He was in his 68th year, and one of the oldest physicians in this county. In addition to his professional labors he was for many years actively and extensively engaged in farming and other business operations.
He was a pioneer in turnpike construction, a promoter of valuable milling enterprises on Little River, and an earnest and industrious supporter of every movement which promised to advance the public good. The last years of his life were clouded with affliction. Troubles of mind, body and estate beset him. He continued to struggle heroically on, still genial, generous and loving, until paralysis a few years since laid its terribly hand upon him and admonished him that his career was virtually ended. The sympathy for him was wide-spread. His occasional re-appearance at long intervals upon the streets, was always welcomed by a wide circle of friends.
Hopkinsville New Era
November 1886
MARY LOU MC REYNOLDS WHITLOCKWith a sad and bereaved heart, I write a feeble tribute to the cherished memory of our dear Mary Lou McReynolds Whitlock.
Her life of thirty-five years and a few days was spent in ministering to the happiness of others, comforting the afflicted, and encouraging the despondent; weeping with those who wept, and rejoicing with those who rejoiced, her influence was ever a solace to all around her.
Though an invalid for two years no murmur or complaint was every heard, but enduring her afflictions with that patient forbearance and cheerful gratitude which so beautifully characterized her life. She so often said "how good and merciful the Lord is to me, and I am so unworthy, a mere worm of the dust." She trusted not in her own merits, but was sustained by the precious promises of the Lord she so loved. Her purity of character and noble impulses, her unselfish disposition and affectionate heart made her a universal favorite, she was beloved by the aged and the young, and there was every a place for her in the hearts of the rich and the poor, as was evinced by the large concourse of sorrowing friends who followed her remains to their last resting place in the family burying ground. Tis sad, oh! So sad, to know that never again in this world, will it be our privilege to hear her voice singing, as she so loved to do, the sweet songs of Zion, and we will miss her wise counsel and sweet companionship. But while we do not rebel, we must weep, and why not? Our Savior wept at the tomb of Lazarus, and as he was raised from the dead, so will she be on the resurrection morn, to reap the reward of her unwavering faith and trust.
And to her bereaved sister and relatives, I will say, though gone from us, she is not lost to us, but has only added another link to the chain, drawing us to the Better Land.
And my humble prayer is, that God may give us grace so to live, that when the summons comes to us we may be as well prepared to go, and leave as few enemies behind us.
"One who loved her,"
Hopkinsville New Era
May 1887
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