Surname : Freedline

Given name : Daniel A.

ID # : Not sure if related.

Current date : 29 September 1988

Location of Source : Patrick J. Henry

Date of record : Unknown

Source : newspaper clipping (obituary)

Daniel A. Freedline

Daniel A. Freedline died at his late home near Mayport, Pa., on Feb. 2, 1933, aged 88 years, 2 months and 16 days. The cause of his death was pneumonia. He had been ailing and bedfast for the past 18 months.

Deceased was a son of Jacob and Lydia (Bish) Freedline and was born Nov. 16, 1844. When President Lincoln called for 75,000 volunteers in 1861, Mr. Freedline answered to the call and became a member of Company I, 105th Regiment, Penn’a Volunteers and served thru the war receiving an honorable discharge at the close of that conflict. Mr. Freedline was but 16 years of age when he entered the service. He participated in many battles among which were Bull Run, Gettysburg, Cold Harbor and the Battles of the which were Bull Run, Gettysburg, Cold Harbor and the Battles of the Wilderness. During the battles of Gettysburg, he was wounded by a sharp-shooter shortly after the death of Gen. Reynolds who was killed in action.

He was married to Miss Polly Troutman shortly after the close of the war, and to this union were born seven children: Isaiah, Emma (dec’d), Elmer, Frank (dec’d), Rev. J. H., Clark and Mrs. Edna M. Ferguson, who tenderly cared for him in his old age. His wife preceded him in death in 1921.

Funeral services in his memory were held in the Evangelical church at Pierce, Feb. 5, and were conducted by Rev. Shields. Interment under the direction of H. H. Sloan took place in the Pierce cemetery.

The following lines were composed by his son, Rev. J. H. Freedline of Brooklyn, Iowa, where he is the pastor of the M. E. church:

 

They’re Mustering Out

They’re mustering out, those boys in blue,

They’ve marched for many a year;

The assembly call to patriots true,

The journey’s end seems near.

They railed to Abe Lincoln’s call,

They said goodbye and went;

Our flag and country must not fall,

How few knew what is meant.

On battle fields and prison pens,

They sacrificed their all;

But in a nobler, sweeter sense,

They heard their country’s call.

That might throng of brave young men,

Are being mustered out;

They have grown old in years and then,

We hear the "Victory" shout.

The old campfires are burning low,

Alas they’re burning out;

A few faint embers still do glow,

They’ve gleamed in years throughout.

It won’t be long, ‘till taps shall sound,

For all who once went forth;

The bugle’s calling long and loud,

Awake ye sons of earth.

Fond memory treasures earth’s great ones;

How few take time to read;

The valiant deeds of daring sons,

Let all true hearts take heed.

The days and years are speeding by,

How swift the seasons go;

We breathe a prayer, we heave a sigh,

Time’s tide does onward flow.

Farewell to all who are outward bound,

The blessed isles appear;

A finer country they have found.

They’ve answered Roll-Call. "Here"

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Card of Thanks

We wish to thank the kind friends and neighbors who assisted us during the sickness and death of our father, Daniel A. Freedline. Also those who gave the use of their cars, the Tanyard S. S. and Missionary society for the flowers, also the American Legion for their services. - The Children.