Ervie died at 3 years old when he fell into the flue of the flour mill at Burwell and was drowned. - taken from Mabel Johnson's memories of pioneer life.
Died - at Burwell July 24, 1885. By drowning, little Ervie Probasco Mr. and Mrs. Fred Probasco aged 2 years, 5 months and 17 days.
Voice of Angels
Little Ervie now is with us,
He has joined our angel band,
You will know him when you meet him,
In the glorious spirit land.
You will see his bright eyes shining
On you as in days of yore,
You will fill those dear arms twining
Finally around you as before.
Put away his little dresses,
Lay aside his trinkets too,
They belonged to little Ervie
And will ever comfort you.
You will miss him till you meet him,
In a brighter holier sphere,
This the verdict of the angels
None more pure has entered here.
Poem on Funeral Wreath.
Died - at Burwell July 24, 1885. By drowning, little Ervie Probasco Mr. and Mrs. Fred Probasco aged 2 years, 5 months and 17 days.
Voice of Angels
Little Ervie now is with us,
He has joined our angel band,
You will know him when you meet him,
In the glorious spirit land.
You will see his bright eyes shining
On you as in days of yore,
You will fill those dear arms twining
Finally around you as before.
Put away his little dresses,
Lay aside his trinkets too,
They belonged to little Ervie
And will ever comfort you.
You will miss him till you meet him,
In a brighter holier sphere,
This the verdict of the angels
None more pure has entered here.
Poem on Funeral Wreath.
Ervie died at 3 years old when he fell into the flue of the flour mill at Burwell and was drowned. - taken from Mabel Johnson's memories of pioneer life.
Died - at Burwell July 24, 1885. By drowning, little Ervie Probasco Mr. and Mrs. Fred Probasco aged 2 years, 5 months and 17 days.
Voice of Angels
Little Ervie now is with us,
He has joined our angel band,
You will know him when you meet him,
In the glorious spirit land.
You will see his bright eyes shining
On you as in days of yore,
You will fill those dear arms twining
Finally around you as before.
Put away his little dresses,
Lay aside his trinkets too,
They belonged to little Ervie
And will ever comfort you.
You will miss him till you meet him,
In a brighter holier sphere,
This the verdict of the angels
None more pure has entered here.
Poem on Funeral Wreath.
Died - at Burwell July 24, 1885. By drowning, little Ervie Probasco Mr. and Mrs. Fred Probasco aged 2 years, 5 months and 17 days.
Voice of Angels
Little Ervie now is with us,
He has joined our angel band,
You will know him when you meet him,
In the glorious spirit land.
You will see his bright eyes shining
On you as in days of yore,
You will fill those dear arms twining
Finally around you as before.
Put away his little dresses,
Lay aside his trinkets too,
They belonged to little Ervie
And will ever comfort you.
You will miss him till you meet him,
In a brighter holier sphere,
This the verdict of the angels
None more pure has entered here.
Poem on Funeral Wreath.
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Ervin E Probasco
1883-1885
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