Mary Adams Blair was born November 27, 1918 into the home of John and Larrena Roark Adams of
Jeremiah, Kentucky. Angels came to take her home on Tuesday, December 26, 2000 at Central Baptist
Hospital, Lexington, Kentucky after a short illness.
Mom was preceded in death by her parents, my father, Virgil Blair, a son, James Gregory Blair, a
grandson, Eli Blair, as well as her parents, four brothers and five sisters.
Survivors include Ruth Ann and Roland Brown, Jeremiah, Gerald and Cathy Blair, Jeremiah, Larry and
Patricia Blair, Blackey, and Brenda and Luke Woods, Jr., 8 grandchildren and one great-grandchild. She
also leaves two sisters, Ethel Fields and Martha Colley, a sister-in-law, Mildred S. Adams, and many nieces,
nephews and loving friends.
Mom joined the Blair Branch Regular Baptist Church and was baptized in October, 1960. She loved her
church and was faithful in attendance. She always wanted to be a help to her church and loved everybody
there and they showed her love and respect, too.
Mom was in the Whitesburg Hospital and couldn’t attend the Christmas Singing at Blair Branch but she
wanted me to go sit in her seat and help Aunt Martha shake hands and tell her who was there because Aunt
Martha is blind and Mom always sat with her at church to help her. I sat there that night, not a Christian, and
felt so out of place but yearned to belong in that seat. In February, 2001, God forgave me and I can now sit
in Mom’s seat and rejoice. The stones she piled up along the way led me home.
God gave us the gift of a week with Mom after the doctors told her she was dying. All our family got to
spend special time alone with her and she prepared all of us for the hard time to come with her dying and
funeral. She had made all of her funeral arrangements several years before because she wanted to spare
her children from dealing with them. She asked all of us to conduct ourselves with dignity at her services and
not worry about her because she was going home and she was ready to go. In death, as she had always
done in life, she was taking care of her family.
Mom never felt sorry for herself and always wanted to be independent. She laid a path for all the kids
and grand kids to follow. We all miss her every day, but we also know her race was won and she’s gone to
a better place.
Sleep on, Mom, we’ll see you one day.
Written by her daughter, Ruth Ann Brown