Eunice Bates
The winter has been long and hard. We wonder
when the flowers will bloom and the birds sing again.
Surely springtime will bring relief to the sadness and hurt
in our land.

Eunice “Poss” Bates was born on February 4,
1916 into the home of the late Arch and Artie Back Cornett. She
departed this life on Sunday, March 20, 2005 at her home in Blackey,

Early in life she met and loved Bill Bates. They were married on
August 12, 1939 and to this union was born 6 children: Billie Jo,
Dan, Ted, Jack, Artie Ann, and William Van. Poss and Bill had a
special marriage. They cherished each other. Where you saw one,
you saw the other.

She was an alumnus of Caney College and Eastern Kentucky
University. During four semesters she taught full time and traveled
four hours each way on Saturday to Richmond, Ky. and back to attend
college classes. Her degree was earned the hard way.

Not only did a multitude of Letcher basketball players eat and
sleep at her house through the years; but kinfolk and strangers alike
that needed a place to stay, spent a week or a month or some a few
years. She was most generous and compassionate. She cared not so
much for herself, but others.

The Mount Olivet Old Regular Baptist Church was her church
and she never missed. She let it be known that Jesus was her Savior.
Eunice Bates is survived by 2 daughters, Billie Jo Caudill and Billy
of Blackey, Ky., and Artie Ann Bates and John of Blackey, Ky.; 4
sons, Danny Bates and Donna of Blackey, Ky., William Van Bates
and Gena of Blackey, Ky., Teddy Ray Bates and Coletta of Isom,
Ky., and Jack Bates and Karen of Richmond, Ky.; 1 sister, Mildred
Strunk and Walter of Somerset, Ky.; and 3 brothers, Lilly B. Cornett
and Helen of Falmouth, Ky., Darrel Dean Cornett of Arab, Al., and
Elwood Cornett and Kathy of Blackey, Ky. She is also survived by
12 grandchildren and 10 great grandchildren, as well as a host of
nieces, nephews, cousins and friends to mourn her passing.

Poss will be greatly missed by her family, at church, at the Senior
Citizens Center, the AARP, and the Retired Teachers Association.
We feel that our loss is
Heaven’s gain.
We will rest in hope of that
bright day,
When beauty will spring
from the prison of clay,
When Gabriel’s voice and
the trump of the Lord,
Shall awaken the dead in
the old churchyard.