donated By Betty J. Music Daniels

Baptist Tidings   Vol 5 Paintsville,   KY Feb 1944   NO. 7

    Henry was born in that great state of Virginia nearly one hundred years ago. He was the son of Dave and Ellen Scarberry who migrated northward in those  troublesome days which followed the Civil War.

    Lina, his good wife was born on Sycamore Creek and at what is now known as Nippa, Johnson County, Kentucky, on June the nineteenth, Eighteen Hundred and Sixty Two. She was the daughter of Marcum and Katie Ellen Penix Castle. Henry's parents came to this county when he was just a small boy and we might say that his entire life has been spent in Johnson County. Sister Lina's life as a child was spent on Sycamore Creek and near the old hearthstone in which she was born. In their early days man and womanhood, or in the year of Eighteen Hundred and Eighty-Three, T

    These good people met and were married and to this union were born the following children: Nancy Jane Sadler, Katie Ellen, Bertha Castle, Mrs. Mahala Daniel, Mrs. Sarah Frances Castle, Malcolm, Alfred, John M., Mrs. Dicie O'Brian and Foster. These good people came from a God fearing generation and early in their life they gave God their hearts and were baptized into the Baptist faith, Brother Henry taking his membership with the United Baptist while mother Scarberry took her membership with the Freewill Baptist. Later in life we find that Brother Henry changed to Freewill.

    These good people are the salt of the earth and while their lives have been very simple indeed, yet me (?) might say that none has been greater. They professed God, they lived for God. In their home the Bible was the measuring instrument by which all the acts and deeds of the family were measured. In this home were taught those great and good principles which rear and produced  greater and better citizens and in proof of this great teaching, their children are among our very best citizens.

    Henry was never very strong and by reason of death, slipped away on June the twelfth, Nineteen Hundred and Twenty-Two and joined the heavenly host. Mother Scarberry continued the race until January the third, Nineteen Hundred and Forty-four, and she too slipped out to join him on the other side.

    In the passing of these great characters, these children have lost among the best fathers and mothers within all the county and state their very best citizens.

At each of their deaths, their bodies were taken to the old Sycamore grave yard and there laid to rest among their many friends and neighbors, there to await the promise of God to wit, the resurrection of their bodies.