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- William V. Beadle - July 23, 1850 - February 1, 1930. Son of Orrin and Roxanna Potter Beadle.
Newspaper Obituary - Thursday, February 6, 1930 Sandy Creek News - Sandy Creek, New York - William V. Beadle - The community of Orwell was deeply shocked when it became known that William V. Beadle, one of the oldest and a highly respected resident of the village had suddenly passed away, at his home, Saturday, February 1. He was born July 23, 1850, at the Beadle homestead where he had lived his entire life. His parents were Orrin and Roxanna Potter Beadle. His father was born in Herkimer, New York, July 14, 1812. He and several brothers and sisters were among the early settlers of the town, upon whose shoulders devolved the herculean task of subduing the forest, and converting the wilderness into a place of habitation. He cleared a large tract of land, a little west of the power house of the Niagara and Lockport Power Company, the farm being owned at present by James Bambury. His mother was born October 31, 1822, on Floyd Hill, Oneida County, a granddaughter of Nathaniel Davies, whose memory is blessed even unto this day. Her father, Ephriam Potter, was a man of great force of character, and possessed all the qualities essential for pioneer life. The departed was never married, and since his mother's death, twenty-one years ago, he had lived a quiet and pleasant life alone. He was a member of Lake Ontario Commandery No. 32, Oswego, Media Temple Mystic Shrine, Watertown; a life member of Pulaski Lodge, No. 415, F. & A.M., and a member of Pulaski Chapter, No. 279, Royal Arch Masons. He is survived by one sister, Mrs. Clarence Keys of Pulaski. His obsequies were held at his late home, Tuesday, February 4, Rev. T. T. Davies, an intimate friend of the departed, officiating. Members of Pulaski Lodge attended in a body, and the impressive Masonic burial service, given by Brother Trumbull. The beautiful floral tributes spoke of the love and esteem in which the friend and brother was held. Interment in the family lot, in Evergreen cemetery. “Now is done, thy long day’s work; Fold thy palms across thy breast, Fold thine arms, turn to thy rest, Sleep in peace.”
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