Ann E. Wade Dies in Her 100th Year: Husband Was Builder of Many Landmarks in Eastern District

Citation: "Ann E. Wade Dies in Her 100th Year," The Standard Union (Brooklyn, New York), 16 December 1915, p. 6; image, Newspapers.com (clipping by mattjameswade, 6 July 2019).

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ANN E. WADE DIES IN HER 100TH YEAR. Passes Away at Home of Son in Greene Avenue From Bronchial Pneumonia. HAD BEEN ILL ONLY A WEEK. Husband Was Builder of Many Landmarks in Eastern District.
Eliza Ann Wade, who lacked less than three months of being 100 years old, died yesterday after an illness of one week of bronchial pneumonia at her home, 908 Greene avenue, where she lived with her only surviving son, Dr. John E. Wade. She had been in good health until a week ago, when she was stricken with a cold. The Rev. Dr. M. A. Levy, of the Greene Avenue Baptist Church, will conduct funeral services at 7:45 P. M. tomorrow. Burial Saturday probably will be in Cypress Hills Cemetery.
Mrs. Wade was born in Manhattan on March 1, 1816. She was the widow of James M. Wade, one of the pioneer builders and real estate brokers in the Eastern District, who died forty years ago. Until her last illness she was comparatively active and spent hours each day reading, sewing and knitting. She was deeply interested in everything going on about her until the last.
Mrs. Wade came to Brooklyn in 1845 and was for many years connected with the Trinity Baptist Church, which recently consolidated for the Greene Avenue Baptist Church. She was well known among the younger set of the church, and her stories of New York in the early days were always interesting.
She was the mother of four sons, James D., William H., Durlyn and Dr. John E. The last named is the only survivor. Her husband erected many of the old landmarks still standing in the Eastern District.
On March 1 last, when Mrs. Wade celebrated her ninety-ninth birthday, she was as spry as many of those present twenty and thirty years younger. She mixed with her guests, who numbered more than one hundred, and during the evening became reminiscent of the days when the city line was at what is now Fourteenth street, Manhattan. One of the proudest moments of her life, she was in the habit of relating, was when Gen. Lafayette came to this country and she, as a schoolgirl, shook hands with him.