| Title: | Annie [?], Rockaway, U.S.A. to Mrs Staveley, Ballymoney |
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| ID | 81 |
| Collection | Irish Emigration Database |
| File | Annie/2 |
| Year | 1906 |
| Sender | Staveley, Annie |
| Sender Gender | female |
| Sender Occupation | unknown |
| Sender Religion | unknown |
| Origin | Rockaway, New Jersey?, USA |
| Destination | Ballymoney, Co. Antrim, N. Ireland |
| Recipient | Mrs Staveley |
| Recipient Gender | female |
| Relationship | daughter-mother |
| Source | D 1835/27/4/1: Deposited by Greer, Hamilton & Gailey, Solicitors |
| Archive | The Public Record Office, N. Ireland |
| Doc. No. | 9908073 |
| Date | 18/5/1906 |
| Partial Date | |
| Doc. Type | EMG |
| Log | Document added by LT, 13:08:99. |
| Word Count | 873 |
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| Transcript | ROCKAWAY 6 PM MAY 18 1906 N.J. [New Jersey?]) BALLYMONEY 7.45 AM MAY 28 06 Mrs. Stavely Ballyboyland House Ballymoney Co. Antrim Ireland. [newspaper cutting] OBITUARY. 1906 MRS. SAMUEL TIPPETT. The funeral services of Mrs. Kathleen King McFarland, wife of Samuel Tippett, were held at her late home, Hoagland avenue, on the 14th inst. Rev. Thomas A. Reeves, her pastor, officiated, assisted by Rev. F. A. Mason, pastor of the M. E. Church. A tender and beautiful ceremony preceded the funeral service in the baptism beside the casket of the mother of her infant daughter, Gwendolyn Stavely, born May 4th. Mrs. Tippett was twenty six years of age. She was married to Samuel Tippett October 2, 1902 In October, 1903, they lost their infant son, Samuel McFarland Tippett. Mrs. Tippett's death resulted from gastritis, after a brief but severe illness. She had been a member of the Presbyterian Church for seven years, and she was an active worker in the benevolent society of the King's Daughters, members of which society attended the funeral. Her early death is deeply regretted by a large circle of loving relatives and friends. [end of newspaper cutting] please pass slips Rockaway around May 18th 1906 Dearest Mother & Sisters How deeply you will sympathize with us in our sore bereavement we never know. Our darling Kathleen died of Gastritis one week ago today leaving a dear little baby girl, it was born on the 4th She had suffered everything with her stomach these past nine months, nothing seemed to do her any good, the Drs [Doctors?] said it was owing to her condition and that after the baby came she would be all right, but her system was so weakened that when the fever connected with it was checked she did not seem to have the recuperative power, and just sank. It was a terrible shock to us all then the Dr. for everything connected with her confinement was most satisfactory and we believed though weak she was doing nicely everything that love and medicinal skill could do was done, she had three Drs. [Doctors?] and two nurses, and some stand [?] [?] the time, but all was of no avail, it is just terrible she had anticipated this arrival with more than ordinary pleasure they going so much over the loss of the other one this seemed to be all that was needed to make their happiness complete oh: it is so sad, to think that she must have everything to live for should be taken and so many noteworthy ones left but God knows best His providences are often mysteries, her poor Husband is inconsolable, in the face of his troubles answers seems as nothing and yet I cannot tell you what it means to us we are just heartbroken just two short weeks today since we welcomed with joy the little stranger believing it would be the beginning of better health for its mother, now she has gone never to return, their beautiful home has all been dismantled and closed up and Sam has returned to live at his Mother taking the Baby with him and all leaves such a blank to us, for we were so united though she was married she was our [constant?] care, though living in separate houses we were as one family we were constantly together and all our interests were in common living so near we could signal to catch others Sam too was one of us in every day. The Baby is small, but bright and healthy looking, it seems to have taken all its mother's strength and her bright eyes she sent for me as soon as she was able after its birth to take me she had called her Baby "Gwendolyn Staveley" she had the last name as a little surprise for me she knew it would please me she said, the first had been her choice long ago, the name took something [?] & we think Gwendolyn Tippet is very pretty. I trust she may be spared, she will be such a comfort to her father we are [?] find about & to being at is grand-mother Tippetts we know it will receive the tenderest of care there and will be well done for, it is natural Sam would wish to be with her own people, and where he is that is the place for his Baby. They have a large house with lovely grounds and he returned the Servant they had to be its nurse she came see it after us as we like being quite friendly with the family and their house is quite near, right opposite the School house so [childs?] can pop in any time Certainly if sympathy could [?] our [sorrow?] we [never?] had [short?] in a marked degree nothing that has happened in years has caused such profound sympathy the whole town and neighbourhood mourned with us, they were both so much liked and seem so rightly respected, the employers of the foundry sent a beautiful floral piece and the [wreaths?] were sent down the afternoon of the funeral one of the pieces (sic) was a pall bearer and their [wives?] each sent some lovely flowers the "King's Daughters" also and there was no cash to private contributions, she was as if in a [?] Baby was baptized by the size of the casket before the funeral services. Miss McCarroll and Miss Chancellor were here for the funeral but owing to sickness Mary could not. The shock of the Telegram [laying?] there now no hope, the hurry to get out here and then to find that she was gone was too much for her and she had one of her turns of the heart, [Jesus?] came out that evening and [staid?] [stayed?] till Tuesday we had lovely services and [Northbeen?] was laid in a lovely spot along with her baby her casket and everything about her was white. I have tried tell you all the details knowing how much you will be interested, To us it all seems like a terrible dream but alas, is now true I hope all are well with you and that dear Mathew is keeping in her usual, please give my love to Aunt Moore & all the others and ask them to accept this letter for all I cannot write more and accept a full share for yourself from your sorrowing Daughter Annie |
