The funeral of the late Mrs. Franklin L. Ives, was held yesterday at her late residence, 376 Main street. There was a large attendance, and many exquisite flowers, the tribute of loving friends, made her quiet rest more beautiful. The services were conducted by Dr. T.F. Hall, pastor of the Methodist Episcopal church, assisted by Dr. Charles S. Pendleton and Dr. Austin Griffin, the latter a life-long friend of the Queal family. Burial will be at West Bainbridge [Chenango Co., NY], where many of her loved ones are laid at rest. Besides her husband, her niece, Mrs. Wendell Morgan, and her nephew, Bernard Benedict of Oneonta, there were present from a distance her nieces Mrs. A.E. Stewart of Utica, and Miss Mary M. Queal of Elmira, W.H. Ives and Mrs. Frank VanCott of Unadilla, Frank S. Clark of Guilford, and Mrs. S.N. Saxton of Milford. Martha Queal Ives, daughter of Rev. and Mrs. William G. Queal, was early trained in the "worth while" things of life. She was especially fond of books and was an apt pupil, being educated after the home schools and academies, in the Cazenovia seminary. She was preeminently a teacher and held the place of lady principal in several schools of New York. After the death of her first husband, Prof. E. Bradley Meaker, she opened a kindergarten and private school in Carbondale, which for years was very successful. Hers was a rare spirit in social circles, and she was counted a great addition mentally and socially in literary club life in Carbondale, and in Syracuse where she later resided. She was also a member of the Woman's club of Oneonta. She was very active in the Methodist Church, was a successful Junior league superintendent and for years had charge of the children's meetings at the Sidney camp grounds. She was also greatly interested in missionary work and had been corresponding secretary of the Foreign Missionary society for the Chenango district, later of the Chenango district and still more recently president for the Oneonta district. She was also honored by being one of two delegates sent to represent the states of New York and New Jersey at a general executive session held in Minneapolis, Minn. Until the death of her second husband, Nathan H. Briggs of Oneonta, she was for several years an efficient Sunday school and mission worker in the Free Baptist church. While she lived in Syracuse many students of the university found her a wise counselor, and she had for years been a second mother to her sister's children, who never can stray far from "auntie's" influence. Her winning personality, trained mind and warm heart made her a power for good. From our standpoint, her life was full of tragedy, but her faith in the goodness of God never wavered. Her third husband, who survives her, is Franklin L. Ives, to whom she was married February 6, 1912. Practically for four years before her death she was much of an invalid, Mr. Ives devoting himself assiduously to her care. During/ her long illness she was uniformly brave and patient, and now that her useful and mortal life is over, she is safe at rest in the Father's home, to go no more out forever--Tuesday's Oneonta Star. Mr. Ives' father was many years ago pastor of the Methodist Church here [Bainbridge, Chenango Co., NY]. [Bainbridge Republican, Mar. 30, 1916]
Elmer E. Shapley, one of Coventryville's [Chenango Co., NY] substantial farmer, died at his home in that place Friday morning, March 24, at 5:30 o'clock, aged 56 years. Mr. Shapley had been in poor health for nearly two years, but with his strong will and ambition he had kept about until a few weeks before his death. In the passing away of Mr. Shapley that vicinity loses a man who has done much for the improvement of the appearance of the farms he has owned and occupied in that neighborhood and his way of doing work was an impetus to others to do for the general appearance of the town. He will be missed greatly in the neighborhood, in the church of which he was a member, but mostly in the home of which he was so fond. He is survived by his wife, one son, Earl Shapley, of North Afton, one daughter, Mrs. Lena Hull, of Schenectady, two brothers and two sisters, besides several nephews and nieces. The funeral services were held Monday at 11 o'clock a.m., at his late home, Rev. J.H. Houston, his pastor, officiating. The body was placed in the vault at Oxford. [Bainbridge Republican, Apr. 6, 1916]
Afton [Chenango Co., NY]: Mrs. M.M. Graham, widow of the late Chas. Graham, Senior, died at her home, East side, Friday, March 31st aged 94 years, 10 months, 4 days. She had been in feeble health, a shut in, for more than two years, dying of old age, causing a hardening arteries and gangrene. She was a member of the M.E. Church, a staunch worker in the interests of the Church, a warm hearted, generous Christian woman, with many friends. Her home was with the daughter-in-law, wife of the late Chas. Graham, Junior, who survives her. Services at her late home Monday p.m., Rev. I. Bronson and C.E. Sweet officiating and burial in Glenwood cemetery [Afton, NY] [Bainbridge Republican, Arp. 13, 1916]
Died, in Coventry [Chenango Co., NY], on the afternoon of September 16th, 1874, Cyrus Smith, aged 53 years. The deceased was the eighth child, and sixth son, of the late Clark Smith, one of the early settlers of Coventry. Cyrus was born on the farm where his father long lived, and he spent his whole life upon the old homestead, or within a few rods of it. Thus he was in the strictest sense a native and citizen of that town. Words seem inadequate to describe such a man as he was. He could be appreciated by those who knew him, but we cannot delineate his character. As a man he was of the noblest and purest type, strictly upright and conscientious in all his dealings. As a friend and neighbor, he was generous and faithful, careful not to offend, and ever ready to forgive--a peacemaker and conciliator among his associates. As a companion he was genial and happy, always having a kind, cheery word for those he met. As a brother, son, husband and father, he was most tender and affectionate. As a Christian, he was sincere and earnest, his piety showing itself in every day life. He had from youth been a member of the second Congregational Church of Coventry, and no one who knew him ever doubted the purity and sincerity of his piety. But he was so retiring and unassuming in his manner that he never made a show of his religion, nor intruded his views on any subject upon others. On account of this peculiarity in him the community in which he lived was doubtless not conscious of his full worth and influence. He was like some of those great blessings which we often enjoy but do not fully realize their value until they have gone from us. Such was he. His death has made a great void in the circle where he moved and his loss will be long and sorely felt. The day of his burial was a sad one for the community. Although the day was stormy, yet a large concourse of people assembled to testify of their loss. His pastor spoke tender, comforting words, yet also words of sorrow and sadness, which showed that deep in his heart he felt that he had lost a strong friend and supporter. Devout men carried him to his burial place in the beautiful cemetery on the hilltop. Ten years before he was one of six sons who lowered the body of their honored father into his tomb, in this same beautiful spot. Now the four remaining brothers lowered his remains to their last resting place. It was a beautiful and touching scene, to witness those brothers, whose heads are well sprinkled with silver, perform this last office of affection to the companion of their childhood. But they can do no more for him; he has gone. And as the clods have covered his coffin many feel that they will miss him. All feel that a good man has gone to his grave, and to his reward. The Church of which he was so long a member will miss him; the neighborhood in which he lived will miss him; the large circle of relatives in which he was a ray of sunshine, will miss the cheery voice; his aged mother has received yet another sorrow to her heart, and misses another from her treasures upon earth. The house will feel that its great light has gone out. But while he is missed so much here, the throng of the redeemed has gained one more of its number. Another soul is at rest. That mother can feel that another has been called to meet her on the evergreen shore and the widow and the fatherless may trust the God who "doeth all things well."
"Bury the dead and weep
in stillness o'er the loss;
Bury the dead; in Christ they sleep,
Who bore on earth his cross."
[Bainbridge Republican, Sept. 26, 1874]
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