Bertie L. Graves
Utica Saturday Globe, January 13, 1906
Bertie L. Graves
Norwich [Chenango Co., NY]: Bertie L. Graves, a New York, Ontario & Western brakeman, received injuries at the New Berlin station on Thursday of last week which resulted in his death the following day. A freight car was being placed on the siding next to the depot, and Mr. Graves was climbing to the top of the car to set the brakes when his head came in contact with the slanting depot roof, which was but a few inches above the car roof. He was struck on the right temple and fell unconscious to the depot platform, striking on his back. By the fall his skull was fractured at the base. The remains were brought to his late residence here on Coombs avenue. Mr. Graves was the son of Arnold Graves, of New Berlin, and though but 29 years old had seen nine years of service in the United States Army--three years each in the infantry, cavalry and artillery. He rose to the rank of corporal. He was with the famous Ninth Regiment in Cuba and the Philippines and returned unscathed from the scenes of war and bloodshed only to find the peaceful pursuit of railroad life more perilous than bullets and bolos. He had been employed on the railroad only four months. May 13, 1902 deceased married Miss Mabelle E Burlingame, of East Norwich, who survives him, as do also his father, two sisters, Mrs. Howard Briggs, of Norwich, and Mrs. Albert Salisbury, of East Quarter, and one brother, Edward Graves, of Norwich. The funeral was largely attended on Monday afternoon at 1 o'clock, Rev. Wilson Treible officiating. The bearers were Duvollo Curnalia, William Curnalia, William Lewis, Neil Lewis, William Allen and Otis Ward. There were beautiful floral tributes from his railroad associates, from the employees of Walter Foster, and from neighbors and friends. The body was placed in Mount Hope receiving vault awaiting burial.
Rhoda C. Albro
Chenango Semi-Weekly Telegraph, January 6, 1883
The painful announcement of the death of Mrs. S.H. Albro, preceptress of our academy, was made by telegraphic dispatch this Friday morning. Her death occurred in New York on Thursday evening. About a week ago she went there with her husband to be operated upon for the removal of a tumor from which she has been patiently suffering for some time. The hopes of our entire community went with her, but it seems she was unequal to the task, and the operation hastened instead of delaying her final dissolution. Her remains will be brought to this village this evening, and her funeral will probably be held from her husband's residence on Sunday. We are compelled to postpone further notice, and in the meantime our entire community will join in the sympathy with her husband and relatives in the last sad rites to a most estimable lady, who, in her comparatively short residence in our village, by her many virtues has commended herself to all who have made her acquaintance.
Chenango Semi-Weekly Telegraph, January 10, 1883
DIED: In New York on the 4th inst., Rhoda C., wife of S.H. Albro, of this village [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY], aged 41 years. We made the sad announcement in our last of the death of Mrs. Albro, which occurred in New York on the Thursday evening previous. Her remains were brought here on Saturday evening, and were received by a large concourse of our people, who had gathered at the depot in love and sympathy to lighten the burden of the stricken ones, and show the respect in which the deceased was held by all, and when they had joined in solemn procession to the home of Mr. A., each went their way with sorrowing heart. Mrs. Albro was born in Foster, Rhode Island, and after her marriage with Mr. A. engaged with him in their chosen life work of teaching. They came to this village in 1877 from Forrestville, Chautauqua Co., where they had successfully taught for some years. Being placed at the head of our schools here, both set themselves about their work with earnest endeavor, and the enthusiasm Mrs. A. displayed was marked by all conversant with her performance of the duties entrusted to her. Her attention to the interest of the children under her charge and her fine social qualities at once gave her a high standing in our community and endeared her to the hearts of parents and pupils alike. Her genial disposition, and pleasant manner in every department of duty gave its performance rather the air of pleasure than the labor of a chosen occupation. She was and had been also for many years a consistent member of the Baptist church, as in her daily life he exemplified her love for the precepts and teachings of the Master. She was eminently a Christian woman, and as such performed her daily work. Her illness came gradually upon her, but developed with fearful rapidity, and when at last the journey to New York was entered upon in the hopes of finding permanent relief, the best wishes and prayers of our community followed her. The realization of the worst fears fell like a thunderbolt, and when the last sad rite had been performed all felt that thyme had lost a friend. We have no room or desire to enlarge or add to the heartfelt tributes of the scholars and teachers, upon the occasion of her funeral, but give them entire. So beautifully and tenderly are they expressed, that any words of ours can not add but would rather detract from their force.
The Funeral
The funeral was held on Monday afternoon at the Baptist church. A large number of pupils of the public schools, and other citizens assembled at the residence of Prof. Albro at one o'clock and marched with the remains, which were borne into the church by the bearers, Messrs. CW. Lanpher, D. Holmes, T.D. Miller, John F. Hubbard, John Mitchell and M. Conway. The body was encased in a magnificent casket of black broad cloth mounted in silver. The display of flowers was profuse and in fact some of the pieces excelled any ever seen in this village. A beautiful cross in white camellias and marechalniel roses, standing upon a base of roses and carnations, with a spotless white dove with out stretched wings, perched upon the top, was given by the teachers. An elegant keystone, with the word "Hope," in roses immortelles and fine flowers, was from Prof. Brown and wife, of Oxford, One magnificent pillow--a bed of roses--was sent by friend in Binghamton, and another, equally as choice, came form friends in this village. On the platform were seated Revs. H.A. Delano, I.T. Walker, Dr. Taylor, L.C. Hayes, and G.S. Ricker. The services were of the greatest solemnity, and beautifully impressive. The opening selection, "Jesus, Lover of My Soul," was rendered in a most pathetic manner by the male quartette of the choir, after which Rev. L.C. Hayes offered a devout and fervent prayer. Following this was reading of passages of the scriptures by Rev. I.T. Walker; on concluding, a beautiful selection was sung by the choir, whose trembling voices did not conceal the painful emotions of their hearts. Rev. H.A. Delano then spoke for several minutes on the universal love and esteem in which this estimable lady was held by all who knew her, and especially by the teachers and pupils. His volume of thought was characteristically beautiful of the reverend gentleman, as sentence after sentence flowed like silver ripples, from his lips, picturing so beautifully the many true virtues of the departed companion and mother. In a most excellent comparison, the life duties both in the school room and in the household were brought out, showing how faithful and earnest was the life of this Christian lady. Her school work was done. The faithful and efficient teacher had closed her labors and entered the heavenly portals to kneel as a pupil at the feet of the Great Tutor, "Peaceful be her rest." "Enter thou into the joy of thy lord." Following the touching words of Mr. Delano, beautiful tributes from the teachers and scholars were read by Revs. Walker and Taylor, after which Dr. Taylor offered a most eloquent prayer and supplication for the consolation of the bereaved husband and the motherless daughter, a prayer for the protection and comfort in which every heart in that vast congregation went out in unison with the tear drops that trickled down the sea of faces. After the prayer Mrs. Dr. Brooks sang that truly beautiful selection, "Beyond the Smiling and the Weeping," in a most impressive manner. The sight was a sad and unusual one, to see those bereaved and loving teachers and scholars clustered around the cold and silent remains of their beloved associate and instructress, and no less demonstrative was the love for their friend and the sacred tie that bound them, then at the close of the ceremonies, when they wended their way from the church following the grief-stricken family. The funeral cortege was a long one, the teachers and students of the several schools in the village following the procession of carriages to the cemetery, where the last sad rites were performed. Below we append the loving tributes of the teachers and pupils, read during the obsequies.
From The Pupils
"He giveth His beloved sleep"
To our loved teacher has come the perfect rest which is given only to faithful toilers in the Master's vineyard. How tirelessly, patiently she daily wrought for Him, none so well as we, her pupils knew; nor will we soon forget the gentleness and love that ceased not when the evening task was ended, but followed us in the streets and to our homes; that strove with earthly wisdom to impart the Heavenly love which should fit us for the real life of the world beyond. Tears we shed today for our loss, tears of sympathy for you, whose loss is greater than ours; but no tears for her whose life school is now "dismissed." Remembering her teaching of faith and hope, we will look beyond the sadness to the glad time when we, too, may "enter into rest" and sitting with her at the feet of the Great Teacher, learn from Him that these life lessons which seem so hard, are given because His infinite wisdom and love knew what was best.
From The Teachers
We come today to pay affection's last tribute to one who, though sleeping in death, will ever live in the hallowed chambers of our memory. We come not with formal resolutions but with the words of our hearts. The words are those common to all people. The expressions are trite, but what we say we feel. We knew there was working with us a noble Christian woman; we did not know the period of her labors was to be marked by five brief years. Always cheerful, always amiable, sympathetic, always thoughtful for others was Mrs. Albro. The trials and sorrows, the difficulties and discouragements that come so thickly to all in our profession were her lot also. She taught us patience by her patience. She taught us to attempt cheerfulness and unselfishness by her own cheerfulness and self denial. Her hands held up the hands of all the weary ones among us, both teachers and scholars. If ever a selfish thought found birth in her heart no sign of it appeared. In all these things we were her pupils rather than her sister teacher. We never came into her presence without feeling the charm of her cheerful smile, her sweet voice and the clasp of her outstretched hand. We know not all the possibilities of the kernel of wheat until it fall into the ground and die. We know not al the fruits of the kernel until the reaper is through with his gathering. To us her life and character were of the kindest and sweetest. The multitude of proofs of her goodness are our treasures. We would make them yours, but cannot in our poor words. "Amiable, she won all; intelligent, she charmed all; fervent, she loved all, and dead, she saddens all." We parted for our summer holidays. After her rest by the sea we hoped to see her happy face with us again in school. We shall look for it now as she shall be resting in a land where there is no restless sea. With our Principal and with Allie, the ones who suffer as we cannot, we sympathize as deeply as those who have never known such sorrow. We know that no words of ours can lighten their loads; that "their share of thirst and murmuring\ and moans and cries unsatisfied we cannot own." "It is the old, old-fashion death! But thank God, all who see it, for that older fashion yet of immortality."
"Shed not for her, the bitter tear,
Nor give the heart to vain regret;
'Tis but the casket that sparkles here,
The gen that filled it sparkles yet."
Death Notices
Chenango Union, February 11, 1892
COOK: In this village [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY], February 15, 1892, Walter A. Cook, aged 65 years.
EAGAN: In this village [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY], February 11, 1892, Mrs. Mary Eagan, of Earlville [Madison Co., NY]
PRESTON: In East Pharsalia [Chenango Co., NY], February 7, 1892, Mrs. George Preston.
WILBUR: In South New Berlin [Chenango Co., NY], February 10, 1892, Miss Jane Wilbur.
WELLS: In Guilford [Chenango Co., NY], February 11, 1892, George Wells, aged about 50 years.
FRANKLIN: In East Pharsalia [Chenango Co., NY], February 11, 1892, Moses H. Franklkin, aged 57 years.
WADE: In Guilford [Chenango Co., NY] February 11, 1892, Chauncey Wade, aged 60 years, father of Mrs. Edward A. Lally, of this village.
MURPHY: In Sherburne [Chenango Co., NY] February 9, 1892, Mrs. Patrick Murphy, formerly of Hamilton [Madison Co., NY]
CHAPMAN: At the Rome Asylum, February 11, 1892, Diantha Chapman, formerly of this place [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY].
ADAMS: In Avon, Illinois, January 26, 1892, Mrs. Chloe Dimmick, widow of the late Lorenzo Adams, formerly of Plymouth [Chenango Co., NY].
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