Florence Eugenia Wilson |
| Posted 2023-12-24 by Pat R |
| Arizona Republic (Phoenix, Arizona) Saturday, March 19, 1904, p. 10 DEATH OF FLORENCE WILSON A Young Girl Who Is Deeply Mourned in Phoenix Miss Florence Eugenia Wilson died yesterday at the home of her mother, Mrs. Harriet E. Wilson, at Wickenburg. Her death had been expected for weeks. She had been a sufferer from consumption for more than a year. Six months ago the progress of the disease was hastened and all hope of her recovery was abandoned. Her friends could only await the end. Miss Wilson was a most charming girl and one of many accomplishments. She had won the love of all who came to know her in the course of her residence of two years in this city for admirable as were her mental gifts, the qualities of her heart were superior. Therefore the news of her death, though all had been waiting to hear it, was received here with grief. Miss Wilson had just passed her twenty-first birthday. She was born at Laramie, Wyo., but her life until two years ago was spent in Denver and she was educated in the public schools of that city. She was quite well known in other parts of the state for her mother for twenty years had been extensively engaged in the newspaper business throughout Colorado. The funeral will take place at Wickenburg this afternoon and the interment will be there. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ News-Herald (Martinez, Arizona) Saturday, March 26, 1904 Why was it that so many hearts stood still; why did so many voices speak in accents low and in ones of sorrow; why was it that the sound of weeping disturbed the calm in the village on the banks of the Hassayampa, which has many legends of old, on Friday of last week at 1:25? Why was this awesome feeling present in every heart in Wickenburg on Friday afternoon and all day Saturday? Why was it all the stores were closed? Why did so many tear-stained faces gather at a certain home and sing songs of sympathy and hope and render dirges on the piano? Ah, why did strong voices falter, and firm lips quiver, and brave hearts flutter, and dry eyes moisten? Because a dread visitor had been there and accompanied an accomplished and beautiful young lady, a trustful and trusted friend, a loving sister, a dutiful daughter, to the dim and misty beyond. These sympathies and emotions, these heart aches and longings were not caused by any knowledge of the fat that all must some day accompany the same messenger on the same cheerless voyage, but by deep loss which the many friends of Florence Wilson felt when she was called from our midst. Besides the entire population of Wickenburg, which mourns the loss of the lovely young lady, she had legions of friends in Phoenix and Denver, in both of which cities she had resided, all of whom are grieved at her demise. She leaves a mother and two brothers to mourn her untimely end. If human sympathy could avail anything their grief would be lightened, but alas, how weak is humanity in the face of Omnipotence, whence all must finally expect surcease of life's toil, as our friend, whose last days were full of pain and anguish. But, we all learn a lesson of submission to the inevitable from the Christian calmness with which she met the grim reaper, as well as from her short life of usefulness, in which she made a friend of all whom she met. [contributor's note: Martinez, Arizona, is no longer in existence, but was near Wickenburg, Arizona] |
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