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- August 5, 1902 - Phoebe N. Austin, age 68 years, 5 days, Married, Housekeeper, born in Camden, New York, Daughter of James Nichols and Nancy Nichols, Died in Pulaski of paralysis, old age.
Newspaper Obituary - Wednesday, August 6, 1902 Pulaski Democrat - Pulaski, New York - Mrs. Dennis E. Austin - Yesterday afternoon at 3:30 o'clock, occurred the death of Phoebe Nichols, wife of Dennis E. Austin, at her home in this village, after many months of suffering. Mrs. Austin was born in Camden, New York, August 1, 1834. Her home had always been in that vicinity until her removal from Ricard to this village, nearly twenty years ago. For many years she has been a devoted member of the M. E. church and was possessed of a most lovable Christian character. Besides the husband she leaves five children: Albert, of Pulaski; Eli, of Ricard; Lydia, wife of F. G. West, of Pulaski; Frank, of Fulton, and Ora, of Albany, Oregon. It was a source of great comfort to the mother that her youngest son, Ora, could be with and help care for her in the last days of her life. The funeral will be held on Thursday at 10 o'clock, p.m., Rev. S. O. Barnes, her pastor, will conduct the services.
Newspaper Article - Wednesday, August 13, 1902 Pulaski Democrat - Pulaski, New York - Local Notes - The last sad rights over the remains of Mrs. Dennis E. Austin, whose death occurred on Tuesday last, was held at the family home in Broad street at 10 o'clock Thursday morning, Rev. S. O. Barnes officiating, assisted by Rev. S. E. Brown. During the services “Nearer My God to Thee,” “Looking This Way” and “We’ll Never Say Goodbye,” where rendered by a quartet consisting of Mrs. S. W. Holmes, Miss Frances A. Ehle, Byron G. Seamans and F. A. Clark. The floral tributes were numerous and beautiful, prominent among them being pillows from the four sons of the deceased and from Miss Ina B. Austin and the Woman's Foreign Missionary Society of the Methodist Society of the Methodist church; a broken wheel from the Woman's Christian Temperance Union and a handsome floral cross from the Woman's Relief Corps. A profusion of cut flowers were also placed about the casket. The body was taken to Williamstown for interment.
Newspaper Obituary - Wednesday, August 13, 1902 Pulaski Democrat - Pulaski, New York - Death of Mrs. Dennis Austin - Mrs. Phoebe Austin, wife of Dennis Austin, died at her home in Pulaski, August 5. Through her death the community in which she has lived for so many years, loses a most estimable lady, loved and respected by all who were brought into intimate relation with her. She was born in the Township of Camden, Oneida County, New York, August 1, 1834. She leaves a husband, four sons and one daughter. The following was composed on the death of Mrs. Dennis Austin: Sixty-eight years, what a long life. She has been faithful and true, a kind, loving wife. Her work in the mortal is finished up now, And the Angels have come to crown her brow. Oh, the long years she has toiled in this body of clay, The heartache, the tears, the trials, day by day. How faithful she's been, how kind, how true; Now the death Angel calls and she bids us adieu. Adieu to this world of care and pain, To us it's a loss, but to her what a gain. For she's gone to her home in that land of light, She has built that home with deeds that were right. Then why should we mourn when death takes from us One who has lived long and true, been faithful and just; Much better than we should rejoice at this birth, For now she's freed from the cares of earth. So bid her God-speed, with a smile on your face, The journey’s not long, it's not a strange place; Her loved ones have welcomed and taken her home, Farewell, dearest mother, no more to roam. Our home will be lonely and vacant the chair, But mother, we know, is free from care; And we will not let these foolish tears fall, But try and remember it's best for all. And gently we'll lay the dear form to rest, It’s worked all done, God knows what's best. And a prayer we’ll offer as we turn from the grave, For strength to live just as true and brave. Our dear old father, so aged and gray, We know that his heart is lonely today. For fifty long years they have walked side-by-side, And he thinks of her now as his own sweet bride. But cheer up, we’ll whisper the secret to you, Don’t mourn, dear mother's not dead, ‘tis true; She’s living and hoping the time will soon come When you, too, will join in that land of song. Mrs. E. F. Austin, Williamstown, August 11.
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Abt 1835 - 1902 (67 years)