David Allyn Boag

Male 1953 - 2001  (48 years)


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  • Name David Allyn Boag 
    Birth 6 Jun 1953  Hornell, Steuben Co., New York, USA Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Gender Male 
    Death 31 Dec 2001  Pittsford, Monroe Co., New York, USA Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Cremation Fremont, Steuben Co., New York, USA Find all individuals with events at this location 
    • Family scattered ashes in the field near the barn built by Paul Sawyer Burdette on Old Big Creek Rd. Remaining ashes were interred in 2004 with Gladys Boag at the Bath National Cemetery.
    Notes 
    • From the Hornell Tribune: "David A. Boag, 48, of 1208 Gleason Circle, Pittsford, formerly of Hornell, died unexpectedly Monday (Dec. 31, 2001) at his home. Born in Hornell on June 6, 1953, he was the son of Milo and Gladys (Burdett) Boag. He was a graduate of Hornell High School (Class of 1971) and was a 1973 graduate of Alfred State College. He was currently enrolled at Empire State College. David had been employed as a compliance agent for the New York State Department of Taxation and Finance for the past 20 years. He was preceded in death by his father, Milo Boag, who died nine years ago.
      He was married on Aug. 10, 1974 to the former Nancy Allison, who survives. He is also survived by his loving daughters, Jennilyn A. Boag and Colleen I. Boag; his mother, Gladys Boag of Hornell; his sister, Milene (James) Dexter of Hornell; three nieces; and two nephews.
      The family of David A. Boag will receive friends on Thursday from 7-9 p.m. and on Friday from 1-3 p.m. at the Dagon Funeral Home, 38 Church St., Hornell, where a memorial service will be held at the conclusion of calling hours at 3 p.m.
      David's family request that memorial contributions in his name be made to Alternatives for Battered Women, PO Box 39601, Rochester, N.Y. 14604. Memorial forms will be available at the Dagon Funeral Home."
    • In April 2001 David e-mailed me(Andrew Burdett) and updated me on his and his grandparents family. He also sent a story he written about his childhood days at his grandparents farm(Fred and Bessie Burdett). Unfortunately, we were never able to get the entire story sent through e-mail so it ends in the middle of a sentence. The following is what I was able to receive:
      "Memories flood my mind like water over a waterfall. Life growing up was a blessing. To have the people I had in my life then and now have in my life I am blessed. The farm a safe haven that I Can retreat to as often as I want in my mind. Life on a farm never easy but each day is worth getting up and greeting. Grandma with her pulled back gray hair held with a comb. Her smile that said everything will be all right. Her laugh at the funny things in life, but never at the misfortune of other people or at their expense. She always had an apron on because she was usually baking all those wonderful baked goods. Her fried cakes were the best Her cookies beyond compare. No one to this day could touch the bread she used to make. spending weekends on the farm when I was young was like a Norman Rockwell Painting come to life. The big wood stove in the dinning room where all activity took place where in the winter we would open the door to the oven and we wood put our wet clothes and boots on the open door to dry and if you wanted to warm your feet you stuck those inside the oven. The evenings spent with Grandma were the best, we would play dominos or checkers or her favorite bingo. She would make fudge and say if it does not harden we will have it over ice cream. Also in the spring we would have maple syrup made right there on the farm. I always felt warm and very protected on the farm. I think that Grandma loved other people and enjoyed having them around. Grandma had a singing voice like an angel. I loved to go to church or the grange hall and hear her sing the Old Rugged Cross. When Grandma sang the whole room lit up you could see smiles on every face in the room. She put her whole heart into a song.
      Grandpa was I thought at the time a very hard man. Now I think he was a very proud man who had a hard time adjusting to getting old and not being able to carry on with all the tasks on the farm. I loved Grandpa but boy did he make n I Was on the Farm. Grandpa believed in long days of work. We would go up behind the barn to work in the fields he had up there on very hot days and he would bed ressed as if it was winter with long johns and a coat. We would take a long a quart jar of iced tea, which he would only let me have small sips every hour. He used to say if you drink any more you will get sick in the sun. I loved grandpa and looked forward to getting up early and working on projects with him, he had an earthy smell about him that was not offensive but defined him. It was a combination of sweat and all other smells you find on a farm. Grandpa loved his Horses and took very good care of them. He would tell me to go upstairs in the hayloft and open the little door above the stall and throw down some hay for the horses. I made a game out of it and would wait for the horse to put his head under the door and then drop the hay on his head. Not very nice was it Grandpa had a corner of the dinning room that was his. There was his favorite chair surrounded by stacks of magazines and almanacs. He had an old radio with one of the first headsets they ever made. He was hard of hearing so he would use the headset to hear the radio. He would sometimes sit for hours listening to the radio. Grandpa had no teeth I do not know when he lost them all or how. Grandma would chop all his food up as small as she could so he could gum it before he swallowed it. I always remember Grandpa wearing coveralls and longjohns and of course boots and a denim coat. I remember sleigh rides in the winter with Grandpa and when the sleigh got to old and rickety he took the hood off an old Chevy and fastened some boards across it for seats and hitched the horses to it and we went for a ride. I always thought that Grandpa could had been an inventor. He was very good at improvising when he needed to. Grandpa Had this huge old Sawmill saw the blade was probably Five feet high and it had a very long belt that ran it when the motor was running. I know that Grandma And Mom never wanted him to turn it on they were afraid that he would hurt himself. In those days safety precautions on equipment were unheard of. I saw him run the saw a couple of times and it was impressive. The noise the thing made was ear shattering. I loved the smell of fresh cut timber as it came off the table. I also loved the sawdust it created. Nothing went to waste on the farm. Sawdust was used to pickup oily things when spilled on the floor and to soak up spills of eggs on the floor.
      Another interesting thing about the farm was the outhouse. The outdoors bathroom. Grandpa and Grandma had a two holer. An Outhouse is basically a small wooden building built over a hole in the ground. These buildings had a unique smee own. Also as I said before nothing on a farm gets wasted. We did no tvery often use real toilet paper. We used old Sears's catalogues and newspapers and in the very olden days they would use cornhusks that had been dried. The Outhouse was not a place you stayed very long especially in the summer. I would sit in there watching the bees flying around the top of the building and hope that I could get done and out of there before I would get stung. The thing that always amazed me about my Grandpas outhouse it sat on a mound right next to his vegetable garden, not a thought I want to spend a lot of time contemplating.
      I remember that at least once a summer my sister Milene and my cousin Mike Burdett and I would sleep out under the stars, Grandma would promise to make us some of her baked goods if we could stay out there all night. She would have maods for us anyway, but we always took the dare. Grandpa would bring us a Horsehide Blanket to sleep under. Yes this was a blanket made from Horses hides and still had all the hair on it and weighed a ton. It was the warmest thing you could sleep under. One summer Grandpa was having a problem with Raccoons getting in his garden. He decided to put a radio out there and let it play all night. He Would set the station to music he enjoyed. After Grandpa had gone to sleep Milene, Mike and I snuck into the garden and changed the station to WKBW, which was a Rock & Roll station out of Buffalo.
      I learned many things on the farm. I probably got my reluctance to like cats there. The Farm was overrun with wild cats or farm cats as they were called. If you think most cats have an independent streak, you should try to pet a cat tn the wild and does anything it wants anytime it wants anywhere it wants. Grandma Had a trough outside the house where she would put all kinds of scraps in to feed the cats. Again like I said nothing goes to waste on a farm. We never really knew how many cats actually lived on the farm, but I
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    Father Milo Daniel Boag,   b. 27 Oct 1910, Hornell, Steuben Co., New York, USA Find all individuals with events at this locationd. 24 Apr 1993, Hornell, Steuben Co., New York, USA Find all individuals with events at this location (Age 82 years) 
    Mother Gladys Esther Burdett,   b. 12 Apr 1917, Arkport, Hornellsville, Steuben Co., New York, USA Find all individuals with events at this locationd. 26 Jun 2004, Rochester, Monroe Co., New York, USA Find all individuals with events at this location (Age 87 years) 
    Marriage 25 Sep 1937  Big Creek, Fremont, Steuben Co., New York, USA Find all individuals with events at this location 
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    Link to Google MapsBirth - 6 Jun 1953 - Hornell, Steuben Co., New York, USA Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsDeath - 31 Dec 2001 - Pittsford, Monroe Co., New York, USA Link to Google Earth
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