Rev. William Flansburg Tribute

Rev. William H. Flansburg, the subject of this sketch was born at Day Center, Saratoga Co., NY, Jan. 30, 1809 and passed to his reward Sept 4, 1897, aged 88 years, 7 months and 4 days. His early life was passed on a farm either at or near his birth place.

Somewhere near the age of 40 years he was converted to God and soon after commenced preaching among the Free Will Baptists. In 1853 he came to the Champlain Annual Conference of the Wesleyan Methodist connection of America, then convened at North Ferrisburg, Vt, and was ordained and elder and received into the conference.

He received his first field of labor among us at Johnsburg, NY. The next year he went to the Warrensburgh charge. From 1858 to 1859 he was stationed at Brandon and Goshen, Vt. In 59 – 60 he was stationed at Hadley, NY and had Associated with him Rev. O.F. Putnam the father of the writer, then a young man just entering the ministry. In 1861 he was stationed at Creek Center and in 1862-63 at Warrensburgh and Hadley. In 1864 he served Warrensburg and Horicon. In 1865 he was returned on the roll of conference as having withdrawn. The next mention of him on the conference roll was in 1869 when he was returned as being on the unstationed list, which position he held until 1878, when his name was placed upon the superanusted (?) list of the conference.

He spent the latter part of his life as a farmer, while able to work and preaching as opportunity offered. Brother Flansburgh was married three times. By the first wife he had four children, two boys and two girls, of whom a son and daughter are still living. Both sons server their country during the civil war and one was killed a Cuspin’s Farm. By his second wife, he had five children, two sons and three daughters all of whom are living. His last wife still survives him.


My acquaintance with Brother Flansburgh began when as a young man entering the ministry I commenced my first pastorate on Corinth and Hadley. At that time Brother Flansburgh lived near the Hadley Church where I preached on Sunday afternoon once in two weeks. I always found a warm welcome in the home of Brother Flansburgh. ……….his place and fit his wood for the stove notwithstanding he had passed his 80th milestone.
After Brother and Sister Flansburgh became too feeble to care for themselves they went to the home of her son, where they were cared for until he became helpless and she nearly so after which Brother Flansburgh went to the home of his son, Charles in Luzerne where he spent the last years of his live kindly and tenderly cared for by loving children.

I had the privilege of visiting him a few days before his death. He was sitting in his chair by the window which commanded a view of the street, river and railroad. He turned himself partly around in his chair and recognized me and gave me a hearty greeting. His eyes was not dimmed and he retained his memory of the past. He evinced a keen interest in the work of the last annual conference, especially the appointments, inquiring where different pastors whom he had known were stationed. He said he wanted to depart and be with Christ and wondered why the Lord was keeping him here, but also said he was willing to wait for the Lord’s time. Once again we had the privilege of joining our voices in prayer as we had done so many times before. I little thought it was my last visit. His sickness was short, not more than three or four days, apparently some acute bowel trouble. The funeral service was conducted by the writer at the home of his son using Phil 1:23 for his text. The interment was at Day Center.

Written by O.D. Putnam

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  1. That was pretty neat reading it directly from the writings of his friend. I am glad we have a ton of ancestors to meet in heaven. They will be able to fill in all kinds of blanks! Thank you for these tremendous posts! I enjoy them all. I love you. Have a happy Sunday!

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