North Afton [Chenango Co. NY]: News of the death of Charles McDonald of Richmondville [Schoharie Co., NY] reached this place Sunday morning. Mr. McDonald married a sister of S.H. Beatman and for years drove the stage from Greene to Bainbridge. He was a man of advanced years. The remains will be buried in the North Afton Cemetery. [Bainbridge Republican, March 21, 1929]
Frank A. Lyon, who for eleven years has been connected with the Oneonta water works, died after an extended illness at his home in Afton [Chenango Co., NY], October 19. Funeral services were held Tuesday from his home in Afton and burial was in the West Bainbridge cemetery [Chenango Co., NY]. Mr. Lyon was born in Bainbridge June 18, 1864, and had spent most of his life in this section. He was engaged in the lumber business before moving to Oneonta [Otsego Co., NY]. Survivors are his widow, two daughters and two sisters, Mrs. Carrie Parker, of Oxford, and Mrs. Sarah Shapley, of Bainbridge. [Bainbridge News & Republican, Oct. 24, 1935]
Ira A. Yale, son of Richard and Rebecca Yale, who was born and lived for a number of years in Yalesville [Guilford, Chenango Co., NY], died at his home in Windsor, Mo., Oct. 25, at the age of 93. Mr. Yale for quite a time had a dental office in Bainbridge and one in Afton [Chenango Co., NY]. In the fall of the year 1879, Mr. and Mrs. Yale and two daughters moved to Nebraska and with his parents were among the pioneers of that region. They were among the founders and supporters of the first church in that section of the country. Mr. Yale is survived by a daughter, two grandchildren, and five great grandchildren. Relatives in Bainbridge are Hudson Lyon, Jesse Doolittle, and Miss Agnes Hayes. [Bainbridge News & Republican, Oct. 31, 1935]
Calvin J. Lyon, well known resident of West Bainbridge [Chenango Co., NY] where he spent the greater part of his life, passed away Tuesday forenoon at Unadilla [Otsego Co., NY]. Mr. Lyon was born at West Bainbridge on April 20, 1863, the son of Spardon and Elmira Briggs Lyon, one of a family of nine children. As a young man he learned the trade of a carpenter, which he followed until about ten years ago. Since then he has been employed on the farm of Ward Loomis near Brackett Lake. Survivors are three brothers, Richard of West Bainbridge, Ernest of Coventry, and Edward of Oxford. Funeral services will be held Saturday afternoon at the chapel of Colwell Brothers West Main Street, with the Rev. Dawson, pastor of the Union Valley M.E. Church officiating. Interment will be made at the West Bainbridge cemetery. [Bainbridge News & Republican, Nov. 28, 1935]
Gideon Evans, of the 44th N.Y. Regiment, who was wounded in the neck at the battle of the Wilderness, died from the effects of his wound at the 5th Corps Hospital, Fredericksburg, Friday, May 20th, 1864. The above intelligence comes upon us with a suddenness which in these war times is not uncommon. Though we knew from the start that his wound was dangerous, a fatal termination had been so long delayed as to raise a hope that the worst anticipations might not be realized. That hope is now blasted, and the blow falls heavily upon all who knew him. His brothers in and out of the army keenly feel his loss, and still more does that aged loyal father, who had early instilled into the minds of his children true principles, feel the crushing blow. He has nothing to reproach himself with. Gideon was a true soldier and fell where he most wished--fighting for his country. His name will live forever with the thousands who have laid their lives upon the altar of their country. [Chenango Telegraph, June 8, 1864]
Josephine B. Monfort, died April 14th, 1876, aged 39 years and 8 months and 6 days. After a brief period of suffering care, she has been called from family and friends to that better and brighter home to be forever at rest. Such is life, but a few steps from the cradle to the grave, all its issues are in the hand of God. When we begin to live we begin to die. Passing away is indelibly written upon all the landmarks of life as our inevitable doom. Our days flow away like the water, and we spend the years as a tale that is told, "borne on by the resistless course of time, we find ourselves nearing the shore of the unseen land, and pausing ere we cross the dread giver of death. As we see the last change, the palling cheek, the quivering lips and closing eyes, moments are lengthening into hours, the innermost recesses of our being are stirred. The bursting heart would break with anguish unspeakable and full of woe, were it not for the assurances that the stern decree, 'dust thou art and unto dust thou shall return,' hath no power over the soul, and though loved friends die, they shall live again." Bainbridge Republican, April 22, 1876]
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