Death of Albert Middleton from The Altoona Tribune November 29, 1906
We are called upon to chronicle the death of another of our old and well known citizens, that of Albert Wilson Middleton, which occurred last Friday evening in his home southeast of this city.

The subject of this sketch was born in Indiana March 17, 1826. He was a soldier of the civil war, serving in the 18th Indiana regiment of Infantry. At the close of his enlistment he moved to Iowa, probably in 1865 and to this county in 1878, first settling on Chetopa creek in the Newland neighborhood. Guarded the locks on the Mississippi River.

He was married three times. His first wife, married in his native state, was Mahala Winters, to which union were born eight children, one of whom Thomas Middleton, is a citizen of this city. His last wife is a sister of Joshua Jenkins, also of Altoona. Two children, Gertrude and James, resulted from this latter marriage.

Mr. Middleton was one of those gentlemen whose sterling qualities make up the character of good citizenship. Unobtrusive, generous, hospitable and gentle, he lived such a life as would secure the respect and confidence of his neighbors and friends. His funeral occurred last sunday at the Congregational Church, conducted by Rev. Thos. Miller of the christian church, assisted by Rev. Brundidge. The deceased was a member of the Christian church from early youth. Rev. Miller's text was "The righteous hath hope in his death," and although suffering physically, he was mentally at his best and delivered a very appropriate sermon. The deceased was a member of Altoona lodge Nos. 118 of the A.F. & A.M. and after the sermon that fratermotu, took charge of the casket, escorting it to the cemetery where the appropriate and beautiful funeral cerimonies of Mason were performed and conducted and led by Dr. Addington in a very impressive manner, closing by response from the bethern as follows: "To God we commend his spirit; in our hearts we cherish his memory and to earth we consign his body."

So our brother went into the "undiscovered country from whose bourne no traveler returns, not as a quarry slave, scourged to his dungeon, but as one who wraps the drapery of his couch about him and lieth down to pleasant dreams.