Andrew Jackson
“A. J.” Kiser, b. 28 Dec 1854, d. 14 Apr 1919, married in 1879 to Mattie
Kiser, b. 1861, d.
1880.
PAGE 1 = Photo
of “The Old Place” Chaney Creek, home of Nim & Mattie Kiser.Photo of
Nim and Mattie
Kiser.
PAGE #2
Trespass Notice
All parties
are hereby warned against shooting birds on my lands or driving them off
of it.Any violation of this
notice will
be rigidly prosecuted.
A. J. Kiser
B.
Clyde W. Carter
was born April 10th A.D. 1915
Elva S. Carter
was born August 10th A.D. 1916
Charlie C.
Carter was born Oct 10th A.D. 1918
Elsie Nell
Carter was born Feb 22 A.D. 1921
Husband, father
and grandfather
A. J. Kiser
was born Dec. 28 A.D. 1854
A. J. Kiser
and died April 14, A.D. 1919
at Rest
Sleeping in
the Arms of Jesus
Eligia Kiser
died Apr 7, 1921
Harve Kiser
died May 9, 1918
Back Kiser
died Jan 20, 1922
Pearl Kiser
died Apr __, 1920
PAGE #3
Mattie Kiser
was born April 20th A.D., 1861 and was married to A. J. Kiser Sept 8, 1879
and died Nov 5th
A.D. 1880.
A. J. Kiser
and Orpah E. Powers was married Jan 27th A.D., 1890
Carlis M. Kiser
was born July 11th A.D. 1892
Manda J. Kiser
was born March 13th 1895
Manda J. Kiser
was attacked with a convulsion Nov 18th 1896 at the age of 1 year 8 months
and 5 days.
Tacy Le Kiser
was born Aug 30th A.D. 1897
Ritzie Boice
Kiser was born February 22nd A.D. 1902
PAGE #5
Deaths:
Noah S. Kiser,
died Dec 5th A.D. 1884
Grandpa Ephriam
Kiser died Oct 11th A.D. 1884
Old Man Hobbs
died Sept 4th A.D. 1891
J. _ Brown
died Nov 275h A.D. 1895
Samuel J. Kiser
died Jan 23 A.D. 1897
F. M. Kiser
died June 23 A.D. 1897
Rev. Joseph
Kiser died Sept 3rd, A.D., 1897
Molissie L.
Holbrook died Nov 3rd A.D. 1897]
A.D. Feb 1899
the coldest weather for 20 or 25 years
Elizabeth,
wife of James M. Kiser died Dec 18 AD 1900
Mattie Smith
died Apr 18th A.D. 1901
James Buck
Kiser died Feb 1st A.D. 1903
Olie L. Kiser
died May 5th A.D. 1903
Charlie Powers,
son of J. W. & Ollie M. Powers died Sep 1st A.D. 1903
James __ Kiser
died Sept 3rd A.D. 1803
P. J. Kiser
died Oct 17th 1903
Uncle Lee and
Aunt Pop Oth died 22 Apr 1904
PAGE #6
Jim B. Kiser
and Lomily J. Sutherland his wife was married Dec the 15 A.D. 1888
Alcy L. Kiser
was born Nov 27th A.D. 1883
Asie (Osie?)
C. Kiser was born April 30th A.D. 1884
Nimrod Kiser
was born March 2nd A.D. 1824
and Martha
his wife was born Jan 23rd A.D. 1828
Family Record of Sister Eliza Kiser
Willie F. Kiser
was born Feb 14th A.D. 1877
Alice Kiser
was born July 14 A.D. 1880
Pearl Kiser
was born __________ A.D. 1882
Bethany Kiser
died Feb 21st A.D. 1906
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Family Record
Nimrod Kiser
and Martha Childers his wife was married November the 16th (10th?) in the
year A.D. 1845.
1.Eliza Kiser
was born Oct 10 A.D. 1846
2.Jno B. Kiser
was born Sept 8th A.D. 1848
3.Jas _ Kiser
was born July 29 A.D. 1850
4.Geo. c. Kiser
was born Dec 19 A.D. 1851
5.A. J. Kiser
was born Dec 28 A.D. 1854
6.Abraham Kiser
was born Mar 25 A.D. 1857
7.Mary E. Kiser
was born Aug 15 A.D. 1859
8.R. R. Kiser
was born June 18 A.D. 1862
9.Mclellen
Kiser was born Jan 25 A.D. 1864
10.Martha Kiser
was born July 20 A.D. 1867
The above is
the children of one family wrote by A. J. Kiser this May 6th A.D. 1889.
Elihu Kiser
was born March 12 A.D. 1868
Henry P. Campbell
was born April 24 A.D. 1861
Orpha E. Kiser
was born Sept 7th A.D. 1872
Norah, daughter
of Alice Kiser born Jan 18th 1888
Luly, daughter
of Mattie Kiser born Apr 12, 1888
Frank, son
of Mattie Kiser born Sept 9th 1890
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In Memoriam
Jack Kiser,
the son of Nimrod Kiser, was born in Russell County, VA, December 28, 1854
and died April 14,
1919 aged 64
years, 3 months and 17 days.He was twice married, His first wife, father
and mother, two
brothers and
one sister preceded him years ago.His last wife, four children, three brothers,
three sisters, eight
grandchildren
and many friends were left to mourn his loss.
One brother
has been called since his departure to greet him beyond this veil of tears.He
was a member of the
Mt. Zion Baptist
Church for forty some years and was a faithful member and clerk of the
church until hi strength
gave way and
then he would call the good people to his bedside to pray, sing and read
the precious word of his
loving Father
for which he expected to see in a short time.He was a poor, hard working,
and worked at the
carpenters
trade most of his time.His work is done on earth, he is gone but not forever,
he enjoyed the worship
of God, he
was a true Christian loving husband and father and had many friends.He
was a lover of youth and
would speak
comic words to them to hear them laugh, he would give them good advise.His
kind words and
loving smiles
is in memory fresh to me.The loss of a parent is always like the lonely
star before us, neither its
heat nor light
are anything to us in themselves.A parents grave is indeed a sacred spot.
Who has stood
beside the grave of a father or mother and not remembered their pleasant
smiles, kind words,
earnest prayers
and assurance expressed in their dying hour?
Father was a
sufferer for eight months and suffered untold misery.He would call his
family and many friends to
his bedside
and tell them to meet him in heaven, where there would be no more parting
and shedding tears.He
talked a great
deal during his illness and called on this brethren to sing an old religious
song and two verses of
the Old Time
Religion was sung.
Father has gone
where there is no death, he is gone but not forgotten.May God bless his
lonesome widow,
children and
grandchildren and his many friends that we may, without the loss of one,
meet him in Heaven.
A Loving Daughter
Maude
PAGE 8-12
OBITUARY
REV. JOSEPH KISER
BORN APRIL 1ST 1832, DIED SEP 3D 1897
Rev. Joseph
Kiser was born in Russell Co., Va. April 1st 1832, and died at his home
Sept. 3rd 1897.For
upwards of
25 years he did faithful service as a minister of the gospel.He was a gospel
preacher.He preached
repentance
to sinners.He did not preach for money.About six weeks ago his physical
strength gave way under
the dreaded
disease of fever.Other troubles soon set in, and the clock on the mantle
told the hour of his
departure.During
his illness he talked a great deal.His mind was good all the while.Just
before he was taken too
bad to talk
he called all the family to hear him.He said he might live and he might
die, he could not tell.He told
them what to
do with the land; where to bury him and named the brother he desired to
preach his funeral and to
finish the
Mount Zion church, for he believed he was going to die and could not live
long.He begged his friends
to pray that
he might exercise strong faith in the Lord Jesus Christ to caray him across
the turbid waters of death
to the land
of the blest.
While his family
and friends were standing around him weaping he told them not to weep,
but to live right and
they would
see each other again beyond this vale of tears.A little while before he
died he looked at brother
Jessee Sutherland
and said brother, it will not be long till life is over.He was earnestly
praying for sinners nearly
all the time
he was sick.
The clock told the hour of his peaceful departure at 7:30 in the afternoon of Sept. 3d. 1897.
No great monument
of stone will spring up to keep alive his memory, but his epitaph is written
by kind words
and good deeds
upon the hearts of many of the rescued and redeemed of the Lord.Now his
noble soul freed
from all the
sorrows and toils of earth sweetly rests at home in the bosom of his God,
with many friends and
loved ones
gone on before.He left his bereaved and sorrowing family and many friends
to mourn their loss.He
was buried
as he requested in the orchard attached to his home on Sandy Ridge.The
services at the grave were
conducted by
brother L. H. Kiser.
His burial was
a solemn and interesting occasion.It was attended by a very large crowd
of his neighbors and
many friends
who in the deep reverence and solemnity they manifested attested their
love, sympathy and respect
for the memory
of their dead friend and religious teacher and guide.
During his life
at different times he was pastor of Sulphur Spring, Cleveland, Springfield,
Clintwood and Mount
Zion churches
in the New Lebanon Association.
The earnest
labors of our brother were blessed with many conversions.During his pastoral
life he added a great
many souls
by baptism to the churches.Into every neighborhood and into hundreds of
homes in Russell and
Dickenson counties
he went with the word of salvation, consolation and help.
Brother Kiser
was a man of stern and upright religious and moral character.He was a true
and useful friend;
kind and gentle
in his family; a friendly and generous neighbor; a loyal and patriotic
citizen and an able preacher
of the gospel;
a faithful and loving pastor and a man and a Christian who in all the relations
and responsibilities
of life earnestly
and conscientiously strove to do his duty and to make himself useful and
helpful to his fellow
man.He was
one who loved mercy, endeavored to act justly and whose piety and faith
remained steadfast to
the end, and
supported and cheered and comforted him unto the dying hour.
As pastor he
mingled freely with his people; shared their hospitality; knew their needs
and sympathized with
them in their
trials and sorrows.He was greatly beloved by his churches and many who
read these lines will drop
a silent tear
to his memory.Hid kindness won him friends where-ever he chanced to wonder.Kindness
makes
sunshine where-ever
it goes.
It is the tear
dropped with the companion and the children as they weep over the dead
body of the husband and
father; it
is the word of sympathy to the bereaved ones; a cup of cold water to a
thirsty soul.A word of kindness
to a bereaved
family is as welcome as the smile of an angel.
The loss of
a parent is always felt.They are like the lonely star before us.Neither
the heat nor light are anything
to us in themselves.
Over the grave
of a friend, brother or sister we would plant the primrose of youth; but
over that of a father or
mother we would
let the green grass shoot up unmolested; for there is something in the
covering which nature
spreads upon
the grass which well becomes the abiding place of decaying age.Ah! a parents
grave!It is indeed a
sacred spot.It
may be retired from the noise of business and unnoticed by the stranger,
but to our hearts, ah!
how dear!
The love we
should bear to a parent is not to be measured by years nor annihilated
by distance nor forgotten
when they are
in dust.
Who has stood
by the grave of a father or a mother and not remembered their pleasant
smiles, kind words,
earnest prayers
and assurance expressed in a dying hour?Why may we not linger where rests
all that was
earthly of
a beloved parent?For while the grass grows over their grave it may convict
some poor soul and cause
it to turn
from its evil ways and live.
Death takes the young, full of vigor and activity when he will and spares not the old.
Death, oh think
of death.What is it?The king of powers, the great destroyer, before whom
all the nations of the
earth fall
prostrate.It is death which separates the soul and body, turns the body
to corruption and dust, and
introduces
the soul into a new, strange and invisible world, and fixes our everlasting
doom.Surely then it is a
solemn thing
to die.Yes, we must die.The unalterable decree has gone forth.It is appointed
unto men once to
die.God has
spoken it.Our own observation teaches us that it must be so.The infant,
the youth, the vigor of
manhood nor
the venerable aspect of old age can stay his hand.It is certain that we
must die, but when, how,
where, this
is wrapped up in awful mystery.We have no assurance that the next moment
will find us in time.God
does not want
instruments to cut us down.In the twinkling of an eye death is taking one
by one.The air we inhale
may be tainted
with his breath.The food we eat may destroy us.The lighting may smite us.The
waves may
swallow us
up.The whirlwind may sweep us to the tomb.Fever may burn us to death, or
consumption may
waste us away.
But after death
the judgement.The solemn decision of that day which God has appointed in
the which he will
judge the world
in righteousness by that man whom he hath ordained.(Acts 17:31.)Mark these
words which
God has appointed
to all the world of mankind.All must stand before God; small and great;
rich and poor; bond
and free; Jew
and Gentile; all must come to judgement.The grave will not hold us.Rocks
and mountains will not
hide us.Nothing
will excuse us for the hour is coming in the which all that are in the
graves shall hear his voice,
the voice of
the son of man and shall come forth.The judge is seated on his throne.All
nations are gathered
before him.The
books are opened.The righteous rule of judgement is appointed and according
to its just
decisions a
separation is made.He shall separate them one from another as a shepherd
devideth his sheep from
the goats and
he shall set the sheep on the right hand the goats on the left.(Mathew
25:33.)Oh, reader what a
separation
that will be Neighbors and friends will be separated; husbands and fives,
parents and children,
brothers and
sisters will be separated to meet no more, no more forever and ever.
Is the reader
of these pages an impenitent sinner?Meditate seriously upon what you have
read and upon what I
now have to
say as I am bidding you adieu.Your moments are passing away swifter than
thought.The last hour
may be near
and if it finds you unprepared death will present you trembling to the
Judge.The Judge will sentence
you to ruin
and eternity will measure out to you your sufferings.What shall it profit
a man if he shall gain the
whole world
and lose his own soul, or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?The
door of mercy is now
open, but it
may soon be shut.Jesus is now pleading but he will not plead forever.
Should any poor
reader of these pages finally sink to hell you will find no gospel, no
Savior there.Sinner what
are you doing?What
madness has seized you?Unconverted and yet at ease.Oh that I could speak
to your
slumbering
conscience in a voice of thunder!As the departed brother has so often preached
repentance and
Jesus Christ
and Him crucified to the sinner how can I cease to warn you to flee the
wrath to come?
May all who read these pages prepare to meet their God and be an undivided family in Heaven.
And now commending you to God and the word of His grace, I bid you farewell.
A. J. KISER.