Eugenia McCulloch

by David Shannon

Eugenia McCulloch found the joy of the Lord in her life. Life isn�t always easy or fair and perhaps she knew this more than most, but you wouldn�t know it by the way she lived. She faced life with hope and appreciation. While living in Puryear, Tennessee her mother and father, Lytton and Victoria Freeman, had a fatal struggle with the flu. Orphaned at eight, she was raised by Gid and Ruby Jones, of Henry, Tennessee. When she spoke of her childhood she spoke of the many traveling preachers who stayed in their home. Her eyes would glisten and her voice would grow louder as she spoke of N.B. Hardeman sitting on their porch or at their table. She would describe how excited she was to hear his stories and be in his company even as a little girl. She loved the work of the church and continued to the end to find joy in God’s people and His work.

She endured the death of a husband and a son. Many experts say the hardest death in which to cope is the passing of one�s own child. She wrote me once and described this loss with these words; �and there is nothing like losing a child.� No doubt the pain never ceased, but her coping mechanism was to talk about the good. She loved to tell of her husband Johnny�s work in the church. She would talk with a smile on her face about his life as an elder for twenty-eight years. It was Johnny and Eugenia who worshiped in Staunton, Virginia while on

vacation many decades ago, only to find a church that needed support. They came home to MJ to tell their story and rally support. For many years the MJ congregation supported this work financially and by traveling there for several campaigns. When she spoke of her deceased son, Larry, she spoke of the joy of his sons. She would say, �I helped raise those boys.� Clint McCulloch, the one she called �my baby�, is such a blessing to us at Mt. Juliet. She always praised his mother, her daughter-in-law Sheron McCulloch Tygret. Another one of her grandchildren, Tracy Martin, was a tremendous part of Mrs. Eugenia�s family and ours at MJ. Her son, Lynn, cared for her for many years and spoke affectionately of her at the funeral. I shared with her words of praise after Lynn presented the U.S. flag to Dona Hudson at her late husband�s burial. Never has a flag been presented in such an eloquent and personable way. I made sure I shared this with her primarily for one reason; every one who knew Mrs. Eugenia knew how much she loved family. She loved hearing about her son. Lynn�s wife Carol, loved and was much loved by Mrs. Eugenia. As I write this I have a note she wrote after Leanne Vickers� passing. She just wanted to tell me how much she loved Leanne as her Bible class teacher. Eugenia McCulloch was small in frame, but great in love. She loved much and was greatly loved.