FOSTER, Alice
Source: Greencastle Banner-Times 7 June 1895 p 5
Funeral services over the remains of Mrs. Alice Foster were held Monday evening at 7:30 o’clock at the residence of Mrs. Wm. Masten. Tuesday at 7 o’clock the remains were taken to Cloverdale for interment. A number of carriage loads of friends drove through.
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Mrs. Alice Foster died at Terre Haute on Sunday evening. She had been in Terre Haute for nearly two weeks having been called there in her professional capacity as a nurse, to attend the late Wm. Billman whose death of erysipelas was mentioned in last week’s paper. While there she contracted the same disease, erysipelas, which resulted in her death on Sunday evening at six o’clock. The remains were brought to his city this afternoon at 1:35 o’clock and taken to Mrs. Foster’s mother’s residence – Mrs. Wm. Masten – Elm and Illinois street. The funeral occurred Tuesday morning at Cloverdale. Mrs. Foster was a lady of many noble qualities and had a kind, sympathetic disposition. She was about 36 years of age and had many friends in this city to mourn her loss. – kbz
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Mrs. Alice Foster who was buried here on Tuesday was formerly a resident of Cloverdale and widow of Alva Foster who died two years ago. Mrs. Foster was sister of Mrs. John Billman and Jesse Wells of Greencastle and Mrs. John Gerkin of Indianapolis – kbz.
Source: Greencastle Banner-Times 14 June 1895 p 3
The members of the Woman’s Christian Temperance union of Greencastle had our beloved sister, Mrs. Alice Foster, taken from our midst on Sunday June 2, 1895. In her death our union loses one of its most valuable members. She was always instant and constant in good works. By the generousness of her character, as well as the sweetness of her spirit, she had endeared herself to all, and exerted a gracious influence everywhere. Her Christian character was strong, and her sweet spirit a constant testimony. Always cheerful, patient, hopeful and strong in faith, she filled the lives of others with sunshine. Her religion was a real life, enjoyed in the soul and evinced in her daily walk and conversation. If she had one principal distinction of character above another, it was the kindness and consideration with which she always treated others and by which she drew so many friends to her. Her whole life was one of self-sacrifice for those she loved. The years of her Christian life have been singularly beautiful, and such a life is the most effective argument for Christianity. We shall miss the sunshine of her presence, and will ever cherish the memory of her earnest devotion to principle and right. May the example she set before us be to all an inspiration to deeper thought and more earnest work – recording secretary (no name).
Source: Greencastle Daily Banner and Times 20 June 1895 p 4
Mrs. Alice Foster (nee Wells) was born June 14, 1858 in Johnson County, Ind near the town ow known as Trafalgar., When about 8 years of age her parents removed to Greencastle, where she made her home for several years. At 18 years of age she was married to Alvah C. Foster of Cloverdale, Ind. No children blest their union. In Nov 1884, she was left a widow. Shortly after her husband’s death she returned to Greencastle to make her home with her widowed mother. After trying different occupations, she decided that her calling was to nurse the sick, in which she had great success and won many friends. As has been said by one who has known much of her life, “It was a pleasure to be sick to be waited on by her.” She was kind, sympathetic and unselfish. Much of her earning was bestowed in charity in various ways, but so unostentatiously that even her most intimate friends were unaware of hos much she was doing in this direction. She was baptized in infancy and united with Locust Street ME Church in her 33rd year during the ministry of Rev. Albert Hurlstone. She died at Terre Haute on June 2, where she had been nursing her uncle, and was laid to rest by the side of her husband in the Cloverdale Cemetery June 4, 1895. Though she suffered greatly during her last hours, she was filled with spiritual joy and triumph, repeating over and over: “O death! Where is thy sting O grave! where is thy victory?” We feel assured that she is in that better home above, where her father and one sister preceded her; and while we mourn her loss we sorrow not as those without hope.