Person:Mary Duckett (6)

Mary Worles Duckett
m. 1 Aug 1833
  1. Jemima Duckett1835 - 1929
  2. Elizabeth Duckett1838 - 1924
  3. Jacob Peake Duckett1840 - 1911
  4. James Lilborne Duckett1842 - 1913
  5. Sarah W Duckett1844 - 1844
  6. Mary Worles Duckett1845 - 1907
  7. Andrew Jackson Duckett1848 - 1929
  8. Elvira Jane Duckett1851 - 1920
  9. Thomas Henry Duckett, , M. D.1854 - 1936
  10. Sarah Adeline Duckett1857 -
  11. Julia Ann Duckett1861 - 1902
Facts and Events
Name Mary Worles Duckett
Gender Female
Birth? 11 Feb 1845 Warren County, Kentucky
Death[1] 19 Jan 1907 Adrian, Bates County, Missouri
Burial? Crescent Hill Cemetery, Bates County, Missouri
Other[2] 25 Jan 1907 Adrian, Bates County, MissouriThe Adrian Journal Obituary
Other? Crescent Hill Cemetery, Bates County, MissouriCemetery

Mary lived in Warren County, Kentucky. She later moved to Barton County, Missouri.

Mary was a member of the First Baptist Church, Adrian, Missouri.

In 1850 Mary was living with her parents in 2nd District, Warren County, Kentucky.

Mary and her parents moved to Barton County, Missouri in 1855.

In 1860 Mary was living with her parents in Newton Township, Barton County, Missouri.

During the Civil War, Mary was forced to move with her family to Pettis County, Missouri because of chaotic lawlessness in which this part of the country was plunged. At the close of the Civil War, Mary returned with her parents to Barton County, rebuilt the buildings and fences, and began life anew.

Mary and her family moved to Bates County, Missouri in 1867.

In 1870 Mary was living with her family in Deer Creek Township, Bates County, Missouri.

In 1880 Mary was living with her family in Deer Creek Township, Bates County, Missouri.

In 1900 Mary was living with her family in Deer Creek Township, Bates County, Missouri.

Mary is buried in Crescent Hill Cemetery, Bates County, Missouri.

  1. The Adrian Journal
    January 25, 1907.

  2. Obituary of Mary Duckett Gilmore


    Died at her home in Adrian, January 19«sup»th«/sup», 1907, of enteritis, Mrs. Mary Worles Gilmore, nee Duckett, wife of Dr. E. E. Gilmore, aged 61 years, 11 months and 8 days.

    What a sad realization to her many friends is this event! And to her loved ones, the poignancy of grief is absolutely inexpressible; for notwithstanding sister Gilmore had been ailing for several months and, a greater part of the time had suffered excruciating and indescribable agony from the insidious attack of her dread malady, yet but a few of her host of friends realized that the hour of dissolution was so rapidly approaching when our beloved friend and sister must yield up the scepter of all earthly prestige, close her eyes upon the inspiring scenes of a useful and well spent life and bid a last farewell to friends and loved ones.

    The deceased was a daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Duckett, who were respected and honored citizens of Warren County, Kentucky. Her mother was an intelligent and Godfearing lady, whose teachings and example are so uniquely and happily exemplified in the spotless Christian character of her daughter. Mrs. Mary Gilmore left Kentucky at the age of 10 years, and with her parents located in Barton County, Missouri. From thence in 1867, she, with her husband, Dr. E. E. Gilmore, to whom she was married February 7«sup»th«/sup», 1861, came to northern Bates County, where she has since been identified as one of the County's most exemplary citizens. She has been an active, zealous, and untiring member of the Baptist Church for early half century, and in her daily walk she has reflected those sterling qualities of Christian character that challenge the respect and admiration of even the skeptic. Through the warp and wool of her well rounded life from budding womanhood to the hour of her dissolution ran the golden threads of meekness, love and charity climaxed by an unshaken faith in the promises of her blessed Redeemer, Jesus. The editor of this tribute has been acquainted with her for more than a quarter of a century and is endeared to her by the ties of her unwavering friendship, a friendship born of love and Christian womanhood of which she was the very embodiment. None except the loved ones of her immediate household, knew of her true character and daily walk better than did the writer. She was a kind hearted generous neighbor, a devoted consecrated Christian, a tender, loving mother and sister, a loving, cheerful, helpful and inspiring wife and companion discharging every duty to her husband, the Doctor, with scrupulous care, for she loved him with the ardor and inspiration of a soul born of Heaven. She was the mother of four children, William R, Samuel T. R., Elvira R. and James P, two of whom, Dr. William R. and Attorney J. P. survive her. These, with her grandson Eugene A., and the nephew James L. Gilmore, constitute the family, and all of whom together with her devoted daughters-in-law, sister-in-law, Rosa Turner, and her tender loving, brokenhearted sister Mrs. Elizabeth Spencer, watched over her during her protracted illness with the tenderest care and solicitude, bestowing every attention and administering to her every want with deft hand and loving hearts. Such an example of filial love is without a parallel and will justify merit its reward in the unqualified approbation of an intelligent public and a consciousness of having discharged every duty to one who loved her dearer than she did her own life.
    The funeral services were conducted by Brother W. S. Weir, her esteemed pastor, who paid a touching eloquent and appropriate tribute to her memory in the presence of a large sympathizing congregation of friends and neighbors, who had assembled to pay the last tribute of respect to the memory of one they loved so dearly and mingled their tears with the grief stricken family in the flood of their saddest affection.

    After the funeral services, all that was mortal of our sister was tenderly deposited in the Crescent Hill Cemetery, just as the golden sun was shining behind the western horizon, reflecting her mellow light upon the placid skies above and painting the landscape with delicate tints of glory, presenting a hallowed scene, which was a befitting benediction to the last sad rites paid to our loved one, who will there await resurrection morn when the scroll of time shall have faded into eternity, then by the mandate of Heaven she will be summoned to participate in the rapturous felicity of the Eden above in the presence of God and the angels forever.

    The mourning family have our sympathy, our tears and our prayers. Clouds of sorrow and sadness encompass us whom she leaves behind, and we have the glorious assurance that our irreparable loss is her infinite gain, for she is done with lifes stern battles, no more sorrow, no more suffering, no anguish, no tears, no disappointments, no clouds of gloom and despondency but all is joy and sunshine with her now and forever. No more can we bask in her genial presence nor hear the accent of her sweet voice. This is sad but we have the inspiring assurance that she has only preceded us to the realm of eternal glory, and ere we shall meet her in the paradise of God to sing the songs of sweet deliverance forever. Till that time, sister Gilmore, sleep and sleep on!

    No tortuous pangs of disease will ever rack your brain. No storm clouds of adversity will ever disturb the serenity of your sweet sleep. As I conclude this sad subject, let me admonish hr loved ones to be brave amidst their appalling affliction and strive to emulate the teachings and Christian example of her who loved you so fervently; and to my companion, Dr. Gilmore, may the splendid halo of the pure, Christian life of your beloved wife inspire you with hope divine! Wait a time with patience, till the great Grand Master of the Universe shall call you from the toils and vicissitudes of life to the "Temple not made with hands eternal in the Heavens," there at its very portals to meet your darling, where there will be no more harrowing death bed scene, no parting from loved ones, but where all will be joy inexpressible in the presence of that God whose protecting care has extended over all animate life since the time when "the morning stars first sang together," is the sincere wish of your friend.

    J. J. Berry

    Being I append the pathetic adieu indited by the Doctor to his darling wife, which was read at the close of the funeral sermon by our esteemed Mrs. Carrie Hudelson with a pathos and eloquence that demonstrated she had caught the inspiration of its author.

    My Last Farewell to Mary

    My little angel wife has gone;
    I will see her sweet face no more;
    She has gone from earth to her bright home
    To dwell with Christ forever more.

    She will never speak to me again.
    That tender, loving voice I will never hear;
    But she is in glory, free from all pain,
    For there is no pain or suffering there.

    While her body sleeps in the tomb
    Her bring spirit dwells in the skies.
    Around her bright soul gathered no gloom
    As through that bright region it flies.

    Oh sweet Mary! My lovely little wife;
    Could I only speak to you again.
    My soul would swell with delight
    And my mind be freed from sorrow and pain.

    Oh! I will never hear that voice again.
    Never gaze upon that lovely face.
    I must linger her alone in sorrow and pain
    Until the ending of my earthly race

    Then may hap I will be able to mount
    The heavenly heights where Mary dwells
    And grasp those sweet little tiny hands
    Where all will be glorious and, happy and well.

    E. E. Gilmore