Below are clippings from several scrapbooks we have at the Linesville Historical Society. Please enjoy them, and I hope you are able to make a connection! “Death of Harmon Miller, Funeral and Interment Sunday” - Last Thursday, Oct. 12, 1893, Harmon Miller died at his home, Pittsburgh, in the 46th year of his age. He was single - leaving mother, sister and two brothers - Mrs. Rhoda Miller, Arvilla, Varnum and Alonzo. His death resulted from congestion of the brain, having, however, suffered two strokes of paralysis previously. Remains were conveyed here Saturday and funeral was held Sunday afternoon at the Universalist church, Rev. Hewitt officiating. Over 200 brother engineers, B.P.O. Elks, Masons and railroad men, coming on special trains from Pittsburgh and Erie, together with friends and relatives exceeded the capacity of the church. The day was disagreeable with a downpouring rain continuously on. At the grave, amid a canopy of umbrellas, the funeral service of the Masonic fraternity, by Perry lodge, Erie, was followed by Pittsburgh Elks, deceased being a member both, and also of Linesville Council, Royal Arcanum, carrying $3,000 insurance in favor of his widowed mother. The floral decorations were extremely beautiful and costly, illustrative of his vocation was a miniature locomotive of flowers. Had the day been fine the attendance would no doubt have been 1000. Harmon Miller was born in Linesville Feb. 25, 1848. When very young he commenced on Erie & Pittsburgh railroad as water boy for trackmen, shortly after being promoted to foreman over the men. From that he went onto the work train as assistant cook; from that he went to firing locomotive and in a short time got to be engineer, in which capacity he filled all branches of the business. His last promotion was that of foreman of engines on the P. Ft. W. & C. road, having charge of all the men in the motive department and road service, between Pittsburgh and Crestline, O., in which capacity he was dearly beloved by all who knew him, giving entire satisfaction to the officials above him and to the men under whom who numbered, in the neighborhood of 600. MILLER - At Erie, Oct. 14, 1893, of consumption, Mamie, daughter of W.J. Miller, in the 19th year of her age. Deceased became crippled by disease when very young and which trouble reappearing three years ago never left her, but hastened death. Funeral held at Kingsville today. “Grim Reaper Death” - Takes the Flower and Ripened Grain. The sudden death of Harry Hervey, aged 12 years, 8 months and 1 day, son of Mr. and Mrs. W.G. Hayes, Nov. 23, 1893, was particularly said to friends and the entire community. He was (piece missing) sick Tuesday morning, with a (missing) which developed into pneumonia, and a spinal trouble entered in (missing) complication, death resulting in (missing)....of quite disposition and liked (missing) whom he came in contact. (missing) coming so suddenly and in (missing) of manhood, is a blow (missing) parents to withstand. His (missing) mate friends bestowed a (missing) were upon his bier, as a token of (missing) love of tender hearts. Rev. H.H. Hervey conducted the funeral services at the bereaved home in this place, Saturday afternoon. Interment in Linesville Cemetery. One you thought to call your own But, one day in bleak November, Angels came and took him home. Wise his ways, and Oh! so winning, And his age in years were twelve, But his smiles have gone forever, Now he sleeps in Rocky Gems. Father, mother and brothers, God hath done it; He knows best, May His name be ever blessed. Fold away his clothes forever, Put away his little bed, Nevermore on earth he’ll need them, Darling Harry now is dead. In Memory of Harry Hayes A lamb from the flock has been taken, And sorrow visits our home; The Angel of Death has been with us, The Lord has claimed one of his own. With hearts full of sorrow and grieving We left him in dust to his rest Knowing and fully believing That he now is in peace with the blest. Dear Harry how much we shall miss thee, The joy and the pride of our home; How dreary and darksome the hours How lonely we are since thou’rt gone. We miss they bright smile in the morning, We miss the at noon and at night, Our hearts to thee go out in yearning, Thy presence made home life so bright, A place in the school, too, is vacant, Thou’rt missed in the play and the work, Thy school-mates in sorrow are grieving, Since thou from them didst depart. With glad memory ’round them still clinging, They cherish thy deeds and they words; But now in deep sorry they’re grieving, For thee who art chosen the Lord’s, Thou’rt gone from us, Harry, forever, On earth we shall see thee no more, But we’ll meet thee dear son, friend and brother On that bright and beautiful shore, Where we shall in joy be united To be severed no more a son earth. Where we all shall be free from the power Of that dreaded angel - Death. More to follow! Kathy Brubaker Volunteer Genealogist Linesville Historical Society kbrbkr@toolcity.net