Baptist Trumpet
Nov 11, 1909

Written by J D Burgin
It is with sad heart that I attempt to write of the death of my darling wife, Mrs. Tiny Burgin.  She was born May 9, 1873, died Aug. 8, 1909, making her stay on earth 36 years, 2 months and 29 days.  She was the eldest child of Daniel F. and Zelphia Culpepper.  Out of seven children there are only two that survive her, Cynthia and Winnie Burgin.  She leaves an infant daughter, the above mentioned sisters, half brother, J.W. Hollaway, broken hearted husband and a host of relatives and friends to mmourn her loss.  She was born and raised at Sweet Home, Lavaca county, Texas.  Was educated in the public schools of that county, attended two terms of the Sam Houston State Normal, graduating in 1896.  She began teaching while in her teens and took great interest in the work as an instructor, having taught four successive terms in the High School at Hondo, Texas, and two at Tioga, Texas.  She was married to J.D. Burgin Dec. 24, 1899.  
She professed a hope early in life, and united with Zion Primitive Baptist church near Devine, Texas after an able sermon preached by the late Elder S. F. Cayce of Martin, Tenn., on Friday before the second Sunday in June 1903, was baptized the next day and went into the communion service and lived a devoted member the balance of her life.  We know our loss is her eternal gain, yet it is hard to give her up.  Knowing that Christ doeth all things well, I humbly hope to meet my dear wife where we can join in our never tiring voices in perfect praise to Jesus, sweet Jesus.  She was all to me that a companion could be. 
It was said of us that we were foolishly devoted to each other, and that we would not live long together.  It was one continuous love feast from first acquaintance till her death.  A few days before she died she said she did not think she would live long, said she was ready to go but hated to leave me; as I would burst into tears she would try to comfort me and gave me good advice.  Said she wished we could go at the same time.  The last plain words she said were, “Goodbye, darling, I am gone.”  Oh, that I had at my command of language strong enough to express and portray some of the noble traits and loveable characteristics of my darling wife.  All that a host of neighbors and friends and three physicians could do was done, but the Lord’s will, not ours, must and will be done.  I miss her here, I miss here there, at church, at home, abroad and everywhere. 
Her remains were followed from our home to Lone Star church, Tioga, by a large concourse of neighbors and friends, and after a funeral discourse by Elder J.G. Webb, was laid to rest in the Tioga cemetery, to wait the resurrection morn.  May the Lord bless little Ruth, Cynthia and Winnie, and all the bereaved ones everywhere, and O God, will thou remember the lonely, broken hearted writer.