Zij is getrouwd met James E. Tindal.
Zij zijn getrouwd oktober 1861, zij was toen 20 jaar oud.Bron 1
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*From the Confederate Baptist, Issue of March 24, 1863
Died, at Greenville, South Carolina, March 24, 1863, Mrs. Mary Eleanor
Tindal, wife of James E. Tindal of Sumter district, South Carolina, aged
22 years, 3 months, and 28 days. She was the only daughter and third
child of George and Ann E. Anderson, and was born at Laurenceville
(Lawrenceville) Georgia , on 26 of November, 1840. She has been, for
nearly eight years, a member of a Baptist Church, having been baptized in
Charleston by Rev. Dr. Winkler in May, 1855. In October 1861, she was
married to her late companion, now so sadly bereavedby this afflictive
dispensation of God. A large circle of relatives and friends, to whom
she had peculiarly endeared herself, mourn with him and her mother and
brothers and unconscious infant, the severe loss they have all
experienced. It is impossible to convey by language, any adequate
conception ofthe many excellencies of this lovely woman. Those alone
with His Spirit, looking to heaven as its home, and feeling a confidence
without a doubt of His existence, His providential care, and His gracious
acts and purposes. May allwho knew her seek to follow her as she
followed Christ. J.P.B.
*The following are excerpts from a letter written by B.C. (Benjamin
Chaplin) Pressly, who was Mary's Uncle, to his Sister. Mary Eleanor
Roberts holds the original.It was given to her by her mother, Mary
Eleanor Anderson Cox, daughter of Captain George Pressley Anderson and
Margaret Gotea Wilson, granddaughter of Rev. George Anderson and Ann
Pressley.
Charleston
March 26 1863
My Dear Sister
Mr. Broadus informs me that our dear Mary has fought and won her last
battle. Her trials and triumphs alike are ended - unless, indeed we
attach the idea of triumph to the higher and still see her exalted high,
who was so meek and humble in life. In the very closet of our heart
there is an empty chair and she who sat in it so lovingly shall never
again, gladden it with her presence, no other can sit in that chair.
Through all our life its emptinessshall fill us with sweet sad memories
of her that left our closet so dark when her candle went out. Ah, dear
Sister! Our loss is no common loss. We have never seen anyone like her
before, and shall never again. Meekly and humbly she attributed
superiority over herself to so many companions, above whom she towered
peerless, the tallest, purist lily of her springtime and summer.She was
not permitted to fade and droop and die like a common lily but she was
transplanted in her pure whiteness and freshness to the garden of Heaven
and still her fragrance lingers, and shall linger ever in our little
garden where she grew so sweetly.
Ah! I had not thought to shed another tear throughthe sorrowful months
of this Godless, cruel war. It's sad incidents had soblunted my
sensibility that my humanity seemed to have grown hardened and tearless.
I hear the silent pleadings of her silent babe, that like me shall find a
mother only in some other earthly angel's love - the deep unutterable cry
of anguish that swells her husband's heart comes to me like a sound I
once heard in my saddest hour, and oh, it was so inexpressibly doleful -
well may it be so to him. My dear wife never expected to see Mary a
mother or a wife, and though she lived to be both, the presentiment has
been realized. I have so often felt that the spirit of my mother (whose
face I never remember tohave seen) was near me and the thought was fresh
strength and hope and comfort, to my almost fainting spirit.
She was an old Christian before her childhood had opened the gate to
youth - in her infancy, she learned well, to do, to submit, and to love.
She lived long enough - filled her measure of joy andsorrow, hope, fear
and triumph - only her cup of life could not be full on earth and now
heaven brings it.
Your affectiona
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James E. Tindal |