On Thursday morning, March 29th, at her home in Ten Mile Community, Mrs. Emma Wolfe, age 76, died after a short illness of pneumonia.
Mrs. Wolfe was born in Effingham County, Georgia. Her father, Rev. Benjamin Blitch was a pioneer in this section of the state and was the first missionary in the Piedmont Association. Her mother was Miss Harriet Wilson, a great-great granddaughter of James E. Wilson, a Revolutionary War Soldier.
True to this background, Mrs. Wolfe's life was one of usefulness and service. For several years she was Superintendent of the Sunday School in the Elliott neighborhood, walking two miles and carrying her five little ones with her. There are many useful men and women who would have missed this early religions training had it not been for her faithfulness to the cause. She was a close student of the Bible and a regular attendant at church until her health failed.
When sorrow came to the home of a neighbor, her frail slender form would soon be seen plodding its way down the long, dusty road.
When sufferage was granted to her sex, she accepted it as another duty and cast her vote as her conscience directed.
She was a strong advocate of education and gave her children the advantage of the best schools the neighborhood afforded.
Mrs. Wolfe, who was Miss Emma Blitch, married Robert T. Wolfe in 1885, who preceded her to the grave several years ago. Five children were born of this union, four survived her: Mr. E. M. Wolfe, of Savannah, Mr. B. L. Wolfe, of Derby, Colorado, Mr. R. S. Wolfe, of Baxley, Ga., and Mrs. John Gibson of the Bethel Community.
Also surviving her is one sister, Mrs. K. A. Youmans, and two brothers, Rev. William W. Blitch and Mr. Obe Blitch of Tampa, Florida.
Funeral services were conducted by Rev. George Moody and interment was at Ten Mile Cemetery.
Thus from life's pathway another comrade, tired by the journey, has lain down to rest, and truly the reaper with his sickle keen has reaped the flower along with the bearded grain. Yes, verily our days are like a shadow that declineth and as the grass that flourisheth in the morning and in the evening is cut down. Truly life's short span is as a flower that dies when first it begins to bud, but let us remember that "the grass witherest and the flower fadeth, but the word of our God endureth forever.

SOURCE: Baxley News Banner Thursday April 5, 1928
Submitted by Ann Parkinson