GOY, William

GOY, FERNER, ASMAN, OMER

Posted By: Carol Williams (email)
Date: 7/15/2008 at 23:23:53

Tabor Beacon
19 May 1910

In the death of William Goy, Sr., who passed away May 16th at the home of his son, W.R., south of Tabor, this community loses one of its sturdy pioneers and a highly respected citizen. "Grandfather" Goy, as he was familiarly know, was a man whose whole life was a benefit to the community and whose death will be mourned by many. Funeral services were held Tuesday afternoon at the Congregational church, conducted by Rev. J. W. Ferner and interment was made in Tabor Cemetery. Obituary In reviewing the life of the deceased, Rev. Ferner said: "We are gathered here today to honor the memory of one who has lived far beyond the average time of human life. Mr. Wm. Goy was born in Lincolnshire, England, on February 1, 1826. At the age of 22 he was married to Miss Damars Asman. The result of this marriage was four children, one of whom died in infancy. The wife, and the oldest child, Mrs. Ann Omer, died about 20 years ago. The two remaining children are Mr. John Goy of Sidney, Iowa, and Wm. R. Goy of Tabor. With the latter son, Father Goy made his home in his latter years; and there he died on the morning of May 16th. Besides these two sons living, there are thirteen grandchildren. Fifty nine years ago, in 1851, Mr. Goy came to the United States and settled in Pittsfield, Lorain county, Ohio. Five years later he came to Fremont county , Iowa, where he was resided ever since--54 years. He is surely one of the "old timers" and undoubtedly knew this country from its first stages of development. "Mr. Goy was a farmer by occupation and in this important calling achieved success. Mr. Goy's religion was integrity, honor, honesty and truthfulness. He was a faithful husband and father, a good and kind neighbor. His memory will be cherished by all who knew him. One by one the old settlers pass on into the beyond and we are left to speak of the life they lived, to imitate the good things in their lives and to abide our time. Our pilgrimage too will soon be over; let us be ready by living the best life it is possible to live.