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Kimball, Finette s. nee Percival


Age: 38, credited to
Unit(s): Camp-follower
Service: Accompanied her husband, 1st Sergeant Isaac Kimball, with Co. B, 3rd VT INF, to the seat of war. Died of typhoid fever near Chain Bridge, Washington, DC.

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Birth: About 1823, Vermont
Death: 10/15/1861

Burial: West Glover Cemetery, Glover, VT
Marker/Plot: Not recorded
Gravestone photographer: Heidi McColgan
Findagrave Memorial #: 6756000


Alias?: None noted
Pension?: Not found
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 Isaac Kimball, Company B, 1st Sergeant


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West Glover Cemetery, Glover, VT

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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 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 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 home-ward 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.

Source: Lamoille Newsdealer, 8 Nov 1861.
Courtesy of Deanna French.