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Abram I Wemple

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Abram I Wemple

Birth
Death
21 Mar 1913 (aged 89–90)
Quaker Street, Schenectady County, New York, USA
Burial
Delanson, Schenectady County, New York, USA Add to Map
Plot
Sec 2a - lot 109
Memorial ID
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Abe was the local undertaker and buried many of the people in Grove Cemetery.


QUAKER STREET. (Special to The Gazette.) QUAKER STREET, March 24. - A. I. Wemple, for many years a resident of this village, died Friday morning at 5 o'clock in his 90th year. He was respected by all who knew him. He had been failing in health for some time and his death was not unexpected.

He and his wife, who survives him had been making their home for two or three years with his daughters, Mrs. W. C. Briggs and Mrs. J. C. Briggs, both of this village, and it was at the residence of Mrs. W. C. Briggs that he passed away.

Besides his wife and two daughters above referred to he leaves two other daughters, Mrs. C. Culver of this village and Mrs. Thirza M. Hoag of Binghamton. The funeral services were held from the house today at 2 o'clock. Rev. J. M. Brown, pastor of the Christian Church, of which Mr. Wemple had for many years been a member, officiated. Burial was made in Grove Cemetery, this village.

Source: Schenectady Gazette, published March 25, 1913, page 7 and available on http://fultonhistory.com/Fulton.html.

Contributed by Portia Westfall
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ABE WEMPLE
[The Undertaker]

Oh, I remember Abe's bay horses yet,
They champed their bits, their sharp shod
hooves smote stone,
And children stared and women's eyes tear-wet
Watched Abe climb down from the black
hearse, alone,
And how the harness rings and buckles shone,
And either headstall bore a big rosette:
This was a date that no man could postpone, -
Oh, Abe would come at last, no need to fret.

And I've heard Abe hum hymns about the
Lord,
There in his shop while at the bench he bent;
His jack-plane travelling down a coffin board
Whistled a weird and wild accompaniment;
But he grew glum when he screwed down the
door
Over a neighbor he would see no more.

- Christman, W.W. (1937). Abe Wemple. In The Untillable Hills (p. 56). North Montpelier, VT: The Driftwood Press.


Contributed by Portia Westfall.
Abe was the local undertaker and buried many of the people in Grove Cemetery.


QUAKER STREET. (Special to The Gazette.) QUAKER STREET, March 24. - A. I. Wemple, for many years a resident of this village, died Friday morning at 5 o'clock in his 90th year. He was respected by all who knew him. He had been failing in health for some time and his death was not unexpected.

He and his wife, who survives him had been making their home for two or three years with his daughters, Mrs. W. C. Briggs and Mrs. J. C. Briggs, both of this village, and it was at the residence of Mrs. W. C. Briggs that he passed away.

Besides his wife and two daughters above referred to he leaves two other daughters, Mrs. C. Culver of this village and Mrs. Thirza M. Hoag of Binghamton. The funeral services were held from the house today at 2 o'clock. Rev. J. M. Brown, pastor of the Christian Church, of which Mr. Wemple had for many years been a member, officiated. Burial was made in Grove Cemetery, this village.

Source: Schenectady Gazette, published March 25, 1913, page 7 and available on http://fultonhistory.com/Fulton.html.

Contributed by Portia Westfall
________________________________________________
ABE WEMPLE
[The Undertaker]

Oh, I remember Abe's bay horses yet,
They champed their bits, their sharp shod
hooves smote stone,
And children stared and women's eyes tear-wet
Watched Abe climb down from the black
hearse, alone,
And how the harness rings and buckles shone,
And either headstall bore a big rosette:
This was a date that no man could postpone, -
Oh, Abe would come at last, no need to fret.

And I've heard Abe hum hymns about the
Lord,
There in his shop while at the bench he bent;
His jack-plane travelling down a coffin board
Whistled a weird and wild accompaniment;
But he grew glum when he screwed down the
door
Over a neighbor he would see no more.

- Christman, W.W. (1937). Abe Wemple. In The Untillable Hills (p. 56). North Montpelier, VT: The Driftwood Press.


Contributed by Portia Westfall.


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