April 13, 1837: Lieutenant-Colonel, 39th Infantry
November 2, 1839: Colonel
September 1841: Brigadier General
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Palmyra Democrat
Wednesday, February 8, 1888
Obituary
In our last issue we published a brief obituary on the death of Lyman Reeves of this place; since our last issue we have been handed the following which portrays more fully the life of this noble citizen.
The subject of this sketch was born October 13, 1802, twelve years after his father pitched his tent in this unbroken wilderness. Another event of that day has a record in the diary that is worthy of notice, six years previous a few pits had been planted, they had sprouded and towered into trees and on that day delicious fruit was gathered. The country was new, the large trees presented unbroken ranks, elbowing each other, defying even hard hands and siney arms. What was the mission of the child taht day, but to wait and grow until strength was given to level those towering trees, turn the rich forest lands into fields of waveing [sic] grain? He had early in life the general supervision of a large farm, the ax preceded the plow, its clear loud ring gave warning to the trees of their coming fate. In the midst of toll, a sacred word touched the mental faculties, which saw it is not good for man to be alone, a stranger was not to be thought of as a companion, a short acquaintance would be a [sic] experiment, with painted curtains, when opened might give no sweet melody to the rapt visions. Providence directed to a suitable one, not far away, who was fitted by nature and education to give a charm to every circle graced by her presence.
May 1st, 1823, Lyman Reeves and Hannah A. Franklin were by the Rev. Daniel C. Hopkins pronounced husband and wife. Their family consisted of one daughter and four sons who survive him.When the militia was the bulwark of the country, he accepted office and passed through the different grades up to a Brigadier General. He studied the tactics and commanded like one born to command without an arbitrary word.
Mr. and Mrs. Lyman Reeves celebrated their fiftieth anniversary at the house of Franklin Reeves on the old homestead. Their numerous friends and relatives enjoyed the social as well as the inviting display of the table. The sixtieth anniversary was celebrated in the new and convenient house on the old homestead, more than one hundred guests were present. The great grand children with bright faces enjoyed it, but could not comprehend the space of time. The home reations [sic] were attractive, the family gatherins on Thanksgiving day where the young and the old met, and where the great grand parents with kind words and tender caresses won every little one present. The love that draws the aged and the young together is not the cold love of earth, but the sweet breath of heaven. He adopted a family into teh cricle at the last Thanksgiving dinner. The grandchildren numbered at one time nineteen, two have faded and passed to their final home. The great grand children numbered eighteen, two of those have gone before him. In sixty four years but four deaths have occurred in that family.
Lyman Reeves as a historian had few equals, his memory was like a chronological chart, mention an event of the past the details would come in rapid succession. His early religious training placed a light on the altar, it may have wanted but it never went out. His death which happened January 25th was sudden and unexpected, he had not been feeling well during the day although he was around. At the usual hour he retired to rest, he called his wife by name and died before she reached him, at the age of eight-five years and three months, universally honored and respected.
November 2, 1839: Colonel
September 1841: Brigadier General
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Palmyra Democrat
Wednesday, February 8, 1888
Obituary
In our last issue we published a brief obituary on the death of Lyman Reeves of this place; since our last issue we have been handed the following which portrays more fully the life of this noble citizen.
The subject of this sketch was born October 13, 1802, twelve years after his father pitched his tent in this unbroken wilderness. Another event of that day has a record in the diary that is worthy of notice, six years previous a few pits had been planted, they had sprouded and towered into trees and on that day delicious fruit was gathered. The country was new, the large trees presented unbroken ranks, elbowing each other, defying even hard hands and siney arms. What was the mission of the child taht day, but to wait and grow until strength was given to level those towering trees, turn the rich forest lands into fields of waveing [sic] grain? He had early in life the general supervision of a large farm, the ax preceded the plow, its clear loud ring gave warning to the trees of their coming fate. In the midst of toll, a sacred word touched the mental faculties, which saw it is not good for man to be alone, a stranger was not to be thought of as a companion, a short acquaintance would be a [sic] experiment, with painted curtains, when opened might give no sweet melody to the rapt visions. Providence directed to a suitable one, not far away, who was fitted by nature and education to give a charm to every circle graced by her presence.
May 1st, 1823, Lyman Reeves and Hannah A. Franklin were by the Rev. Daniel C. Hopkins pronounced husband and wife. Their family consisted of one daughter and four sons who survive him.When the militia was the bulwark of the country, he accepted office and passed through the different grades up to a Brigadier General. He studied the tactics and commanded like one born to command without an arbitrary word.
Mr. and Mrs. Lyman Reeves celebrated their fiftieth anniversary at the house of Franklin Reeves on the old homestead. Their numerous friends and relatives enjoyed the social as well as the inviting display of the table. The sixtieth anniversary was celebrated in the new and convenient house on the old homestead, more than one hundred guests were present. The great grand children with bright faces enjoyed it, but could not comprehend the space of time. The home reations [sic] were attractive, the family gatherins on Thanksgiving day where the young and the old met, and where the great grand parents with kind words and tender caresses won every little one present. The love that draws the aged and the young together is not the cold love of earth, but the sweet breath of heaven. He adopted a family into teh cricle at the last Thanksgiving dinner. The grandchildren numbered at one time nineteen, two have faded and passed to their final home. The great grand children numbered eighteen, two of those have gone before him. In sixty four years but four deaths have occurred in that family.
Lyman Reeves as a historian had few equals, his memory was like a chronological chart, mention an event of the past the details would come in rapid succession. His early religious training placed a light on the altar, it may have wanted but it never went out. His death which happened January 25th was sudden and unexpected, he had not been feeling well during the day although he was around. At the usual hour he retired to rest, he called his wife by name and died before she reached him, at the age of eight-five years and three months, universally honored and respected.
April 13, 1837: Lieutenant-Colonel, 39th Infantry
November 2, 1839: Colonel
September 1841: Brigadier General
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Palmyra Democrat
Wednesday, February 8, 1888
Obituary
In our last issue we published a brief obituary on the death of Lyman Reeves of this place; since our last issue we have been handed the following which portrays more fully the life of this noble citizen.
The subject of this sketch was born October 13, 1802, twelve years after his father pitched his tent in this unbroken wilderness. Another event of that day has a record in the diary that is worthy of notice, six years previous a few pits had been planted, they had sprouded and towered into trees and on that day delicious fruit was gathered. The country was new, the large trees presented unbroken ranks, elbowing each other, defying even hard hands and siney arms. What was the mission of the child taht day, but to wait and grow until strength was given to level those towering trees, turn the rich forest lands into fields of waveing [sic] grain? He had early in life the general supervision of a large farm, the ax preceded the plow, its clear loud ring gave warning to the trees of their coming fate. In the midst of toll, a sacred word touched the mental faculties, which saw it is not good for man to be alone, a stranger was not to be thought of as a companion, a short acquaintance would be a [sic] experiment, with painted curtains, when opened might give no sweet melody to the rapt visions. Providence directed to a suitable one, not far away, who was fitted by nature and education to give a charm to every circle graced by her presence.
May 1st, 1823, Lyman Reeves and Hannah A. Franklin were by the Rev. Daniel C. Hopkins pronounced husband and wife. Their family consisted of one daughter and four sons who survive him.When the militia was the bulwark of the country, he accepted office and passed through the different grades up to a Brigadier General. He studied the tactics and commanded like one born to command without an arbitrary word.
Mr. and Mrs. Lyman Reeves celebrated their fiftieth anniversary at the house of Franklin Reeves on the old homestead. Their numerous friends and relatives enjoyed the social as well as the inviting display of the table. The sixtieth anniversary was celebrated in the new and convenient house on the old homestead, more than one hundred guests were present. The great grand children with bright faces enjoyed it, but could not comprehend the space of time. The home reations [sic] were attractive, the family gatherins on Thanksgiving day where the young and the old met, and where the great grand parents with kind words and tender caresses won every little one present. The love that draws the aged and the young together is not the cold love of earth, but the sweet breath of heaven. He adopted a family into teh cricle at the last Thanksgiving dinner. The grandchildren numbered at one time nineteen, two have faded and passed to their final home. The great grand children numbered eighteen, two of those have gone before him. In sixty four years but four deaths have occurred in that family.
Lyman Reeves as a historian had few equals, his memory was like a chronological chart, mention an event of the past the details would come in rapid succession. His early religious training placed a light on the altar, it may have wanted but it never went out. His death which happened January 25th was sudden and unexpected, he had not been feeling well during the day although he was around. At the usual hour he retired to rest, he called his wife by name and died before she reached him, at the age of eight-five years and three months, universally honored and respected.
November 2, 1839: Colonel
September 1841: Brigadier General
---
Palmyra Democrat
Wednesday, February 8, 1888
Obituary
In our last issue we published a brief obituary on the death of Lyman Reeves of this place; since our last issue we have been handed the following which portrays more fully the life of this noble citizen.
The subject of this sketch was born October 13, 1802, twelve years after his father pitched his tent in this unbroken wilderness. Another event of that day has a record in the diary that is worthy of notice, six years previous a few pits had been planted, they had sprouded and towered into trees and on that day delicious fruit was gathered. The country was new, the large trees presented unbroken ranks, elbowing each other, defying even hard hands and siney arms. What was the mission of the child taht day, but to wait and grow until strength was given to level those towering trees, turn the rich forest lands into fields of waveing [sic] grain? He had early in life the general supervision of a large farm, the ax preceded the plow, its clear loud ring gave warning to the trees of their coming fate. In the midst of toll, a sacred word touched the mental faculties, which saw it is not good for man to be alone, a stranger was not to be thought of as a companion, a short acquaintance would be a [sic] experiment, with painted curtains, when opened might give no sweet melody to the rapt visions. Providence directed to a suitable one, not far away, who was fitted by nature and education to give a charm to every circle graced by her presence.
May 1st, 1823, Lyman Reeves and Hannah A. Franklin were by the Rev. Daniel C. Hopkins pronounced husband and wife. Their family consisted of one daughter and four sons who survive him.When the militia was the bulwark of the country, he accepted office and passed through the different grades up to a Brigadier General. He studied the tactics and commanded like one born to command without an arbitrary word.
Mr. and Mrs. Lyman Reeves celebrated their fiftieth anniversary at the house of Franklin Reeves on the old homestead. Their numerous friends and relatives enjoyed the social as well as the inviting display of the table. The sixtieth anniversary was celebrated in the new and convenient house on the old homestead, more than one hundred guests were present. The great grand children with bright faces enjoyed it, but could not comprehend the space of time. The home reations [sic] were attractive, the family gatherins on Thanksgiving day where the young and the old met, and where the great grand parents with kind words and tender caresses won every little one present. The love that draws the aged and the young together is not the cold love of earth, but the sweet breath of heaven. He adopted a family into teh cricle at the last Thanksgiving dinner. The grandchildren numbered at one time nineteen, two have faded and passed to their final home. The great grand children numbered eighteen, two of those have gone before him. In sixty four years but four deaths have occurred in that family.
Lyman Reeves as a historian had few equals, his memory was like a chronological chart, mention an event of the past the details would come in rapid succession. His early religious training placed a light on the altar, it may have wanted but it never went out. His death which happened January 25th was sudden and unexpected, he had not been feeling well during the day although he was around. At the usual hour he retired to rest, he called his wife by name and died before she reached him, at the age of eight-five years and three months, universally honored and respected.
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