Mrs. F.E. Ware -1920

WARE, ONEILL, WAINRIGHT, REID, POMEROY

Posted By: Michael J. Kearney (email)
Date: 12/31/2002 at 10:18:17

The Clinton Herald Monday April 19, 1920 Funeral services for Mrs. F.E. Ware who passed away Saturday in the Presbyterian hospital, Chicago, after an illness that came upon her three weeks ago today, will be held at 2 o'clock tomorrow afternoon at the home, 438 Fifth avenue. Rev. F.H. Burrell will officiate and the body will be placed in the receiving vault at Springdale cemetery until the little plat in the God's Acre may be prepared for her quiet sleep. Her sister, Mrs. Mabel Reid O'Neill of Houston, Texas, came from Chicago last evening with the funeral party, meeting Mr. Ware and his sister, Mrs. J.W. Wainright there. Her brother, Jay M. Reid of Houston, will not come north at this time. Mary Pomeroy Ware was a woman whom it was a delight to know. Possessed of a wonderful mind, an inheritance from an ancestry whose names are among the honored in English and American history, she was keenly alive to the really great things in the life of the world. Hence when the call came for relief work in the world war she was one of the first to respond organizing the knotting battalion for the Clinton county chapter of the America Red Cross. She gave freely of her time, her money and her personal effort, placing this great world need first in her busy days. The first break in her health came with the inaction that followed a lessening of war activities, but even then she did not relinquish her hold upon thing really worthwhile. With the coming to Clinton of the 1920 state conference of the Daughters of the American Revolution, she gave to that her inspiration of interest, planning, assisting, doing many things to make the tree days in March eventful. And when this time was passed she planned on a vacation trip to sunny California, and before --- the city for the carrying on of the benefactions which were nearest her heart in --- No one will ever know, for she was loath to tell, of the quiet steps, the cherry greeting, the open purse with which she went into homes that were poor and afflicted. These will miss Mary Ware, for there is no one else who knows where they are. Then she went into Chicago, and on the eve of her departure for the west she succumbed to a stroke of apoplexy and day by day slept a little longer until the finger of the Angel of Death released her buoyant spirit.