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- Newspaper Obituary - Wednesday, April 26, 1899 Pulaski Democrat - Pulaski, New York - Altmar - Died, in Altmar, April 17, after a brief illness, Mrs. Elias Laney. Mrs. Laney, whose maiden name was Martha Elizabeth Perry, was born in Rome, New York, August 16, 1833. She was one of a family of six children, two sons and four daughters. One brother in California and one in Wilmington, Illinois. A sister, Mrs. Eliza Filkins, died in Pulaski, six years ago. The two remaining sisters have their homes in Illinois. Miss Perry was a member of her father's family in Rome at the time of her marriage to Mr. Laney, March 14, 1852. Mr. and Mrs. Laney came to Albion nearly twenty-five years ago and have lived on a farm, on Pulaski street just outside the corporation line of the village of Altmar. There was born to them a daughter who died when young, also two sons, James W Laney, whose home is in Altmar and G. A. Laney, of Pasadena, California. Mrs. Laney united with the Congregational church at Ahmar on the 2nd day of December 1891, after having entertained a hope in Christ for many years. Her Christian life was exemplary, living a life of prayer and being a faithful reader of the Bible. She scattered smiles over all with whom she came in contact. Her unselfishness was everywhere manifest in consequence of which she exerted a healthful and helpful influence both in her family circle, in her neighborhood and in the church to which she belonged. As was said by the Saviour of another, so may it be said of her: "She hath done what she could." Her works do follow her. On Tuesday morning, April 18th, the funeral was held at her late residence, conducted by her pastor, Rev. C. W. Fifield, after which the remains were taken by her husband and her son James, on board the 11:00 a.m. train from Altmar to Taberg, and were met by a large company of relatives and friends who escorted them to the Valley Cemetery in Lee, Oneida County, where the casket was opened and prayer was offered by Rev. Berry, of Taberg. In our home there falls a shadow, a shadow so dark and wide; For a kind and loving mother has been taken from our side. Death has pressed its icy fingers upon one beautiful brow; At rest in the distant church yard, Our mother is sleeping now. Though we are so very lonely, and deeply feel our loss, 'Tis gain for her who hath so sweetly , for Jesus borne the cross.
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1833 - 1899 (65 years)