Funeral Service






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.



Funeral Home  -  Furniture

Phone 4401

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.




Sermon Notes:


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.


Robert Brown

            Eastport L.I. N.Y.


William Humphrey

            Springwater N.Y.


Roger Humphrey

            Springwater N.Y.


Herbert Humphrey

            Springwater N.Y


Aubrey Shaver

            Wayland 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."


                    John Ellerton




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


Ashley Cemetery





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

Raymond Alden

Mrs Harry S [?] Bowers

Rose Sauford

Adicd Snyder

Martin Kunmel [?]

Gretchen Mehlenbacher

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

Margaret Bowers

Mrs. Wilard H. D Eilzel [?]

Mrs Margaret Drum [?]

Neil Glassbrook

Mrs. Clair Terry [Ferry?]

Mr. & Mrs. Aubrey Shaver

Mr. & Mrs. Jack Malter

Mr. & Mrs. Earl Fentore [Fenton?]

Mrs Arch Wetmore

Edna Sweeney

Mr. Pearl Treat

Mr. & Mrs. Letta Sanford

Mrs. Jay Rider

Lon Gottschall

Louita Brooks and Marlene

Leona M. Wicks

Pearl Sanford

Leonora Kern

Emma Young

Edith Van Tassell

Mr. And Mrs. Edward Gilroy

Hortence B. Pratt

Florence G. Fox

Mabel J. [?] Harvey

Ethel Ridmond

Ruth Rowan

Emma Austin

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

Agnes Peck

Mr & Mrs Raymond Sevick

Mr & Mrs Ernest Drumm

Benard Kramer

Earl White

H. A. Gottschall

Leo E. Newfang

Augustus Schwasgel [?]

Guy M. Kilbury

Lee E. Tuttle

Kenneth B. Wolfanger

Mrs J Fuit [?]

Laurie Buderkirk [?]

Burl Walker

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

Bruce Brown

Mr & Mrs Howard Hunt

Mr & Mrs Earle Drumm

Burdette Snyder

Merton and Lillian Lawrence

Lorna Lawrence

Eva and Harild Allbright

John Albright

Mr and Mrs Chas House

Mrs Willard Fronk

Kenneth Pawling (Cohocton)

Mgeein [?] Drake

John McMahon

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!


Floral Tributes:


Patrons Fire Relief Association

Bondright Co. Rochester

Alfred University

Springwater Grange

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


Memorial fund

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

Relatives                                                                       8