Graves, Charles W.
Age: 21, credited to Barnard, VT
Unit(s): 16th VT INF
Service: enl 9/4/62, m/i 10/23/62, Pvt, Co. G, 16th VT INF, m/o 8/10/63
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Birth: 1842, Barnard, VT
Burial: East Barnard Cemetery, Barnard, VT
Marker/Plot: Not recorded
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Carolyn Adams
Findagrave Memorial #: 95531371
Alias?: None noted
Pension?: Yes, 2/12/1887
College?: Not Found
Veterans Home?: Not Found
(If there are state digraphs above, this soldier spent some time in a state or national soldiers' home in that state after the war)
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East Barnard Cemetery, Barnard, VT
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Charles W. Graves
Charles W. Graves died at his home in East Barnard Jan. 29, 1903, at the age of 63 years. The funeral was largely attended Sunday, Feb. 1St, at Union church, Rev. W. E. Mann of South Royalton officiating, who spoke in his usual eloquent and impressive manner. A large number of Grand Army men were in line. The cortege was escorted by Sons of Veterans from South Royalton under command of Capt. Fred Shepard, who concluded the solemn burial service by firing three volleys over the grave of this dead soldier. The pall bearers were members of the family; conductor, F. M. Chase.
Isaac Graves, Sr. Came to Barnard in 1803, buying the land which now comprises the noted Graves farm that has been successively held in the family one hundred years, without any incumbrance by mortgage. In process of time, it passed into the hands of Isaac, Jr., who married Miss Louise E. Swift, daughter of Dr. Thomas Swift, a long-time practicing physician in Barnard, Pomfret and Royalton. From this union there were sons and daughters, the oldest son being our late departed friend, Charles W. Graves.
He was born of sturdy New England stock and at 20 years of age he enlisted in the 16th Vt. Vols., serving until that regiment was discharged in 1865. He married Miss Augusta E. Allen, daughter of Selden Allen, who for many years was a merchant in East Barnard. One son was born to them, C. Frank, who, in company with his father, has been proprietor of the old original Graves farm with its many additions and large dairy stock.
In 1894, Mrs. Augusta Graves died, much lamented, but Charles still made his home at the farm, living and working jointly with his son for five years. Failing health finally convinced him that a farmer's work was too hard for his already weakened condition, so he left the old home to the care of Frank, but retained a half ownership.
In 1900 he married Miss Hattie C. Davis, daughter of the late Joseph E. Davis, one of Barnard's once most prominent citizens. Buying a residence in East Barnard, they moved to that village, where Charles soon after commenced his long, heroic struggle, battling manfully against the grim reaper, who was creeping surely and stealthily on for his victim. Day by day, month after month, he grew weaker, but still flattered himself with a buoyant hope that some change or help would come to his rescue.
He attended the last soldiers' reunion at Silver Lake in August, 1902. Old comrades were concerned to see the unerring symptoms of the dread disease which had fastened upon him, but his ardor had not cooled, neither had his courage abated, but the pallor of his face and the shrinking of his form old the story of a strong man's undoing. Still his many fiends cherished the hope, though slight it was, that this great contest for life might end in his favor, but hope was in vain. The great Ruler of the universe had planned it differently, and the long roll was about to be called.
Yet he did not live and die in vain; his memory will continue bright.
It was the fortune of your correspondent to be intimately acquainted with Charles Graves, perhaps as much or more than anyone outside of his own family, and, being pleasantly associated with him in social and business circle, the writer can easily testify to his strict integrity and honesty of heart, making him one of the most manly of men. He had the confidence of his native town, which gave him nearly all the offices in its gift – justice of the peace many years, selectman, overseer of the poor, lister, auditor, grand juror, the duties of which he performed to Barnard's satisfaction.
When the end and final summons came, he calmly submitted to the decree that awaits us all, supported by his family and friends, sustained by the courage which had been characteristic through his long and painful illness.
Our friend is dead; his hands are folded and lips closed, altho' well equipped for a longer life.
When the time comes that awaits us all and we stand upon the brink of the dark river, feeling the cold waters of death circling our feet, we will look across the rushing stream, straining our vision to catch the sight of outstretched hands to welcome us to that golden shore where the rainbow never fades.
Source: Herald and News, February 6, 1903
Courtesy of Tom Boudreau.