From The Rome Daily Sentinel
April 28, 1941
"Oneida. Frank J. Tackabury, 87, Dies at Sands St. Home
Frank J. Tackabury, 87, a retired Oneida Limited employee, died at midnight at his home, 214 E. Sands St. where he had been in ill health for a month.
He was born in Hamilton, June 8, 1853. His parents were Middleton and Clarissa Clark Tackabury.
Surviving are three daughters, Mrs. Carl Elmer, Mrs. Elmer Trew, and Mrs. Lawrence Moran, and three sons, Frank J. Tackabury, George W. Tackabury and William M. Tackabury, as well as six grandchildren.
His wife, Mrs. Christina Chrisman Tackabury died 20 years ago. He was a member of the First Methodist Church."
In August 2001 I asked my mom to write something about her grandfather for me. She was legally blind at the time and had been living a few years with Lou Gehrig's Disease. These are her words. Frank John Tackabury Sr.
Written by his granddaughter Gloria Tackabury Bartholomew in August, 2001.
Frank John Tackabury Sr.
For as long as I can remember my grandfather lived with us. Grandpa was a tall man with snow white hair, a large mustache to match and the bluest eyes I've ever seen. They were called "Irish blue eyes" Grandpa always dressed like a gentleman with a white shirt and a suit coat even in the summer. He had a chair by the window in his room and there he sat and read the newspaper from cover to cover. and books of knowledge from his bookcase. His children called him "Pa", never Dad always "Pa"
He liked to sit in the kitchen and watch my mother work. I wish she were here because he told her all of the tales of his life. The only negative I know about was Uncle Del. This from my mom: "pick up your feet, you sound like Uncle Del". Apparently he did not pick up his feet.
Grandpa was a conductor on the train. I think the Ontario & Western. The O & W which went by our house on East Sands Street .He educated all his daughters except Clara, who was never well but lived to be 90 something. Lucy was a teacher, Almeda was a telegraph operator, Ella worked in the office of Oneida Limited. His wife was a midwife and a healer. She was on call day and night - with 7 living children, not easy.
Grandpa had a spirit of independence and used to sneak away to get a haircut walking the tracks to Oneida Castle or going downtown, if he didn't arrive home on time his son Frank Jr. would take the car and go looking for him. He was a member of the Methodist Church and its Men's Brotherhood. Grandpa had a sense of humor - he said I had a boyfriend in the hot water tank named "Tony Spaghetti". He remembered Lincoln being shot and the news boy calling the news all over town. I sat on his lap until one day he said "you are growing too fast - let's share the chair", after that we sat side-by-side.
The house on East Sands Street was his. He, Uncle Frank and Aunt Ella lived there. Ella got married and the house needed a lady. In came Will, Nellie, Teeny and Glory. For an 11 room house we were not crowded. Grandpa had the downstairs bedroom ,Uncle Frank was on one side of the upstairs hall, Mom and Dad in one room ,Teeny and I in the other, the fourth bedroom was the guest room.
When he became ill his daughters came to help. Nothing doing – he wanted Nell, my Mom. She had been there for him and the girls hadn't. When he died the doctor said he just "wore out" - no disease, just went to sleep. The funeral was at home and the crepe on the door, life went on but I missed him.
April 28, 1941
"Oneida. Frank J. Tackabury, 87, Dies at Sands St. Home
Frank J. Tackabury, 87, a retired Oneida Limited employee, died at midnight at his home, 214 E. Sands St. where he had been in ill health for a month.
He was born in Hamilton, June 8, 1853. His parents were Middleton and Clarissa Clark Tackabury.
Surviving are three daughters, Mrs. Carl Elmer, Mrs. Elmer Trew, and Mrs. Lawrence Moran, and three sons, Frank J. Tackabury, George W. Tackabury and William M. Tackabury, as well as six grandchildren.
His wife, Mrs. Christina Chrisman Tackabury died 20 years ago. He was a member of the First Methodist Church."
In August 2001 I asked my mom to write something about her grandfather for me. She was legally blind at the time and had been living a few years with Lou Gehrig's Disease. These are her words. Frank John Tackabury Sr.
Written by his granddaughter Gloria Tackabury Bartholomew in August, 2001.
Frank John Tackabury Sr.
For as long as I can remember my grandfather lived with us. Grandpa was a tall man with snow white hair, a large mustache to match and the bluest eyes I've ever seen. They were called "Irish blue eyes" Grandpa always dressed like a gentleman with a white shirt and a suit coat even in the summer. He had a chair by the window in his room and there he sat and read the newspaper from cover to cover. and books of knowledge from his bookcase. His children called him "Pa", never Dad always "Pa"
He liked to sit in the kitchen and watch my mother work. I wish she were here because he told her all of the tales of his life. The only negative I know about was Uncle Del. This from my mom: "pick up your feet, you sound like Uncle Del". Apparently he did not pick up his feet.
Grandpa was a conductor on the train. I think the Ontario & Western. The O & W which went by our house on East Sands Street .He educated all his daughters except Clara, who was never well but lived to be 90 something. Lucy was a teacher, Almeda was a telegraph operator, Ella worked in the office of Oneida Limited. His wife was a midwife and a healer. She was on call day and night - with 7 living children, not easy.
Grandpa had a spirit of independence and used to sneak away to get a haircut walking the tracks to Oneida Castle or going downtown, if he didn't arrive home on time his son Frank Jr. would take the car and go looking for him. He was a member of the Methodist Church and its Men's Brotherhood. Grandpa had a sense of humor - he said I had a boyfriend in the hot water tank named "Tony Spaghetti". He remembered Lincoln being shot and the news boy calling the news all over town. I sat on his lap until one day he said "you are growing too fast - let's share the chair", after that we sat side-by-side.
The house on East Sands Street was his. He, Uncle Frank and Aunt Ella lived there. Ella got married and the house needed a lady. In came Will, Nellie, Teeny and Glory. For an 11 room house we were not crowded. Grandpa had the downstairs bedroom ,Uncle Frank was on one side of the upstairs hall, Mom and Dad in one room ,Teeny and I in the other, the fourth bedroom was the guest room.
When he became ill his daughters came to help. Nothing doing – he wanted Nell, my Mom. She had been there for him and the girls hadn't. When he died the doctor said he just "wore out" - no disease, just went to sleep. The funeral was at home and the crepe on the door, life went on but I missed him.
From The Rome Daily Sentinel
April 28, 1941
"Oneida. Frank J. Tackabury, 87, Dies at Sands St. Home
Frank J. Tackabury, 87, a retired Oneida Limited employee, died at midnight at his home, 214 E. Sands St. where he had been in ill health for a month.
He was born in Hamilton, June 8, 1853. His parents were Middleton and Clarissa Clark Tackabury.
Surviving are three daughters, Mrs. Carl Elmer, Mrs. Elmer Trew, and Mrs. Lawrence Moran, and three sons, Frank J. Tackabury, George W. Tackabury and William M. Tackabury, as well as six grandchildren.
His wife, Mrs. Christina Chrisman Tackabury died 20 years ago. He was a member of the First Methodist Church."
In August 2001 I asked my mom to write something about her grandfather for me. She was legally blind at the time and had been living a few years with Lou Gehrig's Disease. These are her words. Frank John Tackabury Sr.
Written by his granddaughter Gloria Tackabury Bartholomew in August, 2001.
Frank John Tackabury Sr.
For as long as I can remember my grandfather lived with us. Grandpa was a tall man with snow white hair, a large mustache to match and the bluest eyes I've ever seen. They were called "Irish blue eyes" Grandpa always dressed like a gentleman with a white shirt and a suit coat even in the summer. He had a chair by the window in his room and there he sat and read the newspaper from cover to cover. and books of knowledge from his bookcase. His children called him "Pa", never Dad always "Pa"
He liked to sit in the kitchen and watch my mother work. I wish she were here because he told her all of the tales of his life. The only negative I know about was Uncle Del. This from my mom: "pick up your feet, you sound like Uncle Del". Apparently he did not pick up his feet.
Grandpa was a conductor on the train. I think the Ontario & Western. The O & W which went by our house on East Sands Street .He educated all his daughters except Clara, who was never well but lived to be 90 something. Lucy was a teacher, Almeda was a telegraph operator, Ella worked in the office of Oneida Limited. His wife was a midwife and a healer. She was on call day and night - with 7 living children, not easy.
Grandpa had a spirit of independence and used to sneak away to get a haircut walking the tracks to Oneida Castle or going downtown, if he didn't arrive home on time his son Frank Jr. would take the car and go looking for him. He was a member of the Methodist Church and its Men's Brotherhood. Grandpa had a sense of humor - he said I had a boyfriend in the hot water tank named "Tony Spaghetti". He remembered Lincoln being shot and the news boy calling the news all over town. I sat on his lap until one day he said "you are growing too fast - let's share the chair", after that we sat side-by-side.
The house on East Sands Street was his. He, Uncle Frank and Aunt Ella lived there. Ella got married and the house needed a lady. In came Will, Nellie, Teeny and Glory. For an 11 room house we were not crowded. Grandpa had the downstairs bedroom ,Uncle Frank was on one side of the upstairs hall, Mom and Dad in one room ,Teeny and I in the other, the fourth bedroom was the guest room.
When he became ill his daughters came to help. Nothing doing – he wanted Nell, my Mom. She had been there for him and the girls hadn't. When he died the doctor said he just "wore out" - no disease, just went to sleep. The funeral was at home and the crepe on the door, life went on but I missed him.
April 28, 1941
"Oneida. Frank J. Tackabury, 87, Dies at Sands St. Home
Frank J. Tackabury, 87, a retired Oneida Limited employee, died at midnight at his home, 214 E. Sands St. where he had been in ill health for a month.
He was born in Hamilton, June 8, 1853. His parents were Middleton and Clarissa Clark Tackabury.
Surviving are three daughters, Mrs. Carl Elmer, Mrs. Elmer Trew, and Mrs. Lawrence Moran, and three sons, Frank J. Tackabury, George W. Tackabury and William M. Tackabury, as well as six grandchildren.
His wife, Mrs. Christina Chrisman Tackabury died 20 years ago. He was a member of the First Methodist Church."
In August 2001 I asked my mom to write something about her grandfather for me. She was legally blind at the time and had been living a few years with Lou Gehrig's Disease. These are her words. Frank John Tackabury Sr.
Written by his granddaughter Gloria Tackabury Bartholomew in August, 2001.
Frank John Tackabury Sr.
For as long as I can remember my grandfather lived with us. Grandpa was a tall man with snow white hair, a large mustache to match and the bluest eyes I've ever seen. They were called "Irish blue eyes" Grandpa always dressed like a gentleman with a white shirt and a suit coat even in the summer. He had a chair by the window in his room and there he sat and read the newspaper from cover to cover. and books of knowledge from his bookcase. His children called him "Pa", never Dad always "Pa"
He liked to sit in the kitchen and watch my mother work. I wish she were here because he told her all of the tales of his life. The only negative I know about was Uncle Del. This from my mom: "pick up your feet, you sound like Uncle Del". Apparently he did not pick up his feet.
Grandpa was a conductor on the train. I think the Ontario & Western. The O & W which went by our house on East Sands Street .He educated all his daughters except Clara, who was never well but lived to be 90 something. Lucy was a teacher, Almeda was a telegraph operator, Ella worked in the office of Oneida Limited. His wife was a midwife and a healer. She was on call day and night - with 7 living children, not easy.
Grandpa had a spirit of independence and used to sneak away to get a haircut walking the tracks to Oneida Castle or going downtown, if he didn't arrive home on time his son Frank Jr. would take the car and go looking for him. He was a member of the Methodist Church and its Men's Brotherhood. Grandpa had a sense of humor - he said I had a boyfriend in the hot water tank named "Tony Spaghetti". He remembered Lincoln being shot and the news boy calling the news all over town. I sat on his lap until one day he said "you are growing too fast - let's share the chair", after that we sat side-by-side.
The house on East Sands Street was his. He, Uncle Frank and Aunt Ella lived there. Ella got married and the house needed a lady. In came Will, Nellie, Teeny and Glory. For an 11 room house we were not crowded. Grandpa had the downstairs bedroom ,Uncle Frank was on one side of the upstairs hall, Mom and Dad in one room ,Teeny and I in the other, the fourth bedroom was the guest room.
When he became ill his daughters came to help. Nothing doing – he wanted Nell, my Mom. She had been there for him and the girls hadn't. When he died the doctor said he just "wore out" - no disease, just went to sleep. The funeral was at home and the crepe on the door, life went on but I missed him.
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