Georgina F. Gray

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• Name: Georgina F. Thompson
• Eby ID Number: Waterloo-102329
• Residence: 1871, Galt (Cambridge), Waterloo Region, Ontario, Canada; Church of Scotland
• Occupation: 1881, Galt (Cambridge), Waterloo Region, Ontario, Canada; Teacher

Georgina married George S. Thompson 13 Oct 1881, Galt (Cambridge), Waterloo Region, Ontario, Canada. George (son of Joseph S. Thompson and Alice Snowdon) was born 1855, , England; died Yes, date unknown. [Group Sheet]

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• Eby ID Number: Waterloo-102328

Henry — Alice L. Fisher. Alice (daughter of Alexander Fisher and Georgina D. Fyfe) was born 1837, , Scotland; died Yes, date unknown. [Group Sheet]

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• Name: Alice L. Gray
• Eby ID Number: Waterloo-102327
• Residence: 1851, Castleton, , Roxburgh, Scotland
• Occupation: 1871, Galt (Cambridge), Waterloo Region, Ontario, Canada; Fancy Goods
• Residence: 1871, Galt (Cambridge), Waterloo Region, Ontario, Canada; Church of Scotland
• Occupation: 1881, Galt (Cambridge), Waterloo Region, Ontario, Canada; Merchant

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• FindAGrave: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/261124503
• Eby ID Number: Waterloo-254280
• Residence: 1829, Castleton, , Roxburgh, Scotland
• Occupation: 1851, Castleton, , Roxburgh, Scotland; school master
• Residence: 1851, Castleton, , Roxburgh, Scotland

Alexander — Georgina D. Fyfe. Georgina was born CALC 25 Mar 1806, Leith, , Midlothian, Scotland; died 25 Dec 1897, Woodstock, Oxford Co., Ontario, Canada; was buried , Mount View Cemetery, Cambridge, Waterloo Region, Ontario, Canada. [Group Sheet]

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• Name: Georgina D. Fisher
• Eby ID Number: Waterloo-254279
• Residence: 1829, Castleton, , Roxburgh, Scotland
• Residence: 1851, Castleton, , Roxburgh, Scotland
• Residence: 1861, Galt (Cambridge), Waterloo Region, Ontario, Canada; Church of Scotland
• Residence: 1871, Galt (Cambridge), Waterloo Region, Ontario, Canada; Church of Scotland

Notes:

MRS. ALEX FISHER To recall the life of someone whom we have known out of the dim shades of the memory into the light of the present consciousness is like invoking a rich benediction upon the soul. It is like the smell of violets in the early spring, or of heliotrope and fragrant roses in the summer, or of hyacinths in midwinter. It is exceedingly refreshing and invigorating. It carries into our present experience a fresh inspiration and a new girding with power, and a higher motive to live more worthily. So we feel as we recall the beautiful and quiet career of Mrs. Fisher. She was one of those charming personalities who carry with them a rich glow of kind, loving feeling, and a motherly warmness of heart and a healthy, heartsome, decisive religiousness of spirit. She was religious with the consent of her whole being, and of large intelligence in the ways of God. A great reader of religious books. Her heart was not walled in, but overflowed with generous and tender affection. It was an unspeakable pleasure to visit her, and hear her narrate her experiences; and that is a precious coin, always current among the godly. She took great delight in gospel truth, and was a beautiful exponent of it in her own mild, sweet nature, and in the lovely and attractive life she lived. She seemed to dwell in the secret place of the Most High, and to abide under the shadow of the Almighty. We cannot forget her sweet Christian contentment, her bright, cheery countenance, enlivened by thought and made beautiful by true piety, her dignified repose of character, that seemed always sufficient for itself, Whatever earthly fountains might supply her with, it was evident that she drew most from those above. Whatever the nether springs afforded, her main reliance was upon the upper springs; and these never run dry. She spent her last years with Mrs. Robertson in Woodstock, where I had the happiness of calling on her frequently, and she was still the same that she had been before, engaged in reading some spiritual book that fed her soul with heavenly manna, conversing with delight upon the great themes of the higher Christian life, seeking zealously greater conformity to Christ, and spending the time in prayer and pious meditation. She loved God's house, and never failed to appear there when she could. And when failing strength hindered her from going there, she often mourned the loss she deeply felt. The house of God meant much to her, was much to her, as it is to all who are truly spiritual. The Bible, which holds the chief place there, held the chief place in her regard. She loved other good books, but this best of all. She had stored her memory with it. One day near the end, when sight had failed and she could no longer see to read, her daughter, Mrs. Alfred Taylor, called and asked, "What are you doing this morning, mother?" "Oh," she said, "I am going through Nehemiah." She was reading it from the tablet of her memory where it was in scribed long before. The Lord, in his love, satisfied all her longings and hungerings after better things, as he said to her, "Come up higher," and the lovely, saintly soul entered into the presence of the King to see Him and be like Him, and to crown Him Lord of all.

Ebenezer: A History of the Central Presbyterian Church, Galt, Ontario, with brief sketches of some of its members who have passed on the the other side, The Rev. James A. R. Dickson