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Peter C Van Houten

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Peter C Van Houten Veteran

Birth
Tappan, Rockland County, New York, USA
Death
25 Sep 1840 (aged 68)
Monsey, Rockland County, New York, USA
Burial
Monsey, Rockland County, New York, USA Add to Map
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Peter C. Van Houten was the s/o Claes Van Houten and Peterje Blauvelt. He was one of the first elders of the True Reform Church in Monsey.

Memorial Day Poem

Two short months have gone, dear Dad, since you have passed away
Yet, most of what you gave to me is still alive today.
Your faith, your love, your strength abide just like a strong oak tree
Because I know, forevermore, you live inside of me.

Dear Mother, ten short years ago, you left this earthly home
Yet, all you said and taught to me still shields me like a dome.
Your care, your smiles, your lessons reign just like a master key
Because I know, forevermore, you live inside of me.

Twenty years have flown, dear Gramps, since I have seen your face.
Yet, all the love you gave to me surrounds me like a brace.
Your caring, thoughtful tenderness dwells like the deep, blue sea
Because I know, forevermore, you live inside of me.

Dear Ancestors, the centuries passed since you walked on this earth
Yet, all your values and your love have found a new rebirth.
Your culture will sustain through time with each new family,
Because I know, forevermore, you live inside of me.

--Deborah L. Thomas, 29 May 2011
Peter C. Van Houten was the s/o Claes Van Houten and Peterje Blauvelt. He was one of the first elders of the True Reform Church in Monsey.

Memorial Day Poem

Two short months have gone, dear Dad, since you have passed away
Yet, most of what you gave to me is still alive today.
Your faith, your love, your strength abide just like a strong oak tree
Because I know, forevermore, you live inside of me.

Dear Mother, ten short years ago, you left this earthly home
Yet, all you said and taught to me still shields me like a dome.
Your care, your smiles, your lessons reign just like a master key
Because I know, forevermore, you live inside of me.

Twenty years have flown, dear Gramps, since I have seen your face.
Yet, all the love you gave to me surrounds me like a brace.
Your caring, thoughtful tenderness dwells like the deep, blue sea
Because I know, forevermore, you live inside of me.

Dear Ancestors, the centuries passed since you walked on this earth
Yet, all your values and your love have found a new rebirth.
Your culture will sustain through time with each new family,
Because I know, forevermore, you live inside of me.

--Deborah L. Thomas, 29 May 2011

Gravesite Details

Veteran of War of 1812, oldest veterans' grave



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