That Youth's Sweet-Scented Manuscript Should Close!
The Nightingale That In The Branches Sang,
Ah Whence, And Whither Flown Again, Who Knows! - E.F."
Though my visit was in the fall of last year, I could envision the rose bushes all greened up and beautiful. There's a nice walkway with a few benches, as well as a sundial. Each bench contains a sentiment about death and / or the rose. Also during that visit, I wondered about Dr. Moss. Who was this person who not only likely financed this memorial garden, but also chose to be buried within it instead of "inside" the church graveyard?
|Fred A. Moss|
August 31, 1893
July 27, 1966
Ah, With Your Love My Fading Days Provide,
And In This Rose-Encircled Garden Side,
Inter My Bones When I've Retired From Life,
To Wait And See Whatever May Betide
Alma, GA. By 1921, he had already obtained a masters degree from Columbia University, and was Professor of Psychology at George Washington University (from where he received a PhD in 1923). He continued his distinguished career as a professor, physician, and psychologist, adding author to his titles in the late 1920's and early 1930's. In 1936, he opened and directed his own Moss Sanitarium in Alexandria, Virginia. Which, by the way, contained a rose garden that yielded "enough roses for a vase to be placed in each patient's room from early May until November."
About 1965, Dr. Moss published another book entitled The Quest of Happiness, containing verses and quotes reflecting his philosophy on life. One such quote:
Whether to Arlington or to old Fairview,
some such place you'll go when life is through,
And what you've done or been will be forgot,
No matter what you do or fail to do.
Fairview, of course, refers to the church in Lawrenceville that his great-grandfather James Russell helped build, and where Mr. Russell and wife were laid to rest upon their deaths. Though he passed away at his Alexandria, VA home in 1966, Fairview was the final resting place chosen by Dr. Moss, instead of ol' Virginia. Why, I'm not sure. Maybe the lure of being by family for all eternity was too great to resist.
To Speak Our Love For Those Who Here Repose.
Come Kiss Its Lips And Whisper In Its Ear,
It Might Pass On Your Message, Ah! Who Knows?
Note: Much of the information for this post came from the Fred A. Moss Charity Trust.