Raymond Cornett

     It is with sadness that I try to write this obituary of
Brother Raymond Cornett.  He was born on October 15,
1915 to Andrew and Alice Holliday Cornett. He left
this world to be with Jesus on July 15, 2005, being 89
years and 9 months at his passing. Early in life he met
and married the love of his life, Sister Daisy Cornett, and to this
union was born nine children, five boys and four girls. He is preceded
in death by two sons, Cleon and Ray Edmond Cornett of Carrie.
     He is survived by his wife, Daisy Cornett; three sons, Tim Cornett
(Reci Cornett), Winford Cornett (Josie Cornett) of Carrie, and
Merlin Cornett (Ruby Cornett) of Fisty; and four daughters, Della
Mae Childers (Jesse Childers), Ruby Barnett (Gene Barnett), Maxine
Waddell (Roy Waddell) and Kim Childers (Chuck Childers) of Carrie.
He also left behind a host of grandchildren, family and friends
who loved him dearly.
     Brother Raymond was a kind and gentle man. He was a man of
great wisdom. He could do about anything that he put his mind to.
He would sit and tell me how he would drive back and forth to work
at the Homeplace Hospital and how little he got for his labor. A few
years ago, he knew something was missing in his life. He began seeking
Jesus, asking him to save his soul. I went to his home one evening
and he started crying and telling what great things God had done for
him. He joined the Ivy Point Old Regular Baptist Church. He told
the most wonderful experience I have ever heard. He was a faithful
member as long as he was able to go. He loved his family very much.
I’ve heard him laugh and tell how his son, Winford, would play jokes
on him.
     He was about blind but now he is in a place where there are no
blind eyes, no deaf and no crippled. I want to say to Sister Daisy and
all her children and grandchildren, when Brother Raymond wakes
up again, he won’t be blind or sick. He’ll have a brand new body that
will never get sick or die anymore. I know we will miss him here but
he wouldn’t come back. He would just say, “Come and be with me in
my new home.” So to the ones, who have not made it right with God,
get ready, the family can all be together in Heaven.
     Written by a dear friend and brother in Christ,
     Elder Alonzo Mosley

A tribute from a grandson
that loved him very much, Mark Cornett.

     What can a person say about a man as great as what my grandpa was? Papa
was a man that no matter what he is doing or what kind of day it was, he was a man
that was always there, and could always pick you up or make you smile.
I remember many days when me and mom and dad would take him and Granny
to London to eat at Cracker Barrel. Man, how he liked his roast beef and gravy!
Papa was the type of man that was quiet. He never asked for much and was
always truly happy with everything he got. When I was with my papa, I always felt
proud. When we’d ride in his car, whenever he wasn’t looking, I’d always poke
my finger in his ear and he’d just smile and say, “Now quit, Mark.”
     And at church, (Papa loved to go to church), Grandma would call just about
every Sunday morning bright and early to get us up and ready to go. They would
go to Ivy Point Old Regular Baptist Church. They always had special recliners for
them to sit in, and he’d just set calm and not move a muscle through the whole
sermon. We’d go out to Papa’s house and sit around a lot of times with them, and
he’d always ask about me, and playing basketball, and tell me that he was proud of
me. Hearing papa tell me that made me so proud to have a person like that in my
     When we were fixing my car up, he’d come out occasionally and set around
and watch us. He loved to watch us, and help us sometimes work on the car.
When I was little I remember walking out to Papa’s and Granny’s with Mom
and Dad and I would go into his workshop and watch him work. I thought it was
pretty cool watching him work. I thought it was pretty cool watching him, because
he always knew what he was doing.
     I remember the old tractor and the green truck he had. I could spend hours out
there playing on that tractor. I don’t remember, myself, ever seeing it run, but I
enjoyed just sitting on it and acting. And that truck I thought was the coolest thing,
I guess, where it was old it looked so neat. I always dreamed about having that
truck and fixing it up.
     For 17 years of my life, I had my Papa there for me every day, and it’s very
hard to see him go. I won’t get to ride by on my 4-wheeler and see him on the
porch and wave at him and say “Howdy” and get to see him wave back and holler,
or I won’t get to take him to Cracker Barrel and watch him eat his roast beef and
gravy. But I know that now, he has no more pain, he can see for miles and miles,
and plus I know what he is seeing is the fine streets of Heaven, and seeing Ray,
Cleon, and, especially, the greatest of all, JESUS.
     Now, I’ve got a simple question for you. I know no one saw Papa leaving us
so soon, it’s just like a nightmare. But, I want to ask each and every person who
thought the world of Papa, “If you go right at this moment, will you be up in
Heaven right beside him, living for eternity, or will you go the other way and never
see him again?” Just sitting here and listening to preachers and hearing me say this
isn’t going to get you to Heaven . You’ve got to do the same thing my Papa did,
wake up and turn your life to God.
     Papa was a great man. I look at him as my Papa, but I guess he was also a hero
to me. I know I’ll see him again! What I want you to ask yourself is, “Will you?”