Date of birth:
Date of death: 22 Oct 1927

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Burial Information

Section 09 (Click Here for Section Map)
Cemetery: Odd Fellows Cemetery
Plot: 0165-01
Status: Occupied

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Notes

IN MEMORIAM.

Entered into Light Perpetual, the afternoon of Saturday, Oct. 22nd, 1927, Miss Berta Vandenbergh.

Born in Richmond, Va., her parents moved to Columbus, Ga., when Miss Vandenbergh was a mere baby and it was in Columbus where she spent the early years of her life, her father having a large music store there and being the organist of the Episcopal church. Left an orphan, when fourteen years old, Miss Vandenbergh studied millinery and earned an independent livelihood weaving dainty creations with skilled fingers.

Knowing little of the half sister who had married Mr. F. A. Jordan and moved to Mississippi, the tracing of a "Family Tree" brought her relatives in touch and Miss Vandenbergh to Lexington, twenty-two years ago. Belonging to the "Vietorians," and of a type almost extinct, one knew that, embodied in her, pride was self-respect, reticence, an understanding of the reserve others held dear; that principle and honor are never old fashioned, that liberty could never become laxity, nor progress so sweeping as to be loose.

She was broad, in vision and kindly to the young; gentle, dignified and true, gaining and holding friends by her steadfastness. Loyal in every relation, Miss Vandenbergh was unswerving in her devotion to those who were "knit together in one communion." She loved all the refinements of life. Music was her heritage, and one seems to hear now the echo of the sweet alto humming, which was but a faint reflection of the strong, full tones which gave pleasure in the church of her ancestors "back home."

Her passing was as quiet as her life and, in memory, we will keep the little deeds of kindness and encouragement, the invincible spirit, the sunny optimism these things, which somehow tell us that "the personal touch makes the eternal joy."

So, to the nieces and nephews who miss "Aunt Berta" from the home, there lingers, like the gold and blue of the balmy October air, the influence of a gentle and noble nature.

"Call it not death when you hear one has passed

The gate to wondrous Light.

Only a home coming, loved ones at last,

Long hidden from the sight.

Strength and the freshness of youth now again

When touched the blissful shore.

Freedom from weariness, freedom from pain

Shall be forever more."

-A FRIEND.

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