Daughter of Fairfield Herbert Whiting and Margaret Harper Douglas. Siblings include: Charles Henry Whiting, Douglas Whiting, Fairfax Herbert Whiting, Francis Beverly Whiting
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Gloucester-Mathews Gazette-Journal (Gloucester, Va.),
Thursday, 9 March 1939, p4, c2

Margaret Carlysle(sic)
(By Fanny James Nicolson)

"The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn I've sighed for,
The fair, sweet morn awakes.
Dark, dark, has been the midnight
But day-spring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land."

The above is the first verse of a poem greatly loved by Miss Margaret Carlysle Whiting and so often quoted by her for many years, that in the light of her passing on Friday morning, March 3, presumably at the hour of dawn, it now stands as a prophecy. She had been expecting and praying for just sent an entrance into her Immanuel's land, and while we love her and miss her, we would not rob her of one moment of the glory of her answered prayer.

Margaret Carlysle Whiting, born in Alexandria, Va., January 12, 1861, was the youngest child of Fairfax Herbert Whiting and Margaret Douglas Whiting.

She only faintly remember the mother who died when she was a little child, and her aunt, Mrs. Helen Douglas James, and her husband, Dr. Edward W. James, raised her, loved and cared for her as best they could and she in turn, did the same for them, when they needed her care and her devoted love, which she lavished upon them in an overflowing measure.

As her "Uncle Edward's " people became her people, especially his brother, Captain Joseph S. James and his wife and family, she lived with them at Ship Yard in Gloucester county, for several years, when she was a young girl, and it was there as she often said, that she first knew the blessings and the joy of a real home, and she loved her adopted Uncle Joe and Aunt Mattie as she called them, almost as much as she did her foster-parents.

She and Mary James, later Mrs. John Tabb of Summerville, spent the happy hours of their childhood together at the home, Ship Yard, they rode their little boat on the beautiful Wilson's Creek, they worshiped together at old Abingdon Church and they loved with equal devotion the cousins and neighborhood, the Land's End Joneses, the Merediths, Vandergrifts, Pages, Seldons and Byrds and many others in the neighborhood, especially Dr. Phil Taliaferro.

She was "Sister Maggie "to the two younger James children and she was "Aunt Margaret" to the Nicolson children and "Cousin Margaret" to the Tabb children.

She did not live at the Ship Yard very long for anyone time, but in the brave, heroic battle of her after-life, she returned often to Gloucester, the Colonial home of her ancestors in the days of the past, and the place where a welcome always waited her and where she enjoyed a happy home for a few short years in her early youth and again for a little more than two years in her old age.

She was laid to rest in Abington Churchyard at the side of her "Uncle Joe" and around her open grave stood most of those that were left of the friends of her youth and those that she loved best of the friends of her old age, Joe Carruthers and her best loved nephew, Raymond Whiting and his mother; also her niece and her husband, Mr. and Mrs. T. C. Atkerson of Washington, D.C.

Besides these, she leaves one brother, Douglas Whiting of Washington, D.C., and several nephews.

The pallbearers were Raymond Whiting, Thomas C. Atkeson, Joseph Carruthers and Roy Nicholson, Llewellyn Nicholson and Joseph Tabb. Statesman Roane and Dr. James Clements, all of whom she loved and who loved her still now that she has reached Immanuel's Land.