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Note: From Ernest Eads- Cordelia met Henry in a lumberjack camp where she was cook. She had been married to ? Fleming and had three children- Sarah, Alice and Georgie (not sure where Sarah fits in but Alice was 6 and Georgie was 2 in 1880 Cataraugus Co. census. Sarah was not listed. ____________________________________________________________________________________
obit for Cordelia Eads: Aged Albany Lady Answers Final Summons Mrs. Cordelia Eliza Eads subcums to final illness. A resident of Albany Township for about thirty years answers final summons. The death angel entered the home of the Eads brothers Monday evening at 8:30 o'clock, Dec. 30th, 1929 and bore with it in its upward flight the spirit of their beloved mother, Mrs. Cordelia Eliza Eads. ` Her passing occurred at the home six miles south of Albany after an illness of four weeks, following a period of gradually declining health. She was born Feb. 23, 1850, at New Hudson, New York, and passed her girlhood at that place. She was married Henry Eads at Allegheny, NY, Dec. 20, 1893. They came to Illinois March 1, 1894, their home having been in the vicinity of Albany ever since, a period of 36 years. Mrs. Eads was the mother of eight children, four sons and four daughters, namely, George Fleming of Canedaga, N. Y., Floyd W., Clayton A., and Asa R. Eads, all of Albany; Mrs. Sarah Phearsdorff of Alleghany, N. Y., Mrs. Alice Reedy, Mrs. Millie Anglese, Mrs. Florence Gale, all of Albany. Also 25 grandchildren and 10 great grandchildren, also a brother Alman Wright of Alleghany, N. Y.; two sisters, Mrs. Loretta Courtwright of Alleghany and Mrs. Louella McElheney of Oleon, N. Y. The husband and father preceded her in death Feb. 13, 1927 and a daughter Marcie in infancy. Funeral services were held Thursday afternoon with services in the home at 1:30 and at the Methodist church in Albany at 2:30. Rev C. H. DuVall in charge. Mrs. S. B. Dimond, Mrs. Edgar Daw. F. E. Wilson, and W. C. Van Nest sang, "Beautiful Isle of Some Where," "rock of Ages," and "Going Down the Valley," accompanied by Mrs. C. C. Ewing at the piano. The flower laden casket was carried by the following friends; Harvey Rennecker, John Lo?, Andrew Dolan, William Hurley, Edward Coffey and William Coffey. She was tenderly laid to rest beside her husband in the family lot in Oak Ridge. The writer knew Mrs. Eads for a period of twenty-seven years. Her home life was beautiful. No wife or mother could be more kind, more dutiful or more obliging than she; nor no friend or neighbor more faithful ad true. The love and respect her husband and children lavished upon her was a wonder and an education to all. In fact all who knew Mrs. Eads loved her. Her gentle spirit has found a haven of rest and quiet and peace. Her beautiful memory shall ever cherish. Relatives and friends from out of town attending the funeral were- Mr. and Mrs. Charles Eads; Mr. and Mrs. Lee McGowan;Mr. and Mrs. Art Eads and son; Mrs. Jos. Gorgney; Lee Whorley and Del Daniels of Morrison; Mrs. Millard Turner of Savanna; Fred Eads of Union Grove;Mr. and Mrs. Claire Meekans of Winfield; Miss Bertha Dillon; Mrs. Ed Sands; Mrs. Jessie Dillon Wreath of Hillsdale; Mr. and Mrs. Jessie Mace of Lyons; Mr. and Mrs. Earl Robinson of Hampton; Mr. and Mrs. James Pollard of Thomson and Mrs. Sarah Phearsdorf and son of Alleghany, N. Y. Again death's shadow lingered near. Filling our hearts with pain and fear, It stilled a loving mother's heart; That in all our lives have played a part. Her gentle form is lifeless now, And folded hands on her breast, Are the peaceful loving hands, That have always done her best. Her loving voice is silent, too, Her labor all is o'er. While blinding tear drops fill our eyes, Her spirit's reached the golden shore. We loved her, yes, we loved her, And they have sweetly called her, To join her loved ones gone before. Oh! Mother! how we'll miss your loving hand clasp, Your kind and gentle words of love. Since you have left us here to sorrow. And gone to your blissful home above, Farewell dear Mother. Your tasks on earth are done, But we hope to meet you, Mother, When our earthly race is run. The floral offerings were many; mute symbols of her beautiful life; and the high esteem she held. The most elaborate ones a large spray of lilies and roses from her children and a large arch of lilies, roses and chrysanthema from her grand children. ____________________________________________________________________________________
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