Obituary  Bartlett Rogers June 1880
	DEATH OF COLONEL B. B. Rogers--Another of the old residents of Lyons has gone to his long home.  Bartlett R. Rogers, one of our foremost and most  honored citizens, breathed his last on Thursday evening.  He had been in his usual good health until a  few weeks since, when symptoms of a grave character made their appearance, and though these appeared for a time to yield to the influences of medicine and nursing, he grew steadily worse after Sunday of last week, and died on the evening of the 10th instant, at the age to nearly seventy-three years. Mr. Rogers was a son of Gabriel Rogers of South Hampton, L. I., (one of the earlier settlers of Wayne County,) and was born in Palmyra, on the 30th day of June 1807.  He came to Lyons at the age of Five years, where he resided until the time of his death.  He learned the trade of a tanner from his father, and began business for himself on the west side of  Butternut Street.  In 1847 he abandoned the old tannery, and formed a partnership with Henry Teachout . who was already in business on Montezuma Street, the partnership continuing until about 1851, when he retired to his farm a short distance north of this village (now H. C. Rogers'.)   While a tanner, he was also engaged as a contractor on the canals and as a lumber dealer.  He was married in 1829 to Belinda, second daughter of Deacon Leach, and went to live in the brick house (now George Sisson's) on Butternut Street.  Here there were born to him nine children, of whom four are living, his daughter, Mrs. Charles Bostwick, and his sons Hiram, William and John C.  Beside these there survive him thirteen grandchildren, all living in Lyons.  Two of his sons perished in the service of their country, viz: Captain Lyman A, who died in 1864 from wounds received at the battle of Cold Harbor, and Luther, who was killed the same year in the Wilderness Battle. During Mr, Rogers' long and useful life he was repeatedly called to positions of honor and trust by his fellow citizens.  For three terms he held the office of Supervisor; he was county Treasurer from 1849 to 1852: he was Sheriff from 1865 to 1868: and he was Supervisor of his town at the time of his death.  The duties of all these offices and of other less prominent ones, he discharged with rare fidelity and diligence.  In his younger days he developed  very decided military tastes, and joining the old Seventy-first Regiment, New York State Militia, he rose rapidly from one position to another, until he became its Colonel---whence the title by which he was familiarly known among his friends.  In August, 1862 though exempt by age from military duty, he could not resist the call of his country; assisting in raising a company of volunteers, he was chosen its Captain and accompanied it (as part of the 160th Regiment New York  Volunteers) to the south where it took part in some of the most important battles of the Campaign.  He remained with his regiment until January, 1864 when he was compelled by broken health to resign and come home.  Here he resumed the occupation of a farmer, though residing in the village.  His wife dying in 1864, he was married in 1873 to Mrs. Elizabeth A Jewell, of this village, who survives him.  His religious associastions were with the Presbyterian church of which he had been a prominent member for fourty-seven years an of which he was for fourty-one years an Elder. For nearly seventy years the deceased lived in Lyons; and during all this time he had borne the character of an honest, patriotic, upright citizen, a consistent christian,  a kind neighbor, and a devoted, self-sacrificing husband and father--a man in short, against whom no word of detraction has been or could be uttered.  He was a man of untiring industry, of affable disposition, and sound judgement.  His friendships were warm and sincere, and antipathies (if he had any) were softened by his natural kindness of the heart a marked characteristic of his nature was the undeviating desire always to do right--whatever might be the consequence to himself.  With his life we are all familiar: in his death we have all lost a friend.