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Amelia "Amy" Love
1867 – 11 Nov 1952
| Birth | 1867 |
| Death | 11 Nov 1952 |
| Cemetery | Roselawn Cemetery Pueblo , Pueblo County , Colorado , USA |
| FaG | https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/139196191 |
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ROUCH Funeral Home, Pueblo, Colorado. Burial November 11, 1952 @ Roselawn Cemetery. Father is John Watson Love he passed away in Scotland ************************************************************************************** DENVER GIRL A MANIAC Colorado Springs, Aug. 31 Miss Amy Love, a Denver girl visiting here, became suddenly insane and was removed to the City hospital. Early this morning she attempted suicide by hanging herself with the bedclothes. She was discovered when just a spark of life was left. Her recovery is doubtful. --Telluride Daily Journal, 31 Aug 1897 TRIED TO HANG HERSELF Insane Woman at the County Jail Attempted Suicide Yesterday but was Discovered in Time Miss Amy Love, an unfortunate school teacher, recently from Denver, who became violently insane at the Sisters Hospital a few weeks ago, attempted suicide at the county jail yesterday morning by hanging herself. The woman managed to secure a short rope suspended from the ceiling and making a noose, placed it around her neck and jumped from a chair. Jailer John Lay discovered Miss Love in time to cut her down, and after hard work, he succeeded in bringing her around. Dr Spicer attended her later, and last night she had entirely recovered from the effets of her rash act, suffering no injuries save an exceedingly sore throat. Miss Love's case is a very pitiful one. She came here from Denver recently to attend the Normal Institute, but her mind suddenly gave way and she was removed to the St. Francis Hospital. Later she became violent, which necessitated her removal to the county jail, as no room could be secured in the overcrowded insane asylum at Pueblo. --Colorado Springs Gazette, Sept 2, 1897, pg 8 ************************************************************************************* Telluride Daily Journal 8-31-1897 Denver Girl a Maniac Colorado Springs, Aug. 31 Miss Any Love, a Denver girl visiting here, became suddenly insane and was removed to the City hospital. Early this morning she attempted suicide by hanging herself with the bed clothes. She was discovered when just a spark of life was left. Her recovery is doubtful. Denver Evening Post 8-31-1897 Attempted Suicide Denver Girl Becomes Insane at Colorado Springs Colorado Springs, Aug. 31 Miss Amy Love, a young lady from Denver, came to this city about two weeks ago to visit her two sisters, who reside here. Shortly after her arrival the young lady was taken ill and was removed to St. Francis hospital, where she soon became violently insane. As a result of this illness she was removed to the county jail, where this morning she attempted suicide. She took the bed clothes, which she tied together and proceeded to hang herself. She was discovered with just a breath of life left and was cut down. A physician was summoned and at noon says that there is a chance of her living. Rocky Mountain News 9-1-1897 Attempted Suicide Colorado Springs, Colo., Aug. 31 Amy Love, an insane woman who has been confined in the county jail for the past week, attempted to commit suicide this morning by hanging herself. By some means she secured a rope and attached it to the grating of a window, put her head through and jumped off of her chair. Jailer Lay cut her down in time to save her life. Colorado Springs Gazette, 9-2-1897 TRIED TO HANG HERSELF Insane Woman at the County Jail Attempted Suicide Yesterday but was Discovered in Time Miss Amy Love, an unfortunate school teacher, recently from Denver, who became violently insane at the Sisters Hospital a few weeks ago, attempted suicide at the county jail yesterday morning by hanging herself. The woman managed to secure a short rope suspended from the ceiling and making a noose, placed it around her neck and jumped from a chair. Jailer John Lay discovered Miss Love in time to cut her down, and after hard work, he succeeded in bringing her around. Dr Spicer attended her later, and last night she had entirely recovered from the effets of her rash act, suffering no injuries save an exceedingly sore throat. Miss Love's case is a very pitiful one. She came here from Denver recently to attend the Normal Institute, but her mind suddenly gave way and she was removed to the St. Francis Hospital. Later she became violent, which necessitated her removal to the county jail, as no room could be secured in the overcrowded insane asylum at Pueblo. Rocky Mountain News 9-4-1897 Removed to Denver Colorado Springs, Colo., Sept. 3 Deputy Sheriff Pope came down from Denver this afternoon for the purpose of taking Miss Amy Love, the insane woman who tried to hang herself in the county jail here a few weeks ago, to Denver. Rocky Mountain News 10-4-1898 Insane Patient at Large Amy Love who was committed to the county hospital for insanity after an attempt at suicide at the City park lake, walked away from the institution last night. Denver Evening Post 11-9-1898 Amy Love, Missing, Has the Suicidal Mania Amy Love, an inmate of the county hospital, escaped from that institution Tuesday morning about 11 o'clock. She is afflicted with suicidal mania, and on four occasions she attempted to take her life. Hanging seems to be her choice of leaving this world, as she has attempted that mode of exit three times, once at Colorado Springs and twice at the county hospital. On one occasion she escaped from the building and went to consult an attorney about her release. Upon returning she locked herself in her room and all efforts to induce her to come out were in vain. She had torn two sheets into strips and had made a rope strong enough to hang a horse with. After this attempt she was watched a little closer, but at the time of her escape was allowed to walk around the corridor. Everything was favorable for her escape, as it was snowing hard and only one nurse was about at the time. She succeeded in getting a blue mackintosh – wherefrom the authorities do not know – with which she disguised herself. Amy Love was adjudged insane the 21st of last May, but has been afflicted with insanity for the past two years and was kept at the county hospital because of lack of room at the asylum. She is 31 years of age and rather good looking. She was allowed the use of the corridor and gave very little trouble except when in one of her spells. Dr. Lawn, the attending physician, believes that she will, upon the first opportunity, commit suicide and is very anxious for some trace of her. Letters were received for her from Kirk, Colo., where the missing woman has relatives, and it is supposed that she was supplied with money through them, as the money she had at the hospital is still in the safe. This is her second escape from this institution. Last summer she nearly succeeded in her attempt to drown herself in the little lake at City park. She is a blonde, weighs about 135 pounds and is 5 feet 6 inches in height. Denver Evening Post 11-10-1898 Love, After All, Cuts Some Figure in Life Amy Love “A friend to see you, Amy,” said one of the attendants at the county hospital this morning as she ushered into the insanity ward a gentleman who had professed an interest in Amy Love, a patient suffering from suicidal mania, who escaped from the hospital Tuesday and was found and brought back yesterday. Amy Love lay deep in her cot with one arm and a shoulder protruding from under the coverlid and her head bolstered up rather high. “Take a chair, sir,” said she in a pleasant tone of voice; “I don't know you, but take a chair.” As she spoke she laid aside a Spanish-English dictionary. Lying within reach were a “Spanish Self Taught” and a pocket English dictionary. The girl's face was pretty. She is said to be 30 years old, but most people would have to be shown her birth register before they would believe it; she looks much younger than that. Her face is oval, her features fairly regular, her eyes gray-blue and there is a wistful and at the same time half-coquettish quality in her smile. “Studying Spanish, eh,” said the caller by way of an easy opener to a conversation with Amy Love. “Si, senor,” she responded with a little laugh, “poco.” “Puede hablar la lengua?” “Oh, now I can't follow you; I think you mean to ask me if I have learned to speak the language. I have learned to speak the language, but I have only learned a little.” “You learned a way to make your escape from this institution I hear,” said the visitor. The smile faded from the face on the pillow. “Yes, I managed to give them the slip, but they got me back again. I didn't go very far; I was over at the home of Mrs. Price on South Fourteenth street. You know how I happened to be brought here, don't you? Well, it was just because I tried to drown myself in the lake out in the park.” “Not for a little thing like that, surely,” said the visitor with well simulated astonishment. “Yes, sir, just for that. Did you ever hear the like of that?” “Never in my life.” “I've wished a thousand times that I was stone dead and resting easy at the bottom of that lake,” she went on, her expressive face again overcast with gloom. “By the way, why did you jump in the lake?” asked the caller in a careless, casual way. “Oh, I was just tired of everything, tired of work, tired of the sameness of things.” “Tired of waiting to hear from him?” was suggested. “Him? Who?” a curious smile that ended in a compression of the lips that made them white accompanied the quick look and the question. “Why, the fellow you left behind you at Kirk. I think that is where you came from.” Amy Love waited quite a while before she said anything. While she waited she kept her gaze on the coverlid which she fingered. “Yes,” she said at last. “I came from Kirk, out in the east end of Arapahoe county, but I left no fellow there. I left my two sisters and my brother-in-law when I came to Denver and I went to work as housemaid in the family of Lawyer Smith – but I didn't jump into the water on account of any fellow – at least nobody at Kirk,” she concluded, somewhat abruptly. “Yes, you did jump into the water on account of him, because you thought he did not care for you, and he does live in the eastern part of the county.” Amy Love flushed from her throat to her hair and smiled in a shame-faced way for a second and then turned on her questioner rather fiercely. “Well, a body has got to think. It was thinking did it. If only one didn't have to think – look how happy little pigs are. They run around and squeal till they get their dinners, then they grunt and lie down and sleep, but they don't think.” She was almost sitting up in the bed now and the fingers of her left hand combed her hair. After a little she dropped back on her pillow. “What is his name and where does he live?” the caller asked gently. “He lives at Tuttle. I won't tell you his name, there's no use. Yes, I would like to hear from him but he will have to take the initiative; I will never write to him. Do you really want me to tell you his name?” Her manner was coquettish again, her smile teasing. “Certainly, I do.” “Well, I won't, but I'll tell you one thing, it's a word of two syllables and it begins with G. Now let's see how good you are at guessing.” Denver Evening Post 12-16-1898 Her Regular Jaunt Amy Love, a partly insane woman, escaped from the county hospital last night for the ninth or tenth time. She came down, was recognized by a policeman and was sent back to the hospital. Denver Evening Post 1-8-1899 In The Wards For Insane Chats With Mother McDonald, William H. Lahey, Edward Vosborg, Amy Love and the Evasion of Mrs. Guire It was cosy in the office of the county hospital. There was warmth and the clock ticked and Dr. Long wrote at a neatly kept desk. "We have twenty-three of them now,” said the doctor, resuming the conversation in a leisurely manner as he finished making his notes and put up the pad. The talk had been of insane patients. “Sixteen of these are women,” he continued; “the others are men. Would you like to see some of them?” The visitor said he would and the courteous doctor led the way. Out in the corridor two tidy women in white caps were mopping the floor. Through the open doors on either side one could get glimpses of cleanly store rooms, a shining kitchen, a well ordered dining room and a methodically arranged drug department. “Wait till I get the key to No. 4,” said Dr. Long as he went into a small room near the stairway. He was back in a second, and the two proceeded to an apartment with a grated door, which, being opened, brought to view a lobby with other grated doors opening into it. ... “And you remember Amy Love, don't you? She tried to drown herself in the lake in City park last May.” “Oh, yes.” “Well, you want to see her. She leaves tomorrow for the asylum at Pueblo and she thinks she is going to her home out in the east end of Arapahoe county and she is quite happy about it.” Amy Love was found in a room with three others suffering from mental disorders. One of these was Angie Guire, a large, full-faced pleasant looking woman who last March, in a merry mood, attempted to burn up her house in North Denver and, incidentally, to cremate her baby and her mother. “Are you getting ready to go, Amy?” asked the doctor. The girl thus addressed sat on her cot reading a book, which she at once dropped, turning toward the speaker a pleasant, intelligent, almost a pretty face. “Yes, doctor, what little getting ready there is to do.” As she spoke she smiled and her face became actually attractive. Then she looked up at the other intruder and recognized him and smiled more broadly. “Why, howdy do,” said she, extending a white, shapely hand. “You see, I remember you.” “Who am I?” asked the visitor. “I think you were sharp enough not to mention your name, but you are the gentleman who came to see me the day after I ran away and was brought back and you asked me all about myself and why I pitched myself into the lake in the park.” She looked around over her shoulder and smiled in a half coquettish manner. “Yes, and you didn't tell me why, either.” “Maybe I didn't know why,” and she laughed gently and seemed to be enjoying herself. She is only 25 years old, this girl, and but for her mental ailment she would be as good a catch as any young man need seek. The theory of her case is that a love affair was at the bottom of her disease, and she once made some vague admissions about some one who would not write. “And will you be glad to get away?” she was asked. “Glad, I should say so. There is nothing so attractive about this place as to fill one with regret at leaving it,” she answered. “Ha! ha! ha!” broke in Mrs. Guire, stopping her needle that had been busy with some fancy work, “she's right about that.” “To be sure the country is dreary in the winter.” Amy Love proceeded without noticing the interruption, “but spring will soon come and the flowers – oh, what lakes and seas of flowers!” She spread out her hands and was for an instant glorified at the thought. It was touching, this fine, intellectual appreciation of the beautiful in nature, this longing for freedom and the flowers. Especially was it so to the two who listened and knew she was but to be transferred from one walled enclosure to another. “And I might get something to do,” she went on intelligently. “The schools will all be taken – I taught one once,” she interjected, a look of pride in her face, “but I can do stenography and I would make a very fair amanuensis.” “And will you see the young man when you go home?” Her smile stopped and then came again gently and her face and neck became crimson as the blood surged there. “What young man?” “The one who wouldn't write – the one you hoped and hoped to hear from.” “I don't think I ever said there was one. No young man cares for me,” but her face grew sad, pitifully sad, for an instant and then she moved her hand downward as if to dismiss that subject and said, “but I go tomorrow, don't I, doctor?” and was happy again. “When I come here,” cut in Mrs. Guire again, as irrelevantly as Mr. F.'s aunt, “I took a whole dose o' morphine and I told all about myself and my business affairs. I told” – But the doctor and visitor said good bye to Amy Love and went away without finding out what else it was Mrs. Guire told.
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