EDWIN R. ACKERMAN
Among the Christian epitaphs upon the tombs of the first century are inscribed the following: "Weep not my child, death is not eternal." "He was born away by angels," "He sleeps but lives," "He went to God."
Hope of a future life, and endless happiness in another world took away all fear of the experience we call death. The grave is not an "eternal home" neither is death an "eternal sleep," but they are an integral part of God's plan in the complete restoration of His children.
"He sleeps but lives," is essentially true of Edwin R. Ackerman, who passed away Friday afternoon, March 2, 1923, at his daughter's home, Mrs. Fred I. Guy, Lacona, N.Y. For several weeks as he lingered on the border land, he had expressed a longing to meet again the companions of other days, whom he had "loved long since, and lost awhile." He had no fear of the transition — and thus he desired to depart, and enter into God's perfect rest.
Mr. Ackerman was born June, 1850, at Herkimer, being one of eight children born to John and Kathryn Fox Ackerman, he being the last surviving member of his father's family. His parents moved to Boylston when the virgin forest attracted enterprising and aggressive settlers to the vicinity. His father, who was a man of iron will and business acumen, encountered the hardship incident to pioneer life and worked heroically to convert a wilderness into usable and productive land.
The departed settled on a farm at Boylston Center, where also he conducted a general store until the death of his wife, which occurred about four years ago. Since then his home has been with his daughter, Mrs. Guy, and his son, Elmer Ackerman who tenderly and lovingly cared for him during his declining years. His latter days were made sweet and peaceful by reason of their love and devotion.
His funeral was held Monday, March 5, at 2 P.M. at his daughter's home, Rev. T.T. Davies officiating. The body was committed to the vault at Woodlawn cemetery, burial to be made in the spring in the family lot at the Wesleyan cemetery, Boylston. The floral tribute from loved ones was extensive and beautiful.
He was a man well thought of by those who enjoyed his confidence and friendship. Retiring in his makeup, yet to his intimate companions he revealed traits of character that were noble, generous and good. He acted on the square, honorable in his dealings, upright in his conduct and faithful in his discharge of duties. It was said by one who had known him for years that duplicity and underhandness were foreign to his nature. He was a friend in need and a friend indeed.
"O thou who mournest on thy way,
With longings for the close of days
He walks with thee, that Angel kind,
And gently whispers, 'Be resigned;
Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell
The dear Lord ordereth all things well."
Source: The Sandy Creek News, March 8, 1923
Among the Christian epitaphs upon the tombs of the first century are inscribed the following: "Weep not my child, death is not eternal." "He was born away by angels," "He sleeps but lives," "He went to God."
Hope of a future life, and endless happiness in another world took away all fear of the experience we call death. The grave is not an "eternal home" neither is death an "eternal sleep," but they are an integral part of God's plan in the complete restoration of His children.
"He sleeps but lives," is essentially true of Edwin R. Ackerman, who passed away Friday afternoon, March 2, 1923, at his daughter's home, Mrs. Fred I. Guy, Lacona, N.Y. For several weeks as he lingered on the border land, he had expressed a longing to meet again the companions of other days, whom he had "loved long since, and lost awhile." He had no fear of the transition — and thus he desired to depart, and enter into God's perfect rest.
Mr. Ackerman was born June, 1850, at Herkimer, being one of eight children born to John and Kathryn Fox Ackerman, he being the last surviving member of his father's family. His parents moved to Boylston when the virgin forest attracted enterprising and aggressive settlers to the vicinity. His father, who was a man of iron will and business acumen, encountered the hardship incident to pioneer life and worked heroically to convert a wilderness into usable and productive land.
The departed settled on a farm at Boylston Center, where also he conducted a general store until the death of his wife, which occurred about four years ago. Since then his home has been with his daughter, Mrs. Guy, and his son, Elmer Ackerman who tenderly and lovingly cared for him during his declining years. His latter days were made sweet and peaceful by reason of their love and devotion.
His funeral was held Monday, March 5, at 2 P.M. at his daughter's home, Rev. T.T. Davies officiating. The body was committed to the vault at Woodlawn cemetery, burial to be made in the spring in the family lot at the Wesleyan cemetery, Boylston. The floral tribute from loved ones was extensive and beautiful.
He was a man well thought of by those who enjoyed his confidence and friendship. Retiring in his makeup, yet to his intimate companions he revealed traits of character that were noble, generous and good. He acted on the square, honorable in his dealings, upright in his conduct and faithful in his discharge of duties. It was said by one who had known him for years that duplicity and underhandness were foreign to his nature. He was a friend in need and a friend indeed.
"O thou who mournest on thy way,
With longings for the close of days
He walks with thee, that Angel kind,
And gently whispers, 'Be resigned;
Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell
The dear Lord ordereth all things well."
Source: The Sandy Creek News, March 8, 1923
EDWIN R. ACKERMAN
Among the Christian epitaphs upon the tombs of the first century are inscribed the following: "Weep not my child, death is not eternal." "He was born away by angels," "He sleeps but lives," "He went to God."
Hope of a future life, and endless happiness in another world took away all fear of the experience we call death. The grave is not an "eternal home" neither is death an "eternal sleep," but they are an integral part of God's plan in the complete restoration of His children.
"He sleeps but lives," is essentially true of Edwin R. Ackerman, who passed away Friday afternoon, March 2, 1923, at his daughter's home, Mrs. Fred I. Guy, Lacona, N.Y. For several weeks as he lingered on the border land, he had expressed a longing to meet again the companions of other days, whom he had "loved long since, and lost awhile." He had no fear of the transition — and thus he desired to depart, and enter into God's perfect rest.
Mr. Ackerman was born June, 1850, at Herkimer, being one of eight children born to John and Kathryn Fox Ackerman, he being the last surviving member of his father's family. His parents moved to Boylston when the virgin forest attracted enterprising and aggressive settlers to the vicinity. His father, who was a man of iron will and business acumen, encountered the hardship incident to pioneer life and worked heroically to convert a wilderness into usable and productive land.
The departed settled on a farm at Boylston Center, where also he conducted a general store until the death of his wife, which occurred about four years ago. Since then his home has been with his daughter, Mrs. Guy, and his son, Elmer Ackerman who tenderly and lovingly cared for him during his declining years. His latter days were made sweet and peaceful by reason of their love and devotion.
His funeral was held Monday, March 5, at 2 P.M. at his daughter's home, Rev. T.T. Davies officiating. The body was committed to the vault at Woodlawn cemetery, burial to be made in the spring in the family lot at the Wesleyan cemetery, Boylston. The floral tribute from loved ones was extensive and beautiful.
He was a man well thought of by those who enjoyed his confidence and friendship. Retiring in his makeup, yet to his intimate companions he revealed traits of character that were noble, generous and good. He acted on the square, honorable in his dealings, upright in his conduct and faithful in his discharge of duties. It was said by one who had known him for years that duplicity and underhandness were foreign to his nature. He was a friend in need and a friend indeed.
"O thou who mournest on thy way,
With longings for the close of days
He walks with thee, that Angel kind,
And gently whispers, 'Be resigned;
Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell
The dear Lord ordereth all things well."
Source: The Sandy Creek News, March 8, 1923
Among the Christian epitaphs upon the tombs of the first century are inscribed the following: "Weep not my child, death is not eternal." "He was born away by angels," "He sleeps but lives," "He went to God."
Hope of a future life, and endless happiness in another world took away all fear of the experience we call death. The grave is not an "eternal home" neither is death an "eternal sleep," but they are an integral part of God's plan in the complete restoration of His children.
"He sleeps but lives," is essentially true of Edwin R. Ackerman, who passed away Friday afternoon, March 2, 1923, at his daughter's home, Mrs. Fred I. Guy, Lacona, N.Y. For several weeks as he lingered on the border land, he had expressed a longing to meet again the companions of other days, whom he had "loved long since, and lost awhile." He had no fear of the transition — and thus he desired to depart, and enter into God's perfect rest.
Mr. Ackerman was born June, 1850, at Herkimer, being one of eight children born to John and Kathryn Fox Ackerman, he being the last surviving member of his father's family. His parents moved to Boylston when the virgin forest attracted enterprising and aggressive settlers to the vicinity. His father, who was a man of iron will and business acumen, encountered the hardship incident to pioneer life and worked heroically to convert a wilderness into usable and productive land.
The departed settled on a farm at Boylston Center, where also he conducted a general store until the death of his wife, which occurred about four years ago. Since then his home has been with his daughter, Mrs. Guy, and his son, Elmer Ackerman who tenderly and lovingly cared for him during his declining years. His latter days were made sweet and peaceful by reason of their love and devotion.
His funeral was held Monday, March 5, at 2 P.M. at his daughter's home, Rev. T.T. Davies officiating. The body was committed to the vault at Woodlawn cemetery, burial to be made in the spring in the family lot at the Wesleyan cemetery, Boylston. The floral tribute from loved ones was extensive and beautiful.
He was a man well thought of by those who enjoyed his confidence and friendship. Retiring in his makeup, yet to his intimate companions he revealed traits of character that were noble, generous and good. He acted on the square, honorable in his dealings, upright in his conduct and faithful in his discharge of duties. It was said by one who had known him for years that duplicity and underhandness were foreign to his nature. He was a friend in need and a friend indeed.
"O thou who mournest on thy way,
With longings for the close of days
He walks with thee, that Angel kind,
And gently whispers, 'Be resigned;
Bear up, bear on, the end shall tell
The dear Lord ordereth all things well."
Source: The Sandy Creek News, March 8, 1923
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