Born: March 16, 1820, Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts.

Died: No­vem­ber 25, 1905, at the home of her bro­ther, Dan­i­el W. Pep­per, Chel­sea, Mas­sa­chu­setts.

Buried: Wood­lawn Ce­me­te­ry, Ev­er­ett, Mas­sa­chu­setts.

Pseudonym: Min­nie Wa­ters.


Mary was the daugh­ter of Da­ni­el Free­man Pep­per and Bet­sey Burke, and wife of Ell­is Ush­er Kid­der (mar­ried 1844).

She was blind­ed as a teen­ag­er, but for­tu­nate­ly for hymn lov­ers, had her sight re­stored af­ter a few years.

She be­longed to the Me­tho­dist Epis­co­pal Church, and lived 46 years in New York Ci­ty.



The Bright Side

There is many a rest in the road of life,
If only we would stop to take it;
And many a tone from the better land,
If the querulous heart would wake it!
To the sunny soul, that is full of hope,
And whose beautiful trust ne’er faileth,
The grass is green and the flowers bright,
Though the wintry storm prevaileth.

Better to hope, though the clouds hang low,
And to keep the eye still lifted;
For the sweet blue sky will soon peep through,
When the ominous clouds are rifted!
There was never a night without a day,
Or an evening without a morning;
And the darkest hour, as the proverb goes,
Is the hour before the dawning.

There is many a gem in the path of life,
Which we pass in our idle pleasure,
That is richer far than the jeweled crown,
Or the miser’s hoarded treasure:
It may be the love of a little child,
Or a mother’s prayers to Hea­ven,
Or only a beggar’s grateful thanks
For a cup of water given.

Better to weave in the web of life
A bright and golden filling,
And to do God’s will with a ready heart,
And hands that are swift and willing,
Than to snap the delicate, slender threads
Of our curious lives asunder,
And then blame Heaven for the tangled ends,
And sit and grieve and wonder.

Mary Ann Kidder (1820–1905)



Help Needed

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Kid­der (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),