Alberta Provincial Archives VITAL STATISTICS INDEX states: Aarsby, Francis died at Youngstown, 1922, Death Reg #1980
Following information obtained from The Plaindealer, published Youngstown, Ab. October 5, 1922,
OBITUARY-FRANCIS AARSBY
Regret to record the death of Francis Willard, second son of Mr. and Mrs. Martin J. Aarsby, which occurred in Youngstown hospital on September 28, 1922 of typhoid fever.
Francis was born at Knox, North Dakota, on November 17 1904. He came with his parents to Chinnok in 1911, and received his education at Chinook school. Clever, pain taking and diligent he always held an honorable position in all his classes, while his happy, cheery, courteous manners endeared him to teachers and pupils alike.
He was taken ill while working on a threshing outfit north of Youngstown and was taken to Youngstown, where he made a brave fight for his life for eighteen days. He was buried on Oct. 1, 1922, Youngstown cemetery.
The whole-hearted sympathy of the people of Chinook district at this time go out to the sorrowing father and mother and to the bereaved sisters and brothers, and while it may be hard for them to see why this bright, promising young life should be thus stricken down in its prime, yet they may be sure that it is the will of t hat all-righteous Father, who is "too wise to err, too good to be unkind."
ODE ON THE DEATH OF FRANCIS AARSBY
(The following poem is sent in by Mrs. W.J. Osmond, sister to Francis Aarsby, who died September 28, 1922./
Dress him in his suit of grey,
Press his marble cheeks so fair;
From his cold and waxen forehead
Smooth the locks of light brown hair.
Francis sleeping, sweetly sleeping,
Give him just a parting kiss,
E'er from mortal eyes he's vanished
To a world of joy and bliss.
Three weeks long the angels waited,
Waited while they watched us here,
Praying we may keep our darling
While they waited for him there.
Safely than at last they bore him
To that land where angels dwell;
Oh! the glorious things he shareth
None but angel tongues can tell,
Darling Francis, how we miss him,
Miss his bright blue eyes of gladness
And his voice so full of glee.
But we know our darling's happy
One among an angel band,
Cared for by a loving saviour
In that bright and glorious land.
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Alberta Provincial Archives VITAL STATISTICS INDEX states: Aarsby, Francis died at Youngstown, 1922, Death Reg #1980
Following information obtained from The Plaindealer, published Youngstown, Ab. October 5, 1922,
OBITUARY-FRANCIS AARSBY
Regret to record the death of Francis Willard, second son of Mr. and Mrs. Martin J. Aarsby, which occurred in Youngstown hospital on September 28, 1922 of typhoid fever.
Francis was born at Knox, North Dakota, on November 17 1904. He came with his parents to Chinnok in 1911, and received his education at Chinook school. Clever, pain taking and diligent he always held an honorable position in all his classes, while his happy, cheery, courteous manners endeared him to teachers and pupils alike.
He was taken ill while working on a threshing outfit north of Youngstown and was taken to Youngstown, where he made a brave fight for his life for eighteen days. He was buried on Oct. 1, 1922, Youngstown cemetery.
The whole-hearted sympathy of the people of Chinook district at this time go out to the sorrowing father and mother and to the bereaved sisters and brothers, and while it may be hard for them to see why this bright, promising young life should be thus stricken down in its prime, yet they may be sure that it is the will of t hat all-righteous Father, who is "too wise to err, too good to be unkind."
ODE ON THE DEATH OF FRANCIS AARSBY
(The following poem is sent in by Mrs. W.J. Osmond, sister to Francis Aarsby, who died September 28, 1922./
Dress him in his suit of grey,
Press his marble cheeks so fair;
From his cold and waxen forehead
Smooth the locks of light brown hair.
Francis sleeping, sweetly sleeping,
Give him just a parting kiss,
E'er from mortal eyes he's vanished
To a world of joy and bliss.
Three weeks long the angels waited,
Waited while they watched us here,
Praying we may keep our darling
While they waited for him there.
Safely than at last they bore him
To that land where angels dwell;
Oh! the glorious things he shareth
None but angel tongues can tell,
Darling Francis, how we miss him,
Miss his bright blue eyes of gladness
And his voice so full of glee.
But we know our darling's happy
One among an angel band,
Cared for by a loving saviour
In that bright and glorious land.
===
Family Members
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Myrtle Jewella Aarsby Oldaker
1899–1987
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Clifford Julian Aarsby
1901–1988
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Ruth Marie Aarsby Osmond
1902–1975
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Vernon Wesley Aarsby
1906–1985
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Crystal Bernice Aarsby Manning
1909–2001
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Martin Everett Aarsby
1911–2002
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Orville Norman Aarsby
1913–1978
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Lloyd Allen Aarsby
1916–1934
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Chester Bird Aarsby
1918–1991
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Corporal Roy Charles Aarsby
1919–1961
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Opal Ida Esther Aarsby Hutton
1922–1988
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