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Final Rites Held for Rev. Puckett


Rev. Charles Puckett, aged 67 years, for many years a well known citizen of Blanchard and beloved Baptist preacher of this community, died at his home here on the afternoon of September 22, 1941.

Funeral services were conducted at the First Baptist church, Blanchard, with Rev. J. A. Ratliff in charge, and Rev. Clifton Malone, assisting.

A quartet composed of M. G. Starry, J. G. Cornett, Virginia Kirby, and Mrs. Clifford Alexander, sang his favorite hymn, "Love Lifted Me"; also "In the Sweet Bye and Bye," and "Abide With Me," with Mrs. C. E. Shelton, playing the accompaniment.

A Masonic interment was held at the cemetery, the ritual being spoken by John W. Barber, District Deputy Grand Master of Masons. Members of the Blanchard lodge took part in the ceremony.

The following served as pallbearers: Lloyd Bowser, Floyd Stine, Auvern Kolb, R. C. Puckett, Ed F. Copeland, and W. O. Potter.

The deceased was born February 26, 1874 in Many, La., Sabine Parish. He moved to Texas in 1895 and two years later was united in marriage to Lula Bennett. To this union were born four boys and three girls. He moved to Oklahoma in 1907.

He became a member of the Missionary Baptist church in 1907, and he was ordained as a Baptist minister in April, 1924.

For the past seventeen years he has been active in the service of his master, having served as pastor of Bond, Sunnyside, Naples, Prairie Valley, and other churches of this vicinity.

He is survived by his wife, Mrs. Charles Puckett, Blanchard; four children, L. D. Puckett, Blanchard; R. A. Puckett, Los Angeles, Cal.; Harve Puckett, Dallas, Tex.; and Inez Allen, Vallejo., Cal.; one brother, Harve Puckett, Blanchard; one sister, Mrs. Martha Sanders, of Louisiana, and five grandchildren.

(Newspaper clipping found in Edna Puckett Gailey's scrapbook by her granddaughter, Judy Richards Shubert. Edna was Charles' niece.)

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