Born: May 22, 1834, Union Township, Ohio.
Died: August 31, 1907.
Buried: Bethel Cemetery, Phoneton, Ohio.
Noah was the son of Samuel Albaugh and Anna Rodkey, and husband of Lucinda Beeson.
He taught school 1851–54, except one summer when he edited the Dayton Daily City Item newspaper. By 1858, he was in the nursery business, eventually founding the Albaugh Nursery & Orchard Company, with locations in Ohio; Carmi, Illinois; Burlington, Kansas; and Sparta, Wisconsin.
In the American civil war, Albaugh served in Company B, 147th Ohio Volunteer Infantry. His unit participated in repelling the attack on Washington, DC, by Confederate forces under Lieutenant General Jubal Early.
After leaving the army, Albaugh was on the local Board of Education for 17 years, was a school examiner for a 10 years, a justice of the peace for nine, twice president of the American Association of Florists & Nurserymen, and president of the Nurserymen’s Mutual Protective Association.
In 1885, Albaugh was elected to the Ohio legislature, and while there was also president of the Troy National Bank. In 1892, he was one of Ohio’s presidential electors on the Republican ticket.
On the spiritual side, Albaugh was an elder at the Bethel Reformed church for 30 years, and superintendent of the church’s Sunday school for 14 years.
When the earth brings forth her bounties,
By Creation’s hand unseen,
And around us gently swaying,
Waves of golden grain are seen;
Then the harvester comes singing,
Singing to his daily toil,
Hard the labor—yet ’tis pleasure,
Reaping tribute from the soil.
Great the harvest, few the reapers,
Will you lend a helping hand?
More assistance here is needed,
Come and join the reaping band.
If your work meets our approval,
Though you labor long and hard.
You shall surely not repent it,
You shall reap a rich reward.
Thus in life’s broad field the Reaper
Comes with sickle, keen and bright,
Reaps the bearded grain and flowers,
Garnering them in realms of light.
May the Master of the harvest,
Reaping for His throne on high,
Find us worthy to be garnered
In that home beyond the sky.
Reaping heav’nly grain,
Reaping by and by,
For the garners in the sky.
Noah Hugh Albaugh
Wayside Blossoms, 1885