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Chapter 11
Epilogue
And so it was that men, women and children gathered to pay their
respect to, John Anderson, that last day at Ormond, out-of-doors near
his Santa Lucia Plantation orange grove, doors and windows of his
cottage open to the sunshine of a perfect day, the air warm and soft
and laden with Jessamine and spicy odors of blossoming shrubs, rich
and poor, and of various nationalities, and all moved to tears...
They said, “We don’t know what we are to do without him.” And with
reverent hands they placed the palmetto and palm from the cottage
where he and his father had lived, to be mingled later with the pine
and balsam and spruces from the woods of Hollis, from Exeter and
Windham and from Bretton Woods.
The final service was held at the First Parrish Church at Portland,
Maine, the place of worship of his family for many years and full of
sacred associations, on February 24, 1911.
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