Title	Mrs.
Last Name	Ramsdell
First Name	Rose
Middle Name
Maiden Name	Lewis
Nick Name
Place of Birth	St. Albans, ME
Date of Birth	1861-08-30
Place of Death
Date of Death	1928-05-28
Publication	The Eastern Gazette 1-13-1929, p.5
Obituary	Rose Lewis Ramsdell Recent issues of Maine papers have briefly given the death of Mrs. Ramsdell, who passed to the Great Beyond on Dec. 5th. Mrs. Ramsdell at the time of her death was living with her daughter, Sadie, (Mrs. Shepherd Hopkins) She was confined to her bed but 2 1/2 days. She bore her suffering so patiently that even her daughter, who cared for her most devotedly, could not realize the end was so near. Mrs. Ramsdell was born in St. Albans Aug. 30th, 1861. She was the daughter of James and Jane Lewis, the youngest of five children, all which have passed on to their last resting place. When a small child, she moved with her parents into Ripley and here she passed the greater part of her life. About 20 years ago Mrs. Ramsdell went to the Aroostook, where she assisted her brother, William Lewis in his large store, and helped care for her father in his declining years. Later she spent some years in Dexter, she made many friends in Sherman and Dexter, that will grieve at the news of her death. Her loyalty as a friend, her sweet disposition, and her generous qualities of heart and mind, endeared her to all. It saddens our hearts, to realize she has gone from us, that never again shall we hear her cheery greeting, or feel her brightening presence. Her spirit will long live in the hearts of all who knew her -- an inspiration for good -- for kindness, and thoughtfulness of others. Her friendship will always remain a blessed memory. She leaves to mourn their loss, her only child, Mrs. Shepherd Hopkins, and husband and one grandchild, Donald Hopkins. Several nieces and nephews and a wide circle of friends. Funeral services were held at her daughters Mrs. Hopkins, Rev. Mr. Dunham of Dexter, officiating. There was a large gathering of friends. The many flowers that covered the casket were a fitting emblem of the beautiful life of the deceased. The loved form was borne to rest by the side of her sister, in Ferndale cemetery. "To die is landing on some friendly shore Where billows never break, nor tem- pests roar."