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Kimball, Finette Sophia Percival

MILITARY SERVICE
Age: 0, credited to
Unit(s): Camp-follower
Service: Camp-follower, accompanied Co. B, 3rd VT INF, died of typhoid fever near Chain Bridge, Washington, DC

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VITALS
Birth: About 1823, Unknown
Death: 10/15/1861

Burial: West Glover Cemetery, Glover, VT
Marker/Plot:
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Heidi McColgan
Findagrave Memorial #: 6756000
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
Alias?: None noted
Pension?: Unknown
Portrait?: Unknown
College?: Not Found
Veterans Home?: Not Found
(If there are state digraphs above, this soldier spent some time in a state or national soldiers' home in that state after the war)

Remarks: Wife of Dr. Isaac Kimball
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BURIAL:
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West Glover Cemetery, Glover, VT

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Obituary

Oct. 15th, at the residence of Mr. Wm. R. Mason, near Chain Bridge, D.C., of typhoid fever, Mrs. Finette S. Kimball, wife of Dr. Isaac Kimball, 1st Sergeant, Co. B. 3d Regiment, aged 38 years.

Mrs. Kimball was one of the few ladies who accompanied the regiment when it came out to the seat of war. Soon after its arrival at Camp Lyon, she found a home in the family of Mr. Mason. Here she remained, until, being on the point of crossing the river to join the regiment, she fell a prey to disease, and descended rapidly to the grave.

Mrs. Kimball's death has caused a peculiar grief in our camp. Her amiable Christian temper was well calculated under any circumstances to win esteem, but here where a woman is such a rarity, she was, within her circle of acquaintance, regarded almost with reverence. Repeatedly have we followed the remains of our deceased comrades to their final resting place, and shed there a tear for ourselves and for far distant friends, but not once have our hearts so swelled to bursting with sadness as when we bid the bereaved husband God speed on his lonely homeward journey with the cold remains of his companion and his orphaned little boy, to meet those other orphaned children as yet unconscious of their loss. We feel her loss, and freely mingle our tears with those more sorely bereaved than they and we may not fail to imitate her virtues, and meet her in a better world, where no sad incident like this can ever occur.

M. P. P.

Lamoille Newsdealer, Nov. 8, 1861

Courtesy of Heidi McColgan