Copied from the Ogdensburg Advance of August 25th, 1898

Buckton, Aug. 23, 1898 On Wednesday last there was a wedding at the home of Geo. H. Pritchard, when their daughter Ola and Frank Converse, of Hopkinton, were joined in marriage Rev. L.T. Cole. Some eighty invited guests were in attendance. The bride and groom received numerous beautiful and useful presents, among which was said to be check for $100 from the grooms father, James. Converse, ESQ. After the ceremony and lunch the happy couple left under showers of rice, salt, slippers etc. for Ogdensburg and a short trip up the lakes. All wish them a happy matrimonial life. They are among the most industrious and respected young people.

January 6, 1902 Death of Frank Converse

One beautiful day, three years ago last August, the home of George Pritchard of Buckton was full of life and gaiety, for his daughter Ola was that day made the bride of Frank Converse. On Friday, December 27, 1901 that home was again filled with flowers and company, but the scene was sadly changed. It was the wrappings of grief, and it was sad and tear-stained countenances that met the guests. That once happy bridegroom on Christmas eve became the bridegroom of death. Reverend Roel officiated, speaking from the last verse of the 17th Psalm and reading the 23rd Psalm, chosen by his wife and mother of the deceased. With our finite wisdom, it seems strange that a young man of 26 should be a mark for Death's cold finger, with a life of promise before him, a young wife and two children, a boy and a girl to fill his life and home. But the Infinite knows the mystery. For a year Frank's health had given his friends some concern and early in October he went to Ogdensburg to consult Dr. Madill in regard to his throat and submitted to an operation. Since then he has been rapidly failing. In their early married life, Mr. & Mrs. James Converse lost a little son of about a year, but this is the first break in the family circle since, Frank being one of four brothers, who, with a cousin, bore him to his final resting place in the Hopkinton cemetery. Within one year Mr. & Mrs. Converse have buried a brother, and now a dearer one than all, a son. While we sorrow over the dear one gone, and the heart-broken wife and parents, it seems an affliction almost too heavy to be borne.