Mary Hampton Burnett lived in Taney County. She was
the daughter of Henderson C. Hampton. She lived out
her life probably at a place Patsy has knowledge of.
This is her obituary. I have found no connection to
her Hamptons and our old neighbor. Her mother died
when she was just a young girl. Here is an obituary
from 1933. Made me think that Mary was a fine lady.
Taney Republican
August 17, 1933
In memoriam , Aunt Mary Burnett
After five years of agony and pain, so bravely, unflinching/borne, Aunt Mary Burnett was released from the burden and passed away, into peace and rest the 7th of August. She was stricken with the rheumatism five years ago in May, and suffered almost constantly. I remember her words, “just lean a little closer to Him”, and this strong beautiful faith carried her through this ordeal.
She was born on the old Hampton place near where the big walnut stands in the pasture where the first log buildings have been torn away, but the farm still belongs to a member of the family. Mary Hampton was married in her early girlhood to Dan Johnson of the Enon Arkansas country. To them were born five children, Adrain, Nancy Ann, Willie, Arch and Carol. Some years after his death she married J. W. Burnett and to them two sons Walter and A. W., whom we all know as Dutch.
She had a sweet and strong philosophy of life, and spoke words of wisdom that it is a joy to recall. When sorrowfully telling my own troubles one day, she quietly told me of how Archie had died so young and left his three little children. Of how Carol was taken to France and of the nights she grieved over him far out on the big waters, and then her only daughter, Nancy Ann, married and moved to Oklahoma and how far away that seemed to be and then she would laugh, that cheerful little chuckle and say “here I am.” Her children all loved her tenderly, and through these trying years of her sickness, were always attentive and devoted. Her husband of these many years would cheerfully prepare for the journey to Oklahoma, when she got weary here and wished to too go visit Nancy Ann, for she loved her grandchildren and her great grand-children.
She was seventy-four years old but up to the time of her sickness seemed much younger as she was always busy, and such gangs of turkeys and chickens she would raise.
She was laid away on Tuesday, in the Oasis cemetery, near where her dear ones are sleeping, and there were tears when Rev. Luther Pinkley delivered this beautiful sermon. The casket was covered with flowers, sweet common garden flowers, the kind she always loved.
Here are two things Momma made out of nothing--
