Mrs. Samantha J. Pettit

Feb. 8, 1839-Feb. 26, 1920

Died in Cartersville, Ga., Thursday morning, February 26 at the residence of her sister, Mrs. R. L. Griffin, Mrs. Samantha J. Pettit.

Mrs. Pettit was the daughter of William Crowe and Harriet Clardy Crowe, prominent and pioneer citizens of Bartow (then Cass) county, and her life was a most remarkable one throughout, not only because of the unusual age to which she attained—eighty-one years—but also because of the fact that her fine mental vigor and forceful, strong characteristics she maintained to the hour of her death.

During her early womanhood occurred the great tragedy of the war between the states, and no historian for that period could give more graphic accounts of the events that took place in the vicinity of Cassville.  She saw the flames that destroyed that village and sadder still, saw the seizure of her father by the enemy.  He was carried away in prison—and died there.

Mrs. Pettit was of commanding and attractive personality, and until ill health prevented, was active in every good undertaking in her neighborhood.  To the sick and afflicted especially did she devote attention.  In order to become more efficient in her efforts to relieve suffering she pursued a regular course of study in medicine, and her success in this line was of wonderful benefit to those who came to her for help, and most gratifying to her.

Many years of her useful life were spent in Texas with her brothers, Dr. C. J. Crowe, a prominent physician and Rev. William Crowe, a Baptist minister.

Returning to Georgia, she married Mr. B. F. Pettit, a popular citizen of this county, who died seventeen years ago.

Mrs. Pettit was a member of the Baptist church, and in her church relations, as in all the affairs of life at all times, she mustered her finest faith and fought valiant battles for the right.  Throughout the veins and arteries of her spiritual life flowed the warming ways of happiness, and now she has entered

“The land far away, ‘mid’ the stars, we are told,
Where she knows not the sorrows of time;
Where the pure waters wander thro’ the valleys of gold,
And life is a treasure sublime
‘Tis the land of our God, ‘tis the home of the soul.”