Charles Edward (Ned) Hubbell, 91, sold a volume of detective stories about Sherlock Holmes' nephew to Popular Library; a paperback publisher, last fall, but did not live to see his book published. Mr. Hubbell died yesterday, at his home in Bedford after several days illness. His book, "The Adventures of Creighton Holmes," is scheduled for publication next fall.
After 35 years as a lawyer in the claims department of Aetna Affiliated Companies, Mr. Hubbell retired in to a life of church and civic work and writing. Memorial services will be at 2:30 PM Sunday at Bedford Christian Church, 98 Center Rd., with the President of Hiram College, Elmer Jagow, delivering the eulogy.
Mr. Hubbell wrote "Life in Bedford 1813-1970," which was published in 1971 by the Bedford Historical Society. About 1300 copies sold made more than $6000 for the society. When Bedford became a city after the 1930 census, Mr. Hubbell served on the city charter commission. He was also a former vice chairman of the Bedford Board of Education.
Mr. Hubbell was a third-generation resident of Bedford. His great-grandfather Jedediah Hubbell moved to Warrensville from Connecticut and the family later moved to Bedford.
Surviving are his wife, Lois; son, Robert of Falls Church, Virginia; daughter Susan Dawson of Baton Rouge, Louisiana; five grandchildren and one great-granddaughter.
He also wrote a column in the Bedford Times for three years and was a regular contributor to a former column in the Cleveland Plain Dealer written by Ted Robinson.
Mr. Hubbell created a nephew, Creighton, for Sherlock Holmes after being disappointed in his recent books. He had Creighton use modern inventions such as the telephone. Mr. Hubbell's recent writing was dictated to his wife because of his poor eyesight.
A Hiram College Alumnus, class of 1908, Mr. Hubbell served three different terms as President of the Hiram College Alumni Association, each in a different decade. He served in 1915-17, 1940-42, and 1950-52 and was also a trustee of the college from 1943 to 1949. He was a founder of the college alumni newspaper and, with his wife, donated a scholarship fund to the college.
Special thanks to the Bedford Historical Society for their help in obtaining this obituary.
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LIFE IN BEDFORD from the column "Around the Town' by the Village Observer in The Bedford Times-Register
Last week in Bedford Hospital, 96 years of life ended for Lois Hubbell. For more than 61 of those years, she was the wife of Ned Hubbell following their marriage in 1916. Ned, who died in 1978 at the age of 91, wrote the nostalgic book of memories and history, which he titled, "Life in Bedford." It was published by the Bedford Historical Society in 1971 and has been out of print for several years.
The Hubbells both attended Hiram College and became life-long participants and contributors in Hiram alumni affairs. They lived at 500 Broadway, the present site of Lally-Fiedler Chevrolet, before building a home on Bexley Drive, where they lived in comfort and contentment for a half-century, and here they raised a son, Robert, and a daughter, Susan.
Mrs., Hubbell was a forceful person, small in stature, but with unshakeable convictions. She was a proper person, with little tolerance for those who weren't, in her opinion. She moved at a rapid pace and always seemed to be in a hurry, even when she was approaching and passing 90. Lois Hubbell did not know how to stroll.
She would frequently call this writer on the telephone when one of these Village Observer efforts struck some strain or memory or association. After making her comments (usually favorably, fortunately) in succinct and deliberate correct, wording, she would abruptly terminate the communication. She was not one to engage in small talk or idle time-consuming conversation.
Mrs. Hubbell, though old-fashioned in many ways, was quick to accept and adapt to the modern ways. She still stuck to the bits of the old terminology of her youth. When speaking of a journey to downtown Bedford on some errand, she would say that they were "going to the village."
Ned Hubbell's book was partly autobiographical, in that he drew on his own recollections of the village in the early years of this century. Here are a few examples of his descriptive reminiscences of what used to be: "Ash Street (now Lamson Avenue) ran north from East Grace for a distance of only four or five lots and the space north of it and east of what is now 500 Broadway, where the Chevrolet showroom now is, was nothing but pastureland. I can recall that my grandfather's cow used to come down to the pasture bars to be milked at a point just north of the home of Mrs. Silver, mother of Matt, now converted into the Johnson Funeral Home. There were no side streets off North Street beyond East Grace and the village residences of North Street did not extend beyond the point where Wandle Avenue now takes off. All the property north of Blaine and northwest of Columbus was farmland and there fewer than half a dozen houses on Columbus east of Blaine. There was no Tarbell Avenue and there were no streets east of Washington."
Ned, who was born in 1896, remembered that "there were no electric light or telephone poles and Main Street was an unpaved road with hitching posts in front of every store in the downtown area. " He goes on to describe a humble structure that was necessary in the days when horses provided the means of transport and each village had a town pump and a horse trough where horses could drink. These troughs were made of wooden planks about two inches thick. They were usually set above the level of the ground so that, when the check reins were loosened, the horses could easily reach the water. The troughs were some five feet long, thus both enabling horses in a team to drink at the same time. They were sixteen to eighteen inches deep with slanting sides, being narrower at the bottom than at the top, where they were perhaps twenty inches wide. Bedford had such a trough. It together with the pump, was in front of Andy May's livery stable on Willis Street.
With that vivid and detailed description, the reader would have nor problem picturing a thirsty team refreshing itself on dusty Main Street at the broad intersection of Willis. The open area of the Gaslite Inn parking lot, adjacent to that modern town watering hole, is the site of Andy May's old livery stable, with horses and vehicles for hire.
On the last page of his book Ned wrote, a dozen years ago, a bit of his philosophy that is catching on, at an accelerating pace, throughout the country: "Yes, times have changed, and we have changed, too. But there may be a reaction. We are beginning to rebel against our physical surroundings. We are trying to regain something of the purity of air and clarity of lakes and streams we once enjoyed. Perhaps the time will still come when we will try to recapture some of the charm of the simple life our rural forefathers lived."
Ned was a dreamer, hoping and striving for the impossible. But it is the dreamer who makes the impossible happen.
Special thanks to the Bedford Historical Society for their help in obtaining this article.
After 35 years as a lawyer in the claims department of Aetna Affiliated Companies, Mr. Hubbell retired in to a life of church and civic work and writing. Memorial services will be at 2:30 PM Sunday at Bedford Christian Church, 98 Center Rd., with the President of Hiram College, Elmer Jagow, delivering the eulogy.
Mr. Hubbell wrote "Life in Bedford 1813-1970," which was published in 1971 by the Bedford Historical Society. About 1300 copies sold made more than $6000 for the society. When Bedford became a city after the 1930 census, Mr. Hubbell served on the city charter commission. He was also a former vice chairman of the Bedford Board of Education.
Mr. Hubbell was a third-generation resident of Bedford. His great-grandfather Jedediah Hubbell moved to Warrensville from Connecticut and the family later moved to Bedford.
Surviving are his wife, Lois; son, Robert of Falls Church, Virginia; daughter Susan Dawson of Baton Rouge, Louisiana; five grandchildren and one great-granddaughter.
He also wrote a column in the Bedford Times for three years and was a regular contributor to a former column in the Cleveland Plain Dealer written by Ted Robinson.
Mr. Hubbell created a nephew, Creighton, for Sherlock Holmes after being disappointed in his recent books. He had Creighton use modern inventions such as the telephone. Mr. Hubbell's recent writing was dictated to his wife because of his poor eyesight.
A Hiram College Alumnus, class of 1908, Mr. Hubbell served three different terms as President of the Hiram College Alumni Association, each in a different decade. He served in 1915-17, 1940-42, and 1950-52 and was also a trustee of the college from 1943 to 1949. He was a founder of the college alumni newspaper and, with his wife, donated a scholarship fund to the college.
Special thanks to the Bedford Historical Society for their help in obtaining this obituary.
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LIFE IN BEDFORD from the column "Around the Town' by the Village Observer in The Bedford Times-Register
Last week in Bedford Hospital, 96 years of life ended for Lois Hubbell. For more than 61 of those years, she was the wife of Ned Hubbell following their marriage in 1916. Ned, who died in 1978 at the age of 91, wrote the nostalgic book of memories and history, which he titled, "Life in Bedford." It was published by the Bedford Historical Society in 1971 and has been out of print for several years.
The Hubbells both attended Hiram College and became life-long participants and contributors in Hiram alumni affairs. They lived at 500 Broadway, the present site of Lally-Fiedler Chevrolet, before building a home on Bexley Drive, where they lived in comfort and contentment for a half-century, and here they raised a son, Robert, and a daughter, Susan.
Mrs., Hubbell was a forceful person, small in stature, but with unshakeable convictions. She was a proper person, with little tolerance for those who weren't, in her opinion. She moved at a rapid pace and always seemed to be in a hurry, even when she was approaching and passing 90. Lois Hubbell did not know how to stroll.
She would frequently call this writer on the telephone when one of these Village Observer efforts struck some strain or memory or association. After making her comments (usually favorably, fortunately) in succinct and deliberate correct, wording, she would abruptly terminate the communication. She was not one to engage in small talk or idle time-consuming conversation.
Mrs. Hubbell, though old-fashioned in many ways, was quick to accept and adapt to the modern ways. She still stuck to the bits of the old terminology of her youth. When speaking of a journey to downtown Bedford on some errand, she would say that they were "going to the village."
Ned Hubbell's book was partly autobiographical, in that he drew on his own recollections of the village in the early years of this century. Here are a few examples of his descriptive reminiscences of what used to be: "Ash Street (now Lamson Avenue) ran north from East Grace for a distance of only four or five lots and the space north of it and east of what is now 500 Broadway, where the Chevrolet showroom now is, was nothing but pastureland. I can recall that my grandfather's cow used to come down to the pasture bars to be milked at a point just north of the home of Mrs. Silver, mother of Matt, now converted into the Johnson Funeral Home. There were no side streets off North Street beyond East Grace and the village residences of North Street did not extend beyond the point where Wandle Avenue now takes off. All the property north of Blaine and northwest of Columbus was farmland and there fewer than half a dozen houses on Columbus east of Blaine. There was no Tarbell Avenue and there were no streets east of Washington."
Ned, who was born in 1896, remembered that "there were no electric light or telephone poles and Main Street was an unpaved road with hitching posts in front of every store in the downtown area. " He goes on to describe a humble structure that was necessary in the days when horses provided the means of transport and each village had a town pump and a horse trough where horses could drink. These troughs were made of wooden planks about two inches thick. They were usually set above the level of the ground so that, when the check reins were loosened, the horses could easily reach the water. The troughs were some five feet long, thus both enabling horses in a team to drink at the same time. They were sixteen to eighteen inches deep with slanting sides, being narrower at the bottom than at the top, where they were perhaps twenty inches wide. Bedford had such a trough. It together with the pump, was in front of Andy May's livery stable on Willis Street.
With that vivid and detailed description, the reader would have nor problem picturing a thirsty team refreshing itself on dusty Main Street at the broad intersection of Willis. The open area of the Gaslite Inn parking lot, adjacent to that modern town watering hole, is the site of Andy May's old livery stable, with horses and vehicles for hire.
On the last page of his book Ned wrote, a dozen years ago, a bit of his philosophy that is catching on, at an accelerating pace, throughout the country: "Yes, times have changed, and we have changed, too. But there may be a reaction. We are beginning to rebel against our physical surroundings. We are trying to regain something of the purity of air and clarity of lakes and streams we once enjoyed. Perhaps the time will still come when we will try to recapture some of the charm of the simple life our rural forefathers lived."
Ned was a dreamer, hoping and striving for the impossible. But it is the dreamer who makes the impossible happen.
Special thanks to the Bedford Historical Society for their help in obtaining this article.
Charles Edward (Ned) Hubbell, 91, sold a volume of detective stories about Sherlock Holmes' nephew to Popular Library; a paperback publisher, last fall, but did not live to see his book published. Mr. Hubbell died yesterday, at his home in Bedford after several days illness. His book, "The Adventures of Creighton Holmes," is scheduled for publication next fall.
After 35 years as a lawyer in the claims department of Aetna Affiliated Companies, Mr. Hubbell retired in to a life of church and civic work and writing. Memorial services will be at 2:30 PM Sunday at Bedford Christian Church, 98 Center Rd., with the President of Hiram College, Elmer Jagow, delivering the eulogy.
Mr. Hubbell wrote "Life in Bedford 1813-1970," which was published in 1971 by the Bedford Historical Society. About 1300 copies sold made more than $6000 for the society. When Bedford became a city after the 1930 census, Mr. Hubbell served on the city charter commission. He was also a former vice chairman of the Bedford Board of Education.
Mr. Hubbell was a third-generation resident of Bedford. His great-grandfather Jedediah Hubbell moved to Warrensville from Connecticut and the family later moved to Bedford.
Surviving are his wife, Lois; son, Robert of Falls Church, Virginia; daughter Susan Dawson of Baton Rouge, Louisiana; five grandchildren and one great-granddaughter.
He also wrote a column in the Bedford Times for three years and was a regular contributor to a former column in the Cleveland Plain Dealer written by Ted Robinson.
Mr. Hubbell created a nephew, Creighton, for Sherlock Holmes after being disappointed in his recent books. He had Creighton use modern inventions such as the telephone. Mr. Hubbell's recent writing was dictated to his wife because of his poor eyesight.
A Hiram College Alumnus, class of 1908, Mr. Hubbell served three different terms as President of the Hiram College Alumni Association, each in a different decade. He served in 1915-17, 1940-42, and 1950-52 and was also a trustee of the college from 1943 to 1949. He was a founder of the college alumni newspaper and, with his wife, donated a scholarship fund to the college.
Special thanks to the Bedford Historical Society for their help in obtaining this obituary.
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LIFE IN BEDFORD from the column "Around the Town' by the Village Observer in The Bedford Times-Register
Last week in Bedford Hospital, 96 years of life ended for Lois Hubbell. For more than 61 of those years, she was the wife of Ned Hubbell following their marriage in 1916. Ned, who died in 1978 at the age of 91, wrote the nostalgic book of memories and history, which he titled, "Life in Bedford." It was published by the Bedford Historical Society in 1971 and has been out of print for several years.
The Hubbells both attended Hiram College and became life-long participants and contributors in Hiram alumni affairs. They lived at 500 Broadway, the present site of Lally-Fiedler Chevrolet, before building a home on Bexley Drive, where they lived in comfort and contentment for a half-century, and here they raised a son, Robert, and a daughter, Susan.
Mrs., Hubbell was a forceful person, small in stature, but with unshakeable convictions. She was a proper person, with little tolerance for those who weren't, in her opinion. She moved at a rapid pace and always seemed to be in a hurry, even when she was approaching and passing 90. Lois Hubbell did not know how to stroll.
She would frequently call this writer on the telephone when one of these Village Observer efforts struck some strain or memory or association. After making her comments (usually favorably, fortunately) in succinct and deliberate correct, wording, she would abruptly terminate the communication. She was not one to engage in small talk or idle time-consuming conversation.
Mrs. Hubbell, though old-fashioned in many ways, was quick to accept and adapt to the modern ways. She still stuck to the bits of the old terminology of her youth. When speaking of a journey to downtown Bedford on some errand, she would say that they were "going to the village."
Ned Hubbell's book was partly autobiographical, in that he drew on his own recollections of the village in the early years of this century. Here are a few examples of his descriptive reminiscences of what used to be: "Ash Street (now Lamson Avenue) ran north from East Grace for a distance of only four or five lots and the space north of it and east of what is now 500 Broadway, where the Chevrolet showroom now is, was nothing but pastureland. I can recall that my grandfather's cow used to come down to the pasture bars to be milked at a point just north of the home of Mrs. Silver, mother of Matt, now converted into the Johnson Funeral Home. There were no side streets off North Street beyond East Grace and the village residences of North Street did not extend beyond the point where Wandle Avenue now takes off. All the property north of Blaine and northwest of Columbus was farmland and there fewer than half a dozen houses on Columbus east of Blaine. There was no Tarbell Avenue and there were no streets east of Washington."
Ned, who was born in 1896, remembered that "there were no electric light or telephone poles and Main Street was an unpaved road with hitching posts in front of every store in the downtown area. " He goes on to describe a humble structure that was necessary in the days when horses provided the means of transport and each village had a town pump and a horse trough where horses could drink. These troughs were made of wooden planks about two inches thick. They were usually set above the level of the ground so that, when the check reins were loosened, the horses could easily reach the water. The troughs were some five feet long, thus both enabling horses in a team to drink at the same time. They were sixteen to eighteen inches deep with slanting sides, being narrower at the bottom than at the top, where they were perhaps twenty inches wide. Bedford had such a trough. It together with the pump, was in front of Andy May's livery stable on Willis Street.
With that vivid and detailed description, the reader would have nor problem picturing a thirsty team refreshing itself on dusty Main Street at the broad intersection of Willis. The open area of the Gaslite Inn parking lot, adjacent to that modern town watering hole, is the site of Andy May's old livery stable, with horses and vehicles for hire.
On the last page of his book Ned wrote, a dozen years ago, a bit of his philosophy that is catching on, at an accelerating pace, throughout the country: "Yes, times have changed, and we have changed, too. But there may be a reaction. We are beginning to rebel against our physical surroundings. We are trying to regain something of the purity of air and clarity of lakes and streams we once enjoyed. Perhaps the time will still come when we will try to recapture some of the charm of the simple life our rural forefathers lived."
Ned was a dreamer, hoping and striving for the impossible. But it is the dreamer who makes the impossible happen.
Special thanks to the Bedford Historical Society for their help in obtaining this article.
After 35 years as a lawyer in the claims department of Aetna Affiliated Companies, Mr. Hubbell retired in to a life of church and civic work and writing. Memorial services will be at 2:30 PM Sunday at Bedford Christian Church, 98 Center Rd., with the President of Hiram College, Elmer Jagow, delivering the eulogy.
Mr. Hubbell wrote "Life in Bedford 1813-1970," which was published in 1971 by the Bedford Historical Society. About 1300 copies sold made more than $6000 for the society. When Bedford became a city after the 1930 census, Mr. Hubbell served on the city charter commission. He was also a former vice chairman of the Bedford Board of Education.
Mr. Hubbell was a third-generation resident of Bedford. His great-grandfather Jedediah Hubbell moved to Warrensville from Connecticut and the family later moved to Bedford.
Surviving are his wife, Lois; son, Robert of Falls Church, Virginia; daughter Susan Dawson of Baton Rouge, Louisiana; five grandchildren and one great-granddaughter.
He also wrote a column in the Bedford Times for three years and was a regular contributor to a former column in the Cleveland Plain Dealer written by Ted Robinson.
Mr. Hubbell created a nephew, Creighton, for Sherlock Holmes after being disappointed in his recent books. He had Creighton use modern inventions such as the telephone. Mr. Hubbell's recent writing was dictated to his wife because of his poor eyesight.
A Hiram College Alumnus, class of 1908, Mr. Hubbell served three different terms as President of the Hiram College Alumni Association, each in a different decade. He served in 1915-17, 1940-42, and 1950-52 and was also a trustee of the college from 1943 to 1949. He was a founder of the college alumni newspaper and, with his wife, donated a scholarship fund to the college.
Special thanks to the Bedford Historical Society for their help in obtaining this obituary.
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LIFE IN BEDFORD from the column "Around the Town' by the Village Observer in The Bedford Times-Register
Last week in Bedford Hospital, 96 years of life ended for Lois Hubbell. For more than 61 of those years, she was the wife of Ned Hubbell following their marriage in 1916. Ned, who died in 1978 at the age of 91, wrote the nostalgic book of memories and history, which he titled, "Life in Bedford." It was published by the Bedford Historical Society in 1971 and has been out of print for several years.
The Hubbells both attended Hiram College and became life-long participants and contributors in Hiram alumni affairs. They lived at 500 Broadway, the present site of Lally-Fiedler Chevrolet, before building a home on Bexley Drive, where they lived in comfort and contentment for a half-century, and here they raised a son, Robert, and a daughter, Susan.
Mrs., Hubbell was a forceful person, small in stature, but with unshakeable convictions. She was a proper person, with little tolerance for those who weren't, in her opinion. She moved at a rapid pace and always seemed to be in a hurry, even when she was approaching and passing 90. Lois Hubbell did not know how to stroll.
She would frequently call this writer on the telephone when one of these Village Observer efforts struck some strain or memory or association. After making her comments (usually favorably, fortunately) in succinct and deliberate correct, wording, she would abruptly terminate the communication. She was not one to engage in small talk or idle time-consuming conversation.
Mrs. Hubbell, though old-fashioned in many ways, was quick to accept and adapt to the modern ways. She still stuck to the bits of the old terminology of her youth. When speaking of a journey to downtown Bedford on some errand, she would say that they were "going to the village."
Ned Hubbell's book was partly autobiographical, in that he drew on his own recollections of the village in the early years of this century. Here are a few examples of his descriptive reminiscences of what used to be: "Ash Street (now Lamson Avenue) ran north from East Grace for a distance of only four or five lots and the space north of it and east of what is now 500 Broadway, where the Chevrolet showroom now is, was nothing but pastureland. I can recall that my grandfather's cow used to come down to the pasture bars to be milked at a point just north of the home of Mrs. Silver, mother of Matt, now converted into the Johnson Funeral Home. There were no side streets off North Street beyond East Grace and the village residences of North Street did not extend beyond the point where Wandle Avenue now takes off. All the property north of Blaine and northwest of Columbus was farmland and there fewer than half a dozen houses on Columbus east of Blaine. There was no Tarbell Avenue and there were no streets east of Washington."
Ned, who was born in 1896, remembered that "there were no electric light or telephone poles and Main Street was an unpaved road with hitching posts in front of every store in the downtown area. " He goes on to describe a humble structure that was necessary in the days when horses provided the means of transport and each village had a town pump and a horse trough where horses could drink. These troughs were made of wooden planks about two inches thick. They were usually set above the level of the ground so that, when the check reins were loosened, the horses could easily reach the water. The troughs were some five feet long, thus both enabling horses in a team to drink at the same time. They were sixteen to eighteen inches deep with slanting sides, being narrower at the bottom than at the top, where they were perhaps twenty inches wide. Bedford had such a trough. It together with the pump, was in front of Andy May's livery stable on Willis Street.
With that vivid and detailed description, the reader would have nor problem picturing a thirsty team refreshing itself on dusty Main Street at the broad intersection of Willis. The open area of the Gaslite Inn parking lot, adjacent to that modern town watering hole, is the site of Andy May's old livery stable, with horses and vehicles for hire.
On the last page of his book Ned wrote, a dozen years ago, a bit of his philosophy that is catching on, at an accelerating pace, throughout the country: "Yes, times have changed, and we have changed, too. But there may be a reaction. We are beginning to rebel against our physical surroundings. We are trying to regain something of the purity of air and clarity of lakes and streams we once enjoyed. Perhaps the time will still come when we will try to recapture some of the charm of the simple life our rural forefathers lived."
Ned was a dreamer, hoping and striving for the impossible. But it is the dreamer who makes the impossible happen.
Special thanks to the Bedford Historical Society for their help in obtaining this article.
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