Alexander Franklin Williams, 94, of Strange Creek, WV, died Sunday, January 1, 1967 at his home following a three week illness. He was born July 22, 1872 in Nicholas County, he was a son of the late Austin and Elizabeth Ann Morrison Williams. He was a retired logging camp operator and farmer. He was a member of Mt. Vernon Methodist Church on Glade Creek. Surviving are his wife Elvira Cottle Williams; three Sons, Cecil Williams of Canvas, Paul A. Williams of Dunbar, and Richard B. Williams of Fairborn, OH; two stepdaughters, Mrs. Maxine Walker and Mrs. Ruth Brown both of Strange Creek; one Brother, John L. Williams of Akron, OH; 11 grandchildren and 21 great grandchildren. Funeral services will be held, Tuesday, January 3rd, 1967, at 2 p.m., in the Howard White Funeral Home in Summersville, with Rev. Johnnie Alfred officiating. Burial will follow in the Groves Cemetary at Summersville.
This is my Grandfather. My Dad's Father. He was a really wonderful Grandpa. He owned a huge farm, and a big house with a big porch. We loved going there as children to visit him, sleeping in big feather beds and exploring the farm, picking berries and getting to feed the animals. We loved sitting on the porch while Grandpa told us many exciting stories of days gone by. He was quite a talker with a quick wit that my Dad inherited. Everyone knew and respected him. He had the greenest thumb of anyone I ever knew, and always brought in a beautiful garden, and cooked as well as any woman. I still miss the huge fluffy biscuits he used to make us for breakfast. We loved him dearly and miss him lots.
This is my Grandfather. My Dad's Father. He was a really wonderful Grandpa. He owned a huge farm, and a big house with a big porch. We loved going there as children to visit him, sleeping in big feather beds and exploring the farm, picking berries and getting to feed the animals. We loved sitting on the porch while Grandpa told us many exciting stories of days gone by. He was quite a talker with a quick wit that my Dad inherited. Everyone knew and respected him. He had the greenest thumb of anyone I ever knew, and always brought in a beautiful garden, and cooked as well as any woman. I still miss the huge fluffy biscuits he used to make us for breakfast. We loved him dearly and miss him lots.
Alexander Franklin Williams, 94, of Strange Creek, WV, died Sunday, January 1, 1967 at his home following a three week illness. He was born July 22, 1872 in Nicholas County, he was a son of the late Austin and Elizabeth Ann Morrison Williams. He was a retired logging camp operator and farmer. He was a member of Mt. Vernon Methodist Church on Glade Creek. Surviving are his wife Elvira Cottle Williams; three Sons, Cecil Williams of Canvas, Paul A. Williams of Dunbar, and Richard B. Williams of Fairborn, OH; two stepdaughters, Mrs. Maxine Walker and Mrs. Ruth Brown both of Strange Creek; one Brother, John L. Williams of Akron, OH; 11 grandchildren and 21 great grandchildren. Funeral services will be held, Tuesday, January 3rd, 1967, at 2 p.m., in the Howard White Funeral Home in Summersville, with Rev. Johnnie Alfred officiating. Burial will follow in the Groves Cemetary at Summersville.
This is my Grandfather. My Dad's Father. He was a really wonderful Grandpa. He owned a huge farm, and a big house with a big porch. We loved going there as children to visit him, sleeping in big feather beds and exploring the farm, picking berries and getting to feed the animals. We loved sitting on the porch while Grandpa told us many exciting stories of days gone by. He was quite a talker with a quick wit that my Dad inherited. Everyone knew and respected him. He had the greenest thumb of anyone I ever knew, and always brought in a beautiful garden, and cooked as well as any woman. I still miss the huge fluffy biscuits he used to make us for breakfast. We loved him dearly and miss him lots.
This is my Grandfather. My Dad's Father. He was a really wonderful Grandpa. He owned a huge farm, and a big house with a big porch. We loved going there as children to visit him, sleeping in big feather beds and exploring the farm, picking berries and getting to feed the animals. We loved sitting on the porch while Grandpa told us many exciting stories of days gone by. He was quite a talker with a quick wit that my Dad inherited. Everyone knew and respected him. He had the greenest thumb of anyone I ever knew, and always brought in a beautiful garden, and cooked as well as any woman. I still miss the huge fluffy biscuits he used to make us for breakfast. We loved him dearly and miss him lots.
