1847 in New Orleans, Louisiana |
||July 12, 1921 in
Lake Charles, Louisiana|
Lake Charles, Louisiana (Map
1868 in St. Peter's
Episcopal Church, New Orleans, Louisiana|
Christina "Babette" Fitzenreiter|
Leo Fitzenreiter, Sr.|
DIED THIS MORNING.
Arrangements Will Wait Arrival of Relatives
Fitzenreiter, 74 years old died at the home of her son Charles
Fitzenreiter, at 518 Ford street this morning at 9:30 o'clock.
No funeral arrangements have been made as yet nor no time for
burial, awaiting arrival in the city of some of her children
and of other relatives and
Fitzenreiter was the daughter of Capt. Daniel Goos, and was
born in New Orleans, Dec. 20, 1847. She spent her life since
childhood here, and was one of the old citizens of the
survived by the following children; Mrs. James McCain, Mrs.
Chas. Richards, Mrs. Hartwell Elliott, Mrs. Frank Gallaugher,
Charles Fitzenreiter, and Walter Fitzenreiter of
was a sister of Mrs. Ellen Lock, Mrs. J. A. Bel, Mrs. W. W.
Flanders, Mrs. E. M. Richards and Fred Goos.
Mrs. Barbara C.
C. Fitzenreiter, daughter of Daniel Goos and Katherine B.
Moeling, and wife of the late Captain Charles Fitzenreiter,
died in this city July
Fitzenreiter was born in the city of New Orleans December 20,
1847, and came to Lake Charles in her young girlhood to live
her long and sweetly, useful
were to ask what was the predominant, outstanding trait of
"Babette" Fitzenreiter's character, the answer must be, loving
sympathy. If trouble came, if dark clouds lowered, if the
spirit was crushed with an unfair load, then Aunt Babette was
sought and always the wisdom of her love brought healing and
True and faithful as wife, mother and friend, she demanded and
received, always received the same truth and faithfulness from
all who knew
daughter, she toiled with hand and brain to establish the
family fortunes, and her last days were days of peace crowned
by the love of her children and the warm affection of hosts of
religion was of the sweet every day kind that like the
flower's perfume, unseen permeated her every action; as the
good priest said in his beautiful eulogy at her funeral, her
mission was, not here to live forever, but to live forever.
And so she lived and will live while all who knew her survive.
But a little while before her death she asked a granddaughter
to transcribe for her a prayer that greatly appealed to her.
When it was finished and read to her, she smiled and
whispered: "Wasn't that a beautiful ending?" and a few moments
later a beautiful life came to a beautiful
for the good of others here, she now rests with the saints
Over There, where sorrow becomes joy, and tears are melted