Father: Charles Perry Goodrich 1831-1921
Mother: Frances del Gracia Bowen
Date of Birth: 28 Aug 1868
Place of Birth: Oakland, Jefferson County, Wisconsin
Date of Death: 7 August 1938
Place of Death: Fort Atkinson, Wisconsin
Spouse: Ada Leona Chamberlain
Date of Marriage: 26 Nov 1891
Place of Marriage: Oakland, Wisconsin
Children: Maxwell Chamberlain Goodrich, Doris Goodrich, Maryette Goodrich
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The following obituary is taken from front page of the Jefferson County Union 12 Aug 1891:
Chas. Goodrich 71, Dies Sunday Following Stroke
Prominent Fort Citizen Was James Salesman for Many Years
Charles L. Goodrich, 71, widely known Fort Atkinson resident who suffered a stroke Thursday evening, died in his home, 202 South Thirs street, East, at 3 a. m. Sunday without regaining consciousness.
Born on a farn in the town of Oakland, August, 28, 1868 he had always been interested in dairying, his father, C. P. Goodrich having been a pioneer farmer and on of the first to take up the breeding of dairy cattle in this state. Following his marriage to Miss Ada Chamberlain at Indian Ford, Nov. 26, 1981 they spent 10 years on his Valley Farm dairy in Oakland. They came here [Fort Atkinson] in 1901 and for several years he operated a livery stable.
For the past 32 years he had been with the James Manufacturing company as salesman for the southern part of Wisconsin. The last four years he had been an inside saledman at the factory.
Mr. Goodrich was a great lover of baseball and always followed the players as they changed teams, he knew the history of each man and could tell the batting average of any of them. As a young man, Charlie was associated with Billy Sullivan, who later became a famous catcher for the White Sox a generation ago, and according to Sullivan, it was Mr. Goodrich who got him interested in the game.
No man in the community had a wider circle of friends than "Charlie" Goodrich as he was familiarly called by every one.
On the street he was usually the center of the crowd, who were listening to one of Charlie's famous stories. He loved music, a good lecture, a good book; in short, he was a good citizen, a very desireable friend.
He is survived by his wife; one son, Maxwell Goodrich, Wilmette, Ill., two daughters, Mrs. Doris Gustaveson and Mrs. Maryette Clarke, both of Fort Atkinson; one brother, DeWitt Goodrich, Iowa; one nephew, Raymond Goodrich, Climbing Hill, Ia.; and six grandchildren.
Funeral services were held in the Congregational church at 2:30 p. m. Tuesday, the Rev. D. Q. Grabill officiating. Burial was in Evergreen Cemetery.
The following characterization of Charles Goodrich was submitted by G. W. Rankin:
We are here today and gone tomorrow and there is no pocket in a shrowd.
This trite saying is expressive of mankind's attitude toward life. Measured in terms of time, we are dream dust, our little lives are rounded witha sleep.
These recorded thoughts flashed through my conciousness when I was told that my old friend, Charlie Goodrich, had folded up his tent and silently departed.
"No pocket in a shrowd!"
The man who believes this statement believes in immortality. Charles Goodrich believed that there is a life or existence beyond the grave. He believed int the Christian's God. He believed that the Creator sent his only begotten son to Earth to redeem a fallen world.
However, he was a liberalist in his religious views, recognizing the inalienable right of every man to believe whatsoever he pleases.
Charlie Goodrich was amany sided man. He was a universal favorite because he was everybody's friend. He demonstrated that the way to have a friend is to be one.
He was a home lover and around his hearthstone, surrounded by his family, he was at his best.
He was a man of pronunced conviction upon all subjects that were of interest to him whether the subject was religion, politics, sport or any other human activity and having reached a conclusion, nothing less than irrefutable evidence could change his viewpoint.
It is said there is no such thing as an honest man; that all men under certain conditions will lie, cheat, steal; commit to-day the offence and mumble tomorrow the excuse.
I am exceedingly reluctant to subscribe to this statement and among the many men I know and have known, I am of the opinion that Charlie Goodrich embodied and exemplified the cardinal principles and virtues of a life to a degree unsurpassed by frail mankind.
He was a devotee of the arts, particturly of music. Nothing pleased him more than to gather about him his pals and while away the hours in the singing of old time songs and ballads.
And so, my good and cheerful friend, a master architect of building a castle of happiness out of the losses and crosses that Fate throws about us; to you who could always see the silver lining to every cloud, who could poniard your sorrows and share your joys, who could laugh and sing and be content, keeping up the fight til life's rugged journey ended, Hail and farewell.
_________
CHARLES L. GOODRICH
The Supreme Arbiter has called "strike three" on Charles L. "Charley" Goodrich. The scorer has recorded the last entry opposite his name in the Book of Life.
Charley suffered a stroke last Thursday night from which he never regained consciousness. He died early Sunday morning.
Some who play the game are brave and great and acquire riches in the material things of life. Others there are who are just game and kind and acquire riches in friendships made.
Who makes the best score? We often wonder. To those in the full flush of the morning, it seems the award goes to the brave and the great who inherit the earth. To those of wisdom, sitting huddled up in the twilight gray, dreaming dreams, it seems most certain and sure, those who have opened up the gates of their hearts and minds and shared with others to the greatest degree, the beauty, joy and courage of their life, win by the biggest score.
On Tuesday afternoon, Company Executives and Office Employees closed their desks, stenographers covered their typewriters, draftsmen laid down their pencils, factory employees shut off their machines, salesmen closed their order books, dealers left their place of business, farmers came in from their threshing or work in the fields, businessmen, neighbors and citizens of our city - all good loyal friends - halted their activities that respect might be paid to an outstanding character - a maker of friends.
Yes, Charley Goodrich had a host of friends, who enjoyed his company, who recognized him as a character born of a seed and cultivated from soil of an earlier period, which seemed to produce human qualities comparable to the early pioneers. We regret seeing these remaining few of this older pioneer stock leave our midst.
Jamesway extends sympathy to the family circle where his loss
will be felt most keenly. To those of us who have been associated
with Charley over a period of years, in his work on the
demonstration floor, about the office, at the "Badger" swapping
the latest dope on the Cubs, we are going to miss him just a lot.
To St. Peter, Keeper of the Gates of Heaven this one request - When Charley comes (you will know him by his crown of white hair, his healthy laugh, his walk, his desire to set about to build a mansion for loved ones who will follow) - among the many gifts be is to receive in the Great Beyond, please don't overlook reserving a good seat, along the third base line, where he may hear the "crack of the bat", observe and follow well, play by play, the game of ball he loved so well; where he may look down upon the host of friends he made on the ball diamond of life.
Mother: Frances del Gracia Bowen
Date of Birth: 28 Aug 1868
Place of Birth: Oakland, Jefferson County, Wisconsin
Date of Death: 7 August 1938
Place of Death: Fort Atkinson, Wisconsin
Spouse: Ada Leona Chamberlain
Date of Marriage: 26 Nov 1891
Place of Marriage: Oakland, Wisconsin
Children: Maxwell Chamberlain Goodrich, Doris Goodrich, Maryette Goodrich
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The following obituary is taken from front page of the Jefferson County Union 12 Aug 1891:
Chas. Goodrich 71, Dies Sunday Following Stroke
Prominent Fort Citizen Was James Salesman for Many Years
Charles L. Goodrich, 71, widely known Fort Atkinson resident who suffered a stroke Thursday evening, died in his home, 202 South Thirs street, East, at 3 a. m. Sunday without regaining consciousness.
Born on a farn in the town of Oakland, August, 28, 1868 he had always been interested in dairying, his father, C. P. Goodrich having been a pioneer farmer and on of the first to take up the breeding of dairy cattle in this state. Following his marriage to Miss Ada Chamberlain at Indian Ford, Nov. 26, 1981 they spent 10 years on his Valley Farm dairy in Oakland. They came here [Fort Atkinson] in 1901 and for several years he operated a livery stable.
For the past 32 years he had been with the James Manufacturing company as salesman for the southern part of Wisconsin. The last four years he had been an inside saledman at the factory.
Mr. Goodrich was a great lover of baseball and always followed the players as they changed teams, he knew the history of each man and could tell the batting average of any of them. As a young man, Charlie was associated with Billy Sullivan, who later became a famous catcher for the White Sox a generation ago, and according to Sullivan, it was Mr. Goodrich who got him interested in the game.
No man in the community had a wider circle of friends than "Charlie" Goodrich as he was familiarly called by every one.
On the street he was usually the center of the crowd, who were listening to one of Charlie's famous stories. He loved music, a good lecture, a good book; in short, he was a good citizen, a very desireable friend.
He is survived by his wife; one son, Maxwell Goodrich, Wilmette, Ill., two daughters, Mrs. Doris Gustaveson and Mrs. Maryette Clarke, both of Fort Atkinson; one brother, DeWitt Goodrich, Iowa; one nephew, Raymond Goodrich, Climbing Hill, Ia.; and six grandchildren.
Funeral services were held in the Congregational church at 2:30 p. m. Tuesday, the Rev. D. Q. Grabill officiating. Burial was in Evergreen Cemetery.
The following characterization of Charles Goodrich was submitted by G. W. Rankin:
We are here today and gone tomorrow and there is no pocket in a shrowd.
This trite saying is expressive of mankind's attitude toward life. Measured in terms of time, we are dream dust, our little lives are rounded witha sleep.
These recorded thoughts flashed through my conciousness when I was told that my old friend, Charlie Goodrich, had folded up his tent and silently departed.
"No pocket in a shrowd!"
The man who believes this statement believes in immortality. Charles Goodrich believed that there is a life or existence beyond the grave. He believed int the Christian's God. He believed that the Creator sent his only begotten son to Earth to redeem a fallen world.
However, he was a liberalist in his religious views, recognizing the inalienable right of every man to believe whatsoever he pleases.
Charlie Goodrich was amany sided man. He was a universal favorite because he was everybody's friend. He demonstrated that the way to have a friend is to be one.
He was a home lover and around his hearthstone, surrounded by his family, he was at his best.
He was a man of pronunced conviction upon all subjects that were of interest to him whether the subject was religion, politics, sport or any other human activity and having reached a conclusion, nothing less than irrefutable evidence could change his viewpoint.
It is said there is no such thing as an honest man; that all men under certain conditions will lie, cheat, steal; commit to-day the offence and mumble tomorrow the excuse.
I am exceedingly reluctant to subscribe to this statement and among the many men I know and have known, I am of the opinion that Charlie Goodrich embodied and exemplified the cardinal principles and virtues of a life to a degree unsurpassed by frail mankind.
He was a devotee of the arts, particturly of music. Nothing pleased him more than to gather about him his pals and while away the hours in the singing of old time songs and ballads.
And so, my good and cheerful friend, a master architect of building a castle of happiness out of the losses and crosses that Fate throws about us; to you who could always see the silver lining to every cloud, who could poniard your sorrows and share your joys, who could laugh and sing and be content, keeping up the fight til life's rugged journey ended, Hail and farewell.
_________
CHARLES L. GOODRICH
The Supreme Arbiter has called "strike three" on Charles L. "Charley" Goodrich. The scorer has recorded the last entry opposite his name in the Book of Life.
Charley suffered a stroke last Thursday night from which he never regained consciousness. He died early Sunday morning.
Some who play the game are brave and great and acquire riches in the material things of life. Others there are who are just game and kind and acquire riches in friendships made.
Who makes the best score? We often wonder. To those in the full flush of the morning, it seems the award goes to the brave and the great who inherit the earth. To those of wisdom, sitting huddled up in the twilight gray, dreaming dreams, it seems most certain and sure, those who have opened up the gates of their hearts and minds and shared with others to the greatest degree, the beauty, joy and courage of their life, win by the biggest score.
On Tuesday afternoon, Company Executives and Office Employees closed their desks, stenographers covered their typewriters, draftsmen laid down their pencils, factory employees shut off their machines, salesmen closed their order books, dealers left their place of business, farmers came in from their threshing or work in the fields, businessmen, neighbors and citizens of our city - all good loyal friends - halted their activities that respect might be paid to an outstanding character - a maker of friends.
Yes, Charley Goodrich had a host of friends, who enjoyed his company, who recognized him as a character born of a seed and cultivated from soil of an earlier period, which seemed to produce human qualities comparable to the early pioneers. We regret seeing these remaining few of this older pioneer stock leave our midst.
Jamesway extends sympathy to the family circle where his loss
will be felt most keenly. To those of us who have been associated
with Charley over a period of years, in his work on the
demonstration floor, about the office, at the "Badger" swapping
the latest dope on the Cubs, we are going to miss him just a lot.
To St. Peter, Keeper of the Gates of Heaven this one request - When Charley comes (you will know him by his crown of white hair, his healthy laugh, his walk, his desire to set about to build a mansion for loved ones who will follow) - among the many gifts be is to receive in the Great Beyond, please don't overlook reserving a good seat, along the third base line, where he may hear the "crack of the bat", observe and follow well, play by play, the game of ball he loved so well; where he may look down upon the host of friends he made on the ball diamond of life.
Father: Charles Perry Goodrich 1831-1921
Mother: Frances del Gracia Bowen
Date of Birth: 28 Aug 1868
Place of Birth: Oakland, Jefferson County, Wisconsin
Date of Death: 7 August 1938
Place of Death: Fort Atkinson, Wisconsin
Spouse: Ada Leona Chamberlain
Date of Marriage: 26 Nov 1891
Place of Marriage: Oakland, Wisconsin
Children: Maxwell Chamberlain Goodrich, Doris Goodrich, Maryette Goodrich
__________
The following obituary is taken from front page of the Jefferson County Union 12 Aug 1891:
Chas. Goodrich 71, Dies Sunday Following Stroke
Prominent Fort Citizen Was James Salesman for Many Years
Charles L. Goodrich, 71, widely known Fort Atkinson resident who suffered a stroke Thursday evening, died in his home, 202 South Thirs street, East, at 3 a. m. Sunday without regaining consciousness.
Born on a farn in the town of Oakland, August, 28, 1868 he had always been interested in dairying, his father, C. P. Goodrich having been a pioneer farmer and on of the first to take up the breeding of dairy cattle in this state. Following his marriage to Miss Ada Chamberlain at Indian Ford, Nov. 26, 1981 they spent 10 years on his Valley Farm dairy in Oakland. They came here [Fort Atkinson] in 1901 and for several years he operated a livery stable.
For the past 32 years he had been with the James Manufacturing company as salesman for the southern part of Wisconsin. The last four years he had been an inside saledman at the factory.
Mr. Goodrich was a great lover of baseball and always followed the players as they changed teams, he knew the history of each man and could tell the batting average of any of them. As a young man, Charlie was associated with Billy Sullivan, who later became a famous catcher for the White Sox a generation ago, and according to Sullivan, it was Mr. Goodrich who got him interested in the game.
No man in the community had a wider circle of friends than "Charlie" Goodrich as he was familiarly called by every one.
On the street he was usually the center of the crowd, who were listening to one of Charlie's famous stories. He loved music, a good lecture, a good book; in short, he was a good citizen, a very desireable friend.
He is survived by his wife; one son, Maxwell Goodrich, Wilmette, Ill., two daughters, Mrs. Doris Gustaveson and Mrs. Maryette Clarke, both of Fort Atkinson; one brother, DeWitt Goodrich, Iowa; one nephew, Raymond Goodrich, Climbing Hill, Ia.; and six grandchildren.
Funeral services were held in the Congregational church at 2:30 p. m. Tuesday, the Rev. D. Q. Grabill officiating. Burial was in Evergreen Cemetery.
The following characterization of Charles Goodrich was submitted by G. W. Rankin:
We are here today and gone tomorrow and there is no pocket in a shrowd.
This trite saying is expressive of mankind's attitude toward life. Measured in terms of time, we are dream dust, our little lives are rounded witha sleep.
These recorded thoughts flashed through my conciousness when I was told that my old friend, Charlie Goodrich, had folded up his tent and silently departed.
"No pocket in a shrowd!"
The man who believes this statement believes in immortality. Charles Goodrich believed that there is a life or existence beyond the grave. He believed int the Christian's God. He believed that the Creator sent his only begotten son to Earth to redeem a fallen world.
However, he was a liberalist in his religious views, recognizing the inalienable right of every man to believe whatsoever he pleases.
Charlie Goodrich was amany sided man. He was a universal favorite because he was everybody's friend. He demonstrated that the way to have a friend is to be one.
He was a home lover and around his hearthstone, surrounded by his family, he was at his best.
He was a man of pronunced conviction upon all subjects that were of interest to him whether the subject was religion, politics, sport or any other human activity and having reached a conclusion, nothing less than irrefutable evidence could change his viewpoint.
It is said there is no such thing as an honest man; that all men under certain conditions will lie, cheat, steal; commit to-day the offence and mumble tomorrow the excuse.
I am exceedingly reluctant to subscribe to this statement and among the many men I know and have known, I am of the opinion that Charlie Goodrich embodied and exemplified the cardinal principles and virtues of a life to a degree unsurpassed by frail mankind.
He was a devotee of the arts, particturly of music. Nothing pleased him more than to gather about him his pals and while away the hours in the singing of old time songs and ballads.
And so, my good and cheerful friend, a master architect of building a castle of happiness out of the losses and crosses that Fate throws about us; to you who could always see the silver lining to every cloud, who could poniard your sorrows and share your joys, who could laugh and sing and be content, keeping up the fight til life's rugged journey ended, Hail and farewell.
_________
CHARLES L. GOODRICH
The Supreme Arbiter has called "strike three" on Charles L. "Charley" Goodrich. The scorer has recorded the last entry opposite his name in the Book of Life.
Charley suffered a stroke last Thursday night from which he never regained consciousness. He died early Sunday morning.
Some who play the game are brave and great and acquire riches in the material things of life. Others there are who are just game and kind and acquire riches in friendships made.
Who makes the best score? We often wonder. To those in the full flush of the morning, it seems the award goes to the brave and the great who inherit the earth. To those of wisdom, sitting huddled up in the twilight gray, dreaming dreams, it seems most certain and sure, those who have opened up the gates of their hearts and minds and shared with others to the greatest degree, the beauty, joy and courage of their life, win by the biggest score.
On Tuesday afternoon, Company Executives and Office Employees closed their desks, stenographers covered their typewriters, draftsmen laid down their pencils, factory employees shut off their machines, salesmen closed their order books, dealers left their place of business, farmers came in from their threshing or work in the fields, businessmen, neighbors and citizens of our city - all good loyal friends - halted their activities that respect might be paid to an outstanding character - a maker of friends.
Yes, Charley Goodrich had a host of friends, who enjoyed his company, who recognized him as a character born of a seed and cultivated from soil of an earlier period, which seemed to produce human qualities comparable to the early pioneers. We regret seeing these remaining few of this older pioneer stock leave our midst.
Jamesway extends sympathy to the family circle where his loss
will be felt most keenly. To those of us who have been associated
with Charley over a period of years, in his work on the
demonstration floor, about the office, at the "Badger" swapping
the latest dope on the Cubs, we are going to miss him just a lot.
To St. Peter, Keeper of the Gates of Heaven this one request - When Charley comes (you will know him by his crown of white hair, his healthy laugh, his walk, his desire to set about to build a mansion for loved ones who will follow) - among the many gifts be is to receive in the Great Beyond, please don't overlook reserving a good seat, along the third base line, where he may hear the "crack of the bat", observe and follow well, play by play, the game of ball he loved so well; where he may look down upon the host of friends he made on the ball diamond of life.
Mother: Frances del Gracia Bowen
Date of Birth: 28 Aug 1868
Place of Birth: Oakland, Jefferson County, Wisconsin
Date of Death: 7 August 1938
Place of Death: Fort Atkinson, Wisconsin
Spouse: Ada Leona Chamberlain
Date of Marriage: 26 Nov 1891
Place of Marriage: Oakland, Wisconsin
Children: Maxwell Chamberlain Goodrich, Doris Goodrich, Maryette Goodrich
__________
The following obituary is taken from front page of the Jefferson County Union 12 Aug 1891:
Chas. Goodrich 71, Dies Sunday Following Stroke
Prominent Fort Citizen Was James Salesman for Many Years
Charles L. Goodrich, 71, widely known Fort Atkinson resident who suffered a stroke Thursday evening, died in his home, 202 South Thirs street, East, at 3 a. m. Sunday without regaining consciousness.
Born on a farn in the town of Oakland, August, 28, 1868 he had always been interested in dairying, his father, C. P. Goodrich having been a pioneer farmer and on of the first to take up the breeding of dairy cattle in this state. Following his marriage to Miss Ada Chamberlain at Indian Ford, Nov. 26, 1981 they spent 10 years on his Valley Farm dairy in Oakland. They came here [Fort Atkinson] in 1901 and for several years he operated a livery stable.
For the past 32 years he had been with the James Manufacturing company as salesman for the southern part of Wisconsin. The last four years he had been an inside saledman at the factory.
Mr. Goodrich was a great lover of baseball and always followed the players as they changed teams, he knew the history of each man and could tell the batting average of any of them. As a young man, Charlie was associated with Billy Sullivan, who later became a famous catcher for the White Sox a generation ago, and according to Sullivan, it was Mr. Goodrich who got him interested in the game.
No man in the community had a wider circle of friends than "Charlie" Goodrich as he was familiarly called by every one.
On the street he was usually the center of the crowd, who were listening to one of Charlie's famous stories. He loved music, a good lecture, a good book; in short, he was a good citizen, a very desireable friend.
He is survived by his wife; one son, Maxwell Goodrich, Wilmette, Ill., two daughters, Mrs. Doris Gustaveson and Mrs. Maryette Clarke, both of Fort Atkinson; one brother, DeWitt Goodrich, Iowa; one nephew, Raymond Goodrich, Climbing Hill, Ia.; and six grandchildren.
Funeral services were held in the Congregational church at 2:30 p. m. Tuesday, the Rev. D. Q. Grabill officiating. Burial was in Evergreen Cemetery.
The following characterization of Charles Goodrich was submitted by G. W. Rankin:
We are here today and gone tomorrow and there is no pocket in a shrowd.
This trite saying is expressive of mankind's attitude toward life. Measured in terms of time, we are dream dust, our little lives are rounded witha sleep.
These recorded thoughts flashed through my conciousness when I was told that my old friend, Charlie Goodrich, had folded up his tent and silently departed.
"No pocket in a shrowd!"
The man who believes this statement believes in immortality. Charles Goodrich believed that there is a life or existence beyond the grave. He believed int the Christian's God. He believed that the Creator sent his only begotten son to Earth to redeem a fallen world.
However, he was a liberalist in his religious views, recognizing the inalienable right of every man to believe whatsoever he pleases.
Charlie Goodrich was amany sided man. He was a universal favorite because he was everybody's friend. He demonstrated that the way to have a friend is to be one.
He was a home lover and around his hearthstone, surrounded by his family, he was at his best.
He was a man of pronunced conviction upon all subjects that were of interest to him whether the subject was religion, politics, sport or any other human activity and having reached a conclusion, nothing less than irrefutable evidence could change his viewpoint.
It is said there is no such thing as an honest man; that all men under certain conditions will lie, cheat, steal; commit to-day the offence and mumble tomorrow the excuse.
I am exceedingly reluctant to subscribe to this statement and among the many men I know and have known, I am of the opinion that Charlie Goodrich embodied and exemplified the cardinal principles and virtues of a life to a degree unsurpassed by frail mankind.
He was a devotee of the arts, particturly of music. Nothing pleased him more than to gather about him his pals and while away the hours in the singing of old time songs and ballads.
And so, my good and cheerful friend, a master architect of building a castle of happiness out of the losses and crosses that Fate throws about us; to you who could always see the silver lining to every cloud, who could poniard your sorrows and share your joys, who could laugh and sing and be content, keeping up the fight til life's rugged journey ended, Hail and farewell.
_________
CHARLES L. GOODRICH
The Supreme Arbiter has called "strike three" on Charles L. "Charley" Goodrich. The scorer has recorded the last entry opposite his name in the Book of Life.
Charley suffered a stroke last Thursday night from which he never regained consciousness. He died early Sunday morning.
Some who play the game are brave and great and acquire riches in the material things of life. Others there are who are just game and kind and acquire riches in friendships made.
Who makes the best score? We often wonder. To those in the full flush of the morning, it seems the award goes to the brave and the great who inherit the earth. To those of wisdom, sitting huddled up in the twilight gray, dreaming dreams, it seems most certain and sure, those who have opened up the gates of their hearts and minds and shared with others to the greatest degree, the beauty, joy and courage of their life, win by the biggest score.
On Tuesday afternoon, Company Executives and Office Employees closed their desks, stenographers covered their typewriters, draftsmen laid down their pencils, factory employees shut off their machines, salesmen closed their order books, dealers left their place of business, farmers came in from their threshing or work in the fields, businessmen, neighbors and citizens of our city - all good loyal friends - halted their activities that respect might be paid to an outstanding character - a maker of friends.
Yes, Charley Goodrich had a host of friends, who enjoyed his company, who recognized him as a character born of a seed and cultivated from soil of an earlier period, which seemed to produce human qualities comparable to the early pioneers. We regret seeing these remaining few of this older pioneer stock leave our midst.
Jamesway extends sympathy to the family circle where his loss
will be felt most keenly. To those of us who have been associated
with Charley over a period of years, in his work on the
demonstration floor, about the office, at the "Badger" swapping
the latest dope on the Cubs, we are going to miss him just a lot.
To St. Peter, Keeper of the Gates of Heaven this one request - When Charley comes (you will know him by his crown of white hair, his healthy laugh, his walk, his desire to set about to build a mansion for loved ones who will follow) - among the many gifts be is to receive in the Great Beyond, please don't overlook reserving a good seat, along the third base line, where he may hear the "crack of the bat", observe and follow well, play by play, the game of ball he loved so well; where he may look down upon the host of friends he made on the ball diamond of life.
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