The final tribute we pay those loved ones who go before leaves us with many precious memories, beautiful and imperishable. It is the purpose of this book to gather up the elements upon which those memories are based, and to preserve them and the record of the services for generations to come.
DON N. ALLEN
Funeral Home - Furniture
Wayland, New York
Dedicated to the memory of
William A. Lawrence
Springwater, N. Y. Birthplace
Oct 2. 1871 Date
June 15, 1960 Date Entered Into Rest
Springwater, N. Y. Place
89 - 5 ms. 15 Age (Years Months Days)
FAREWELL! - but whenever you welcome the hour
That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower,
Then think of the friend who once welcomed it too,
And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you.
His griefs may return, not a hope may remain
Of the few that have brighten'd his pathway of pain,
But he ne'er will forget the short vision that threw
Its enchantment around him, while lingering with you.
And still on that evening, when pleasure fills up
To the highest top sparkle each heart and each cup,
Where'er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright,
My soul, happy friends, shall be with you that night;
Shall join in your revels, your sports, and your wiles,
And return to me beaming all o'er with your smiles -
Too blest, if he tells me that, 'med the gay cheer,
Some kind voice had murmur'd, 'I wish he were here!'
Let Fate do her worst; there are relics of joy,
Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy;
Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care,
And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
Long, long be my heart with such memories fill'd!
Like the vase, in which roses have once been distill'd -
You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Roger F. Williams
First Methodist Church
Oh, deem not they are blest alone
Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep;
The power who pities man, has shown
A blessing for the eyes that weep.
The light of smiles shall fill again
The lids that overflow with tears;
And weary hours of woe and pain
Are promises of happier years.
There is a day of sunny rest
For every dark and troubled night;
And grief may bide an evening guest,
But joy shall come with early light.
And thou, who, o'er thy friend's low bier,
Dost shed the bitter drops like rain,
Hope that a brighter, happier sphere
Wil give him to thy arms again.
For God hath marked each sorrowing day
And numbered every secret tear,
And Heaven's long age of bliss shall pay
For all His children suffer here.
- William Cullen Bryant
Richard V. Brown
Remsenburg L.I. N.Y.
Eastport L.I. N.Y.
"Now the labourer's task is o'er;
Now the battle day is past;
Now upon the farther shore
Lands the voyager at last.
Father, in Thy gracious keeping
Leave we now thy servant sleeping."
The Living Room
Here we were in the Living Room,
All of our loving group together,
And the glow of the woor-fire's warm perfume
Battled the chill of the outer weather,
And then, with a sleepy sigh, you said,
"Good night, dear ones, I'm going to bed."
Why did there fall such a sense of gloom?
Why did we sob at the thought of sleep?
When one goes out of the Living Room,
Must all the rest of the family weep?
When the work is done and the day is sped,
Is it not time for the restful bed?
Because you are gone from the warmth and light
And stepped aside from the fire-lit glow,
Because you have kissed us all good night,
Why must we sorrow and murmur so?
Why do we call the couch a tomb
Beyond the door of the Living Room?
- Edmund Vance Cooke
Final Resting Place
2:30 June 18, 1960
Allen Funeral Home
And I heard a voice from heaven, saying to me:
Write: Blessed are the dead, who die in the Lord.
From henceforth now, saith the Spirit, that they may
Rest from their labours; for their works follow them.
The cross is heavy, Lord
And I am weak to bear it
But I have faith:
For Thou hast promised, Lord,
That Thou wilt surely share it.
The way is rough, my god!
And I am, so weary!
But I have faith:
For Thou the same hast trod
Alone, in paths most dreary.
Make short the journey, Lord!
For I am oh, so lonely;
And I have faith
That one beneath the sword
For whom my heart yearns only.
These eyes shall greet once more
In a fairer land than this,
Where sight, not faith,
Will reign, and, partings o'er,
Love may have its perfect bliss.
Register of Friends:
Mrs. Harry W. Smith
Mrs Harry S [?] Bowers
Martin Kunmel [?]
Mrs. Homer Shafer
Mrs Erva Hills
Mr & Mrs. John F. Bohrer
Mrs. Earl Glady
Mr. & Mrs Scott B. Shaver
Mr. And Mrs Karl Becker
Mrs. Adelaide Barnette
Mrs. Anna Welty
Charley Folts Mrs. Ethel De Mun
Mrs. Lee B. Lawrence
Harold B. Lawrence
Mrs. Wilard H. D Eilzel [?]
Mrs Margaret Drum [?]
Mrs. Clair Terry [Ferry?]
Mr. & Mrs. Aubrey Shaver
Mr. & Mrs. Jack Malter
Mr. & Mrs. Earl Fentore [Fenton?]
Mrs Arch Wetmore
Mr. Pearl Treat
Mr. & Mrs. Letta Sanford
Mrs. Jay Rider
Louita Brooks and Marlene
Leona M. Wicks
Edith Van Tassell
Mr. And Mrs. Edward Gilroy
Hortence B. Pratt
Florence G. Fox
Mabel J. [?] Harvey
Mrs Clair Perkins
Mr and Mrs Fred Buskick
Rev. R. F. Williams
Mr and Mrs. George Emo
Mrs. Parson Shaver
Mrs. H. E. Curtis
Mrs Florence Saltsman
Mrs Elizabeth Smalt
Mrs Neola Tumser
Mrs Beatrice G. Finch
Mabel & Arthur Sterner
Mrs Edwin Wood
Mr. & Mrs. Oliver Wicks
Leo J. Kramer
Mr & Mrs Raymond Sevick
Mr & Mrs Ernest Drumm
H. A. Gottschall
Leo E. Newfang
Augustus Schwasgel [?]
Guy M. Kilbury
Lee E. Tuttle
Kenneth B. Wolfanger
Mrs J Fuit [?]
Laurie Buderkirk [?]
Evelyn and Carl Steuburg
Mr & Mrs. Chas. Burdick
Mr and Mrs. Edwin Folts [?]
Mr & Mrs Chas Sahrle
Mr. And Mrs Burton Becker
Mr. And Mrs. David Kidd
Mrs. Hattie Yahon
Dolores M. Yohon
Mrs Alfred Johnson
Mrs Louis Grein
Mr & Mrs. Clarence Lieson
C;aremce * Gertride Jprose
Mr & Mrs Howard Hunt
Mr & Mrs Earle Drumm
Merton and Lillian Lawrence
Eva and Harild Allbright
Mr and Mrs Chas House
Mrs Willard Fronk
Kenneth Pawling (Cohocton)
Mgeein [?] Drake
Leon B. Coffin
J. W. Tutsbborth [?]
O Thou Who Dry'st The Mourner's Tear
O Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear!
How dark this world would be,
If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to Thee.
The friends, who in our sunshine live,
When winter comes are flown:
And he, who has but tears to give,
Must weep those tears alone.
But Thou wilt heal that broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.
When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw
A moment's sparkle o'er our tears,
Is dimm'd and vanish'd too!
Oh! Who would bear life's stormy doom,
Did not thy wing of love
Come, brightly wafting through the gloom
Our peace-branch from above?
Then sorrow, touch'd by Thee, grows bright
With more than rapture's ray;
As darkness shows us world of light
We never saw by day!
Patrons Fire Relief Association
Bondright Co. Rochester
Kuhn Family Relatives
Gretchen and Julia Mehlenbacher
Eliza and Josephine
Lloyd and Willis
Eva, Ted and Family.
Dansville Chapter Royal Arch No 91
Mr & Mrs. Aubrey Shaver
Mr & Mrs Wm. Treat
Mr & Mrs Philip Sweeney
Mr & Mrs. Burdette Hoppough
Other tokens of sympathy
Ceramic Research Dep't. $25
Mr and Mrs Arthur Sterner 5
Mrs. Flora Schwab 6
Personnel Group 10
Friends of Eliza 15
Neighbors and Friends 30