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- Bridget Lohan McKenzie
Birth 6 Jan 1839 County Roscommon, Ireland
Death 26 Jan 1916 Fayetteville, Lincoln County, Tennessee, USA
Burial Rose Hill Cemetery Fayetteville, Lincoln County, Tennessee, USA
Memorial ID 45038367
Wife of John McKenzie
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Mrs. Bridget McKenzie, aged 76 years, died at the home of her son, Mr. J. L. McKenzie, on Lincoln Avenue, on Wednesday, January 26, 1916. She was afflicted with Bright’s disease and that with grip was too strong a tax on her vitality and she entered into eternal rest. She was a native of County Lisque, Ireland, and came to America when she was eleven years old. She was a devout member of the Catholic Church and the funeral service was conducted by Father Swift of the Paulist Fathers. Burial at Rose Hill Cemetery. She is survived by two sons, Duncan L. and John L. McKenzie and one daughter, Miss Susan F. McKenzie.
Source:
The Fayetteville Observer
Fayetteville, Tennessee
Thursday, February 3, 1916
Another Obituary:
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints, says the Psalmlet, and this thought helps to console and reconcile us to the awful and mysterious dispensations of Divine Providence, which deprives us of the upright and the noble. Doubtless the infinite wisdom of God to the best judge of that is good for those He calls from life and for those who are left to mourn their loss. We would fain keep the good with us, but our ways are not God’s ways and our thoughts not God’s thoughts. These considerations are suggested by the recent death of our beloved Mrs. Bridget McKenzie, aged 77 years, who died at the home of her son, Mr. John McKenzie, on Lincoln Avenue, January 26, 1916, at 1:30 o’clock.
In her death, Fayetteville lost a highly respected woman. She had won the esteem of those who came in contact with her. She had the reputation of being one of the kindest and most tender hearted women in the community. Of the magnanimous mind, she was ever ready to forgive an injury and to make amends for her own offense. As a consequence she won many friends and was not known to have an enemy. From infancy she was affectionate, her natural traits shone with seven-fold splendor in the glory of God-given grace. From childhood she had been dedicated to God and this was the great epoch in her life. She entered into conscious fellowship, with Jesus Christ, and in this fellowship she found a joy over which earthly afflictions never cast a shadow – no complaint escaped her lips, for she felt she had none to make. The love of God was shed abroad in her heart and she rejoiced to the sense of pardoned sins, and in the hope of that glory that shall be revealed in believers. Her form was radiant with good cheer; those who came to comfort went away inspired with larger faith. Her death was triumphant, lisping a prayer as she was passing on to sit at Jesus’ feet. She lived the life of the righteous and her pilgrimage ended at the open gates of perfect day. A bereaved family and a large company of friends are marching under the solemn promise to join her in the better land.
The remains were laid to rest in Rose Hill Cemetery, after funeral services by Father Swift, of Winchester. She was the widow of the late John McKenzie, who died several years ago. She was born in Lisquell, East Ballyger, Roscommon County, Galway, Ireland, and came in this country when a girl. She resided in New York City a number of years. While visiting relatives in Indianapolis, she met and married her late husband, coming to Tennessee in her young life in Lincoln County. She is survived by her sons, D. L. McKenzie and J. L. McKenzie, and one daughter, Miss Susie McKenzie, and ten grandchildren.
Blest to the memory, mother dear;
Though numbered with the dead,
Yet in our hearts thou still shall live
By words that thou hast said.
God spoke to you, suddenly you fell asleep,
And when I saw your face, I could not weep,
It had the peace only death understands,
I laid my heart between your folded hands.
Safe within the sheltering arms,
Death for thee had no alarm,
With firm unfaltering trust in God
You meekly bowed and kissed the rod.
All thy pains have e’en now vanished,
All thy sorrows are gone, too,
All thy wounds are e’en now banished,
All things Christ to thee made new.
Sometime when my work is ended,
I shall see as I near my home,
A dear sweet face in Paradise,
That is watching for the children to come.
Then farewell, mother, though thy face
We will behold no more,
Thou wilt whisper to me,
Meet me on the celestial shore.
Source:
The Fayetteville Observer
Fayetteville, Tennessee
Thursday, February 10, 1916
Obit submitted by; Michael Pitcock
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1839 - 1916 (77 years)
