Obituaries (June 28)

Katie L. Goodale

Utica Saturday Globe, May 1914

 

Katie L. Goodale

1843 - 1914

Mrs. Warren J. Goodale a former well-known resident of Norwich, who died at her home in Binghamton [Broome Co., NY] on Thursday evening, was born in Massena, St. Lawrence county, June 30, 1843.  When she completed her school days she qualified as a teacher and followed that occupation for a number of years.  In 1868 she married Mr. Goodale and they came to  Norwich to reside, remaining 20 years, during which Mrs. Goodale was prominent in the social life and Sunday school of the First Baptist Church.  After their removal to Binghamton Mrs. Goodale continued her interest in church work in that city until failing health precluded her taking an active part.

 

Georgiana Graves

Chenango Union, December 2, 1897

It was with thankfulness that all heard that the sufferings of Miss Georgiana Graves were ended, that she had entered into rest on the morning of November 28.  Since May, she has borne the heavy burden of hopeless disease, and for the last few weeks has been seemingly at death's door praying for deliverance. The ministry of the faithful watchers, who cared for her will never be forgotten. Georgia was universally loved and respected, a faithful daughter, sister, and Christian, though of late years not often mingling with worshipers in the church, as life's burdens were heavy for the frail shoulders.

Chenango Union, December 9, 1897

The funeral of Georgiana Graves was largely attended at her late home, showing the esteem with which she was held by the community.  She loved flowers; they adorned her casket while she gathers the flowers of paradise.  The sermon by her pastor, Rev. W.T. Blair, was tender and appreciative the prayer by Rev. Mr. Spooner, and the singing by a quartet lifted the heart to the joy which she had entered. 

 

Franklyn Mowry

Chenango Union, November 25, 1897

The dead body of Franklyn Mowry, of Oxford [Chenango Co., NY], who has been missing from his home since Tuesday of last week, was found on Saturday within fifty rods of his own house.  Mr. Mowry was a popular man in the neighborhood where he resided, east of the village, and was a kind husband and father and an obliging neighbor.  His only weakness was appetite for liquor.  On Tuesday he returned from a visit at Binghamton.  Before going from the village to his home on the hill he purchased a suit of clothes and an eight ounce of carbolic acid which he said he wanted to kill lice in his hen house. Shortly after five o'clock he started to walk to his home. About six he called at the residence of Seymour Young, about a mile from  home.  He said that he had fallen and broken a bottle of carbolic acid in his pocket and the acid had burned his leg.  He asked for a liniment, which was brought and he bathed the injured parts.  He was invited to spend the night but refused and the offer of the Seymour boy to see him home with a lantern was also declined.  Mr. Mowry stating that he would be at home in a few minutes.  From that time nothing was seen of him until his body was found by his son-in-law, J.E. Brown, of Oxford, Saturday morning.  It was about fifty rods from the house, under a tree just over the fence from the road and covered with snow.  Mr. Brown summoned assistance and Dr. Fernalld was called. He found the broken bottle which had contained carbolic acid in one pocket and in another a partially filled whiskey bottle. The coroner decided an inquest unnecessary, but order a post mortem examination which was conducted on Sunday by Dr. H.E. Smith, of this village. Traces of carbolic acid were found in the man's stomach and death was due to that poison.  It is probable that he took a drink from the bottle of acid by mistake. The funeral was held from his late residence Tuesday morning, Rev. Mr. Parsons, Of Oxford, officiating.  The deceased leaves a widow, one son, Ira A. Mowry, of Oxford, one daughter Mrs. J.E. Brown, of Oxford, and a sister Mrs. Albert Seeley, of this village.

 

Frances Louise (Randall) Latham

Chenango Union, November 25, 1897

Suddenly and remorselessly Saturday morning without hint of premonition the murky cloud of death spread its sable pall over the home of our fellow citizen and neighbor, Joseph H. Latham, Esq. and enveloped it is measureless sorrow. The wife and mother, whose loving presence had given it charm and life, was stricken, and before the dread event could be realized by husband and children, she had passed from life to immortality. The cold tenement of this mortality remained, but that which had animated it once, was fled to the bosom of the All Father.  The startling news spread through our village with unprecedented rapidity.  Mrs. Latham dead--it seems impossible, for only the night before she had been seen, radiant with life and animation, full of hopes and plans for the future, the center of the social life of her church.  Mrs. Latham had been in usual health and had attended the social of the congregational church Friday evening.  After the close of the social she went to the parsonage and chatted with her pastor, Rev. E.J. Klock and his family.  Later she returned home and retired. Saturday morning she arose early and attended to some family cares.  About 7 o'clock while upon the walk in the rear of the house, she was attacked by apoplexy and fell.  Calling her husband he went to her and with their daughter assisted her into the house.  Dr. L.J. Brooks was hastily summoned.  He gave little hope for her recovery. Soon after a second attack seized her, and almost immediately after she relapsed into unconsciousness.  The end came peacefully about nine o'clock.  Frances Louise Latham was born in Norwich, December 5, 1840, the daughter of William D. and Frances L. Randall.  She was educated in Norwich Academy and on October 1, 1863, was united in marriage with Joseph H. Latham, Esq.  For the first part of their married life they resided in the Latham homestead, but for the last twenty years or more have resided in the large and beautiful home, corner of South Broad and Hayes street.  There was born to them one son, Charles H. Latham, the North Broad street hardware merchant, who continues his father's business, and one daughter, Frances R. Latham, who resides at  home.  Her husband and children, two grandchildren, two sisters and a brother survive her and have the deepest sympathy of the community in their sad and sudden bereavement.  She found her religious home in the Congregational church and emphasized her church life by unselfish industry and devotion to its spiritual and temporal interests.  She was a worker and leader in its every department of work.  Her death creates a vacancy in the church ranks, which it will be difficult to fill.  In village and other matters she was progressive and public spirited.  She was one of the organizers of the Ladies Village improvement association, a member of its board of directors for years and its vice president at the time of her death.  She was untiring in her devotion and labored for all the noble projects that society inaugurated and carried to successful issue for the improvement and beautifying of our village.  Of late she had been busily engaged in fostering and pushing forwards the work of that truly benevolent institution, the Old Ladies' Home, and at the time of her death, she held the office of treasurer.  In this as in every other project to which she gave her time and attention, her mature judgment, enthusiasm and sound business skill were recognized and appreciated at their true worth by her fellow workers.  Her life was one long journey upwards.  A happy childhood grew into loveable woman hood, and true wifehood was crowned with noble motherhood.  She lived to see her children grow up around her and enter upon life's honorable activities.  Such a life cannot be forgotten, it is rooted in the imperishable.  It influence will widen and grow as the years flow by. the fragrance of it will cling in the memory of friends, associates, Children and husband till time for them shall cease. The body died but the soul and its influence lives.  "If the Father deigns to touch with Divine power the cold and pulseless heart of the buried acorn and make it to burst forth from its prison walls, will He leave neglected in the earth, the soul of man who was made in his image?  Rather let us believe that he who in his apparent prodigality wastes not the raindrop, the blade of grass, or the evening sighing zephyr, but makes them all the carry out His eternal plans,  has given immortality to the mortal and gathered to Himself the generous spirit of our friend."--The Sun   The funeral was held from her late residence on Tuesday afternoon, and was very largely attended. Rev. E.J. Klock officiated.