, 1905-03-08
Obituary
Mrs. w. G GRnS

" lnter's Sunday as a gracious Provi-
dence has ever blessed us with. there
passed away peacefully into everlast-
ing rest, that " hich we call s%oul-spirit-
all tn t vas If life of Mrs VIM. G.
Gross. In her death Wildwood lost
one of its most warmest champions
and now that she Is g he, there's none
indeed hat can replare her. She verify
lived for her husband and for Wild
wood Her heart throbbed with love
for both. 1t may seem strar ge to say
it and yet it is but too rue that Wild
wo d to a graf many will never be
the same halcyon place in the future
that it was when thiS estimable woman
thought and planned, talked and
worked for its advan, ement, dilated
upon its beauties and with conlidant
Opt ism, p~rophesied wondrous things
for it in the a to come. Her cot
tag $, .Crickets Blythe Sea" aid coax
Rene both of which she planned and
their construction practically superin-
tended herself, are models of neatness
and we're furnished with exquisite
taste. Thee have been copied over
and over, both the interiors and exter-
iors by people who marvelled at their
comfort and convenience and hence
desired to reduplicatr her original and
S riking ideas. In all that pertained
tn tho uynIfa p IN Of thu raC0rt che uraa
ever an ardent and persistant advocate
Tw', or three days before the end came
she said to her husband, 'sDo you think
that / will ever Yet to Wildwood
again ?" Certainly he replied, 1--WE
are doing all that wecan to build you
up so that you can gosthere." He told
her that heswex,t 'a1iigage the second
story room of a hotel where she had
been accustomed to tarry once in a
while during the winter, but she shook
her h. ad and whispered family, "No,
no, not there. | want to go to the
"Crickets''-this was the name of her
dainty cottage at the surf end of Pine
avenue. The house was well named
for the "Cricket on the HEARTH might
well have been written there. The
chirp, chirp, chirp of the sprightly
little fellows in the basement rarely
failed to enliven the summer nights.
The roar of the surf when the incom-
ing tide would pound with its mighty
force on the smooth beaten beach,
seemed to stimulate them to a vocal
contest. Their shrill, sharp, piercing
voices being raised in unison to offset
the glorious music of the pounding
waves, and the harder the breakers
crashed on the glistening sands, the
louder came the chirrups, chirrups,
chirrups, but with the ebbing flow and
the decadence of the surf sounds the
''crickets'' softened their little pipes
down into a harmonic accompani-
ment to natures symphonies. Mrs.
Gross lived in this cottage like a young
girl in a toy house, all was joyous to
her, the sun always seemed to shine
for her, the cool sea breezes always
famed her grateful cheek, while the
life giving ozone stimulated her al
most to mtoXication with its virile
force. This feeling was reflected in all
her dealings with those with whom
she came in contact, because she was
the very font of CHEEKY, delightful
god nature, coupled with a native
force of earnestness that impressed
everyone with the fact that here in
deed was a remarkable woman. 1t
was the writer's very good fortune to
see her often during the past two sea-
sons and he soon learned to know her
worth and appreciate her wonderful
nobility of character, and her untiring
efforts to reflect the joyousness of her
own life into that of others. She thus
became a benson of brightness to all
those of her acquaintance. There
fore, it will not be only her loving hus-
band and relatives who will drop the
silent tear over her memory, but peo-
pie who met her but seldom and still
learned to know her sterling goodness
will likewise shed tears of regret that
she is now no more. Verify, verify, a
light has gone out of Wildwood. You