
(Photo courtesy of Jeff Woolsey)
This started out as a photoblog, containing a collection of photos of the Reed (Reid) family who resided in Rockingham Co, VA and Barbour Co, WV. Please continue to share photos that you might have, and also let me know if you can identify anyone in the "unknown" pictures. That said, as you can see I want to transition from just photos to the sharing of genealogical research, and would again much appreciate your informational contributions.
James was a devout Christian, which bolstered his spirits against his worldly troubles. He would often entertain preachers and missionaries of various faiths in his home. His home library included a book on the world’s creation, “The Book of Nature” by John Mason Good, and a copy of a “Life a Christ” by Rev. Williams Hanna. These books, which he refused to sell to those visitors who wished to have them, James instead gave the books away to them. One of his favorite things to say was, “We must look up through Nature to Nature’s God.” It is no wonder that one of his daughters became a famous hymn writer, and one of his sons a preacher.
In addition to the spiritual references, the Reed library included copies of “Graham’s Magazine of Literature and Art,” a periodical which included the works of great writers such as Edgar Allen Poe and Jules Verne. Their daughter Ida treasured these books, and they attest to the fact that they were a learned family.
James died on 31 Aug 1892, a little less than a month before his 69th birthday. He most certainly died from some lung disease associated with his work in the mills. The following is the account from Ida’s autobiography:
My father had been ill for long years with lingering consumption, or tuberculosis, and was at this time slowly dying. He had never recovered fully after leaving the mill in Virginia, but the change to open air work no doubt prolonged his life for many years. Like many others who suffer from this disease in this form, he clung to his work as long as a strong will could drive his frail body to do its bidding and when he could no longer do even the light tasks to make the days seem less long, he went feebly about the house, lying down more and more often to rest as he grew weaker.
James was laid to rest in Mariah’s Chapel Cemetery in Clemtown, a few miles from his home.