Mrs. Ambrose Fitzgerald
Died about 3’oclock Sunday morning, June 4th, Mrs. Ambrose Fitzgerald (nee Miss Georgia Ware). In February Mrs. Fitzgerald walked through the melting snow without overshoes to a neighbor’s house and sat for some time in a cold room. She was never well again. She suffered from a smothering sensation when it often seemed she would die from difficulty of breathing. Two weeks before her death she came to Jefferson to the house of her nephew, Dr. A. A. Terhune, in order to be under his treatment. Dr. Moseley was called in as consulting physician. Medicine failed to relieve her. An acute pain in the chest was followed by a slight hemorrhage which ended in death in about two days. From the first she would never get well, and several times spoke of where she wanted to be buried and the clothes she wanted to be buried in.
Mrs. Fitzgerald was born fifty-eight years ago near Roul (sic), GA, in an ideal southern country home with its big white house, its bevy of servants, its garden of flowers, acres of fruit and abundance of everything. Mr. Ware’s (her father) hospitality filled his home with visitors the year round. Mrs. Fitzgerald’s mother died when she was three years old, leaving her the youngest child – the petted darling. She was educated in the Rome Female College, since called Shorted (sic) College. She went there at eight years of age and remained until she was sixteen when she went to LaGrange, GA, where she would have graduated had she not been called home on account of her father’s illness and death. She then accepted a home with her sister, Mrs. Terhune, with whom she lived until her marriage with Mr. Fitzgerald in 1893.
Mrs. Fitzgerald was a zealous member of the Methodist church. Hers was one of those ardent natures which threw its whole soul into every word and deed. She had two ruling passions, love of charity and love of children. She never gave from a sense of duty but because she enjoyed giving, and was not happy until she had made someone else share whatever she had. She gave not only material things but time and sympathy. Whenever there was sickness there she was found day after day, night after night. Her sympathy was the confidence of young and old who went to her with their troubles. All children loved her because she loved them so that she knew just how to charm them. She leaves two brothers and a large number of nephews and nieces and her devoted heart-broken husband, who all mourn her loss. Also in her home was Mr. Fitzgerald’s grandson, Mr. Levy Fitzgerald, with his young wife, and she was much attached to both of them, and never tired speaking kindly of Levy and his kind attentions to her all time of day or night.
She died in the old Terhune home where so many years of her life had been spent and was buried at the head of her sister’s grave where she had expressed a wish to be placed just before she died.
A Friend and Relative
The Jefferson Jimplecute, 10 June 1905 Newspapers.com BURIAL Oakwood Cemetery Jefferson, Marion County, Texas, USA
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Died about 3’oclock Sunday morning, June 4th, Mrs. Ambrose Fitzgerald (nee Miss Georgia Ware). In February Mrs. Fitzgerald walked through the melting snow without overshoes to a neighbor’s house and sat for some time in a cold room. She was never well again. She suffered from a smothering sensation when it often seemed she would die from difficulty of breathing. Two weeks before her death she came to Jefferson to the house of her nephew, Dr. A. A. Terhune, in order to be under his treatment. Dr. Moseley was called in as consulting physician. Medicine failed to relieve her. An acute pain in the chest was followed by a slight hemorrhage which ended in death in about two days. From the first she would never get well, and several times spoke of where she wanted to be buried and the clothes she wanted to be buried in.
Mrs. Fitzgerald was born fifty-eight years ago near Roul (sic), GA, in an ideal southern country home with its big white house, its bevy of servants, its garden of flowers, acres of fruit and abundance of everything. Mr. Ware’s (her father) hospitality filled his home with visitors the year round. Mrs. Fitzgerald’s mother died when she was three years old, leaving her the youngest child – the petted darling. She was educated in the Rome Female College, since called Shorted (sic) College. She went there at eight years of age and remained until she was sixteen when she went to LaGrange, GA, where she would have graduated had she not been called home on account of her father’s illness and death. She then accepted a home with her sister, Mrs. Terhune, with whom she lived until her marriage with Mr. Fitzgerald in 1893.
Mrs. Fitzgerald was a zealous member of the Methodist church. Hers was one of those ardent natures which threw its whole soul into every word and deed. She had two ruling passions, love of charity and love of children. She never gave from a sense of duty but because she enjoyed giving, and was not happy until she had made someone else share whatever she had. She gave not only material things but time and sympathy. Whenever there was sickness there she was found day after day, night after night. Her sympathy was the confidence of young and old who went to her with their troubles. All children loved her because she loved them so that she knew just how to charm them. She leaves two brothers and a large number of nephews and nieces and her devoted heart-broken husband, who all mourn her loss. Also in her home was Mr. Fitzgerald’s grandson, Mr. Levy Fitzgerald, with his young wife, and she was much attached to both of them, and never tired speaking kindly of Levy and his kind attentions to her all time of day or night.
She died in the old Terhune home where so many years of her life had been spent and was buried at the head of her sister’s grave where she had expressed a wish to be placed just before she died.
A Friend and Relative
The Jefferson Jimplecute, 10 June 1905 Newspapers.com