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Ida Eunice Barber

Birth
Death
6 Dec 1868 (aged 14)
Berea, Cuyahoga County, Ohio, USA
Burial
Cleveland, Cuyahoga County, Ohio, USA Add to Map
Plot
Section 28, Lot 5
Memorial ID
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Id#: 0011683
Name: Barber, Ida E.
Date: Dec. 9, 1868
Source: Source unknown; Cleveland Necrology File, Reel #003.
Notes:

Barber - At the residence, of her parents in Berea, December 6th, Ida E. eldest daughter, of G. M. and H. L. Barber aged 14 years. The funeral took place at the M. E. Church in Berea on the 6th inst.
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Daughter of GM & HL Barber. Aged 14y 4m 10d.
~Grinderstone Advertiser, December 12, 1868
Original burial was at Berea Cemetery. Woodland Cemetery records show that her remains were moved from Berea Cemetery and re-interred at Woodland on May 04, 1870.

Berea's list of burials for 1868 says "Dec. 6 Ida Eunice Barber --reumatic [sic] fever [age] 14".Cleveland has an entry in the Necrology Files for her: "Barber- At the residence, of her parents in Berea, December 6th, Ida E. eldest daughter, of G. M. and H. L. Barber aged 14 years. The funeral took place at the M. E. Church in Berea on the 6th inst."

A notice of her death was printed in the Advertiser, 12 Dec 1868: "We were pained to hear of the death of Ida E. eldest daughter of Gen'l G. M. Barber, who died on Sunday evening, of inflammation of the heart, supervening upon an attack of typhoid fever. The funeral took place on Tuesday afternoon, and was attended largely; A misprint in the Cleveland papers however prevented a good many attending, giving the time Thursday instead of Tuesday. Her death is deeply mourned by all."

Ida's obituary was published in The Advertiser, 12 Dec 1868: "Reflections on the Death of Ida E. Barber. The death prefers the choicest for his first victims, is by the disinterested regarded as an expression of fondness; but to those of us who have been bereaved by the king of terrors, it seems a terrible reality. When we see the ill-nurtured and un-loved ones pass on in health to age, despite their little care and hard fare, and the choicest gems of communities and tender care families cut down in the early morning of youth, it seems to us verily that the ways of Providence are past finding out. In the death of Ida Barber, we have a striking example of the utter futility of human expectation. She was both mentally and physically, all that the most sanguine parental fondness could desire, and was reared under the tenderest care and affection, dictated by the highest moral intelligence; but just at the early dawn of the fruition of parental hope, the pitcher was broken at the fountain, and the music of her voice and the light of her pure soul no longer cheer that dwelling. As I went from the death scene on that night, I felt humbled and crushed; I felt the utter weakness of human endeavor; I felt that I had seen an end of all perfection, and that there was no object in living any longer. I actually thought that if I should meet death bodily on the walk, I would not turn out of the way; it was not a feeling of despair, it was not a complaining at the decrees of Providence, but it was that when such lovliness[sic] and perfection could not be spared to cheer and gladden the world, why should I live, and I cried "My God. my Father and my Friend, Do not forsake me in the end," Thy will be done! Then it came to my mind that our temporal loss was her infinite gain, for God took her; for those of us who knew her and her end, clearly recognize in this death. "A happy soul, by death, from sin set free, From the dark prison of mortality," And that if we mourn we mourn for ourselves, but we find our consolation in the certainty of her great gain; let us rejoice therefore. Then how true it is that sorrow will endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. M."
Id#: 0011683
Name: Barber, Ida E.
Date: Dec. 9, 1868
Source: Source unknown; Cleveland Necrology File, Reel #003.
Notes:

Barber - At the residence, of her parents in Berea, December 6th, Ida E. eldest daughter, of G. M. and H. L. Barber aged 14 years. The funeral took place at the M. E. Church in Berea on the 6th inst.
_____

Daughter of GM & HL Barber. Aged 14y 4m 10d.
~Grinderstone Advertiser, December 12, 1868
Original burial was at Berea Cemetery. Woodland Cemetery records show that her remains were moved from Berea Cemetery and re-interred at Woodland on May 04, 1870.

Berea's list of burials for 1868 says "Dec. 6 Ida Eunice Barber --reumatic [sic] fever [age] 14".Cleveland has an entry in the Necrology Files for her: "Barber- At the residence, of her parents in Berea, December 6th, Ida E. eldest daughter, of G. M. and H. L. Barber aged 14 years. The funeral took place at the M. E. Church in Berea on the 6th inst."

A notice of her death was printed in the Advertiser, 12 Dec 1868: "We were pained to hear of the death of Ida E. eldest daughter of Gen'l G. M. Barber, who died on Sunday evening, of inflammation of the heart, supervening upon an attack of typhoid fever. The funeral took place on Tuesday afternoon, and was attended largely; A misprint in the Cleveland papers however prevented a good many attending, giving the time Thursday instead of Tuesday. Her death is deeply mourned by all."

Ida's obituary was published in The Advertiser, 12 Dec 1868: "Reflections on the Death of Ida E. Barber. The death prefers the choicest for his first victims, is by the disinterested regarded as an expression of fondness; but to those of us who have been bereaved by the king of terrors, it seems a terrible reality. When we see the ill-nurtured and un-loved ones pass on in health to age, despite their little care and hard fare, and the choicest gems of communities and tender care families cut down in the early morning of youth, it seems to us verily that the ways of Providence are past finding out. In the death of Ida Barber, we have a striking example of the utter futility of human expectation. She was both mentally and physically, all that the most sanguine parental fondness could desire, and was reared under the tenderest care and affection, dictated by the highest moral intelligence; but just at the early dawn of the fruition of parental hope, the pitcher was broken at the fountain, and the music of her voice and the light of her pure soul no longer cheer that dwelling. As I went from the death scene on that night, I felt humbled and crushed; I felt the utter weakness of human endeavor; I felt that I had seen an end of all perfection, and that there was no object in living any longer. I actually thought that if I should meet death bodily on the walk, I would not turn out of the way; it was not a feeling of despair, it was not a complaining at the decrees of Providence, but it was that when such lovliness[sic] and perfection could not be spared to cheer and gladden the world, why should I live, and I cried "My God. my Father and my Friend, Do not forsake me in the end," Thy will be done! Then it came to my mind that our temporal loss was her infinite gain, for God took her; for those of us who knew her and her end, clearly recognize in this death. "A happy soul, by death, from sin set free, From the dark prison of mortality," And that if we mourn we mourn for ourselves, but we find our consolation in the certainty of her great gain; let us rejoice therefore. Then how true it is that sorrow will endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. M."


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