Son of Luden Bertrand DEAN and Mary Jane McCALL.
Obituary:
DEAN - A few days ago a five year old son of Luden Dean, of Huntingdon, fell between the wheels of a wagon loaded with cornfodder and was badly injured that death ensued in about an hour. Boys should remember this sad occurance and refrain from running after wagons.
Wed. 20 Nov. 1878 issue Democratic Standard, Hollidaysburg, Blair Co., PA.
[posted to PACAMBRI Sat, 28 Aug 2010 by [email protected]]
DEAN.-On November 8th 1878, Bertrand T. Dean, son of B. Luden and Mary J. Dean, aged 5 years and 18 days.
Can it be, our darling Bertie,
That thy gentle spirit's fled,
Gone! aye, and forever
Numbered with the dead?
Cold, our son, thou art lying
In thy narrow bed to-day,
And the chilling winds are sighing
O'er thy grave a funeral lay,
Soon the snows of early winter
Will o'er thy tomb a mantle spread,
White and pure like thee, Bertie,
They will fall upon thy head.
When the spring shall come, Bertie,
And the flowers begin to grow,
We'll not forget thee, then, darling,
To thy resting place we'll go,
With the choicest flowers, Bertie,
We'll bedeck thy simple mounds,
And the birds, for thee, darling,
Shall make their sweetest sounds.
Then fare thee well, dear Bertie,
Though on earth we meet no more,
But 'tis joy to think, darling,
We'll meet upon the other shore.
15 Nov 1878 issue of Huntingdon Journal, pg 3 [courtesy of Ginger Meyer, Find a Grave member #46988903]
Obituary:
DEAN - A few days ago a five year old son of Luden Dean, of Huntingdon, fell between the wheels of a wagon loaded with cornfodder and was badly injured that death ensued in about an hour. Boys should remember this sad occurance and refrain from running after wagons.
Wed. 20 Nov. 1878 issue Democratic Standard, Hollidaysburg, Blair Co., PA.
[posted to PACAMBRI Sat, 28 Aug 2010 by [email protected]]
DEAN.-On November 8th 1878, Bertrand T. Dean, son of B. Luden and Mary J. Dean, aged 5 years and 18 days.
Can it be, our darling Bertie,
That thy gentle spirit's fled,
Gone! aye, and forever
Numbered with the dead?
Cold, our son, thou art lying
In thy narrow bed to-day,
And the chilling winds are sighing
O'er thy grave a funeral lay,
Soon the snows of early winter
Will o'er thy tomb a mantle spread,
White and pure like thee, Bertie,
They will fall upon thy head.
When the spring shall come, Bertie,
And the flowers begin to grow,
We'll not forget thee, then, darling,
To thy resting place we'll go,
With the choicest flowers, Bertie,
We'll bedeck thy simple mounds,
And the birds, for thee, darling,
Shall make their sweetest sounds.
Then fare thee well, dear Bertie,
Though on earth we meet no more,
But 'tis joy to think, darling,
We'll meet upon the other shore.
15 Nov 1878 issue of Huntingdon Journal, pg 3 [courtesy of Ginger Meyer, Find a Grave member #46988903]
Son of Luden Bertrand DEAN and Mary Jane McCALL.
Obituary:
DEAN - A few days ago a five year old son of Luden Dean, of Huntingdon, fell between the wheels of a wagon loaded with cornfodder and was badly injured that death ensued in about an hour. Boys should remember this sad occurance and refrain from running after wagons.
Wed. 20 Nov. 1878 issue Democratic Standard, Hollidaysburg, Blair Co., PA.
[posted to PACAMBRI Sat, 28 Aug 2010 by [email protected]]
DEAN.-On November 8th 1878, Bertrand T. Dean, son of B. Luden and Mary J. Dean, aged 5 years and 18 days.
Can it be, our darling Bertie,
That thy gentle spirit's fled,
Gone! aye, and forever
Numbered with the dead?
Cold, our son, thou art lying
In thy narrow bed to-day,
And the chilling winds are sighing
O'er thy grave a funeral lay,
Soon the snows of early winter
Will o'er thy tomb a mantle spread,
White and pure like thee, Bertie,
They will fall upon thy head.
When the spring shall come, Bertie,
And the flowers begin to grow,
We'll not forget thee, then, darling,
To thy resting place we'll go,
With the choicest flowers, Bertie,
We'll bedeck thy simple mounds,
And the birds, for thee, darling,
Shall make their sweetest sounds.
Then fare thee well, dear Bertie,
Though on earth we meet no more,
But 'tis joy to think, darling,
We'll meet upon the other shore.
15 Nov 1878 issue of Huntingdon Journal, pg 3 [courtesy of Ginger Meyer, Find a Grave member #46988903]
Obituary:
DEAN - A few days ago a five year old son of Luden Dean, of Huntingdon, fell between the wheels of a wagon loaded with cornfodder and was badly injured that death ensued in about an hour. Boys should remember this sad occurance and refrain from running after wagons.
Wed. 20 Nov. 1878 issue Democratic Standard, Hollidaysburg, Blair Co., PA.
[posted to PACAMBRI Sat, 28 Aug 2010 by [email protected]]
DEAN.-On November 8th 1878, Bertrand T. Dean, son of B. Luden and Mary J. Dean, aged 5 years and 18 days.
Can it be, our darling Bertie,
That thy gentle spirit's fled,
Gone! aye, and forever
Numbered with the dead?
Cold, our son, thou art lying
In thy narrow bed to-day,
And the chilling winds are sighing
O'er thy grave a funeral lay,
Soon the snows of early winter
Will o'er thy tomb a mantle spread,
White and pure like thee, Bertie,
They will fall upon thy head.
When the spring shall come, Bertie,
And the flowers begin to grow,
We'll not forget thee, then, darling,
To thy resting place we'll go,
With the choicest flowers, Bertie,
We'll bedeck thy simple mounds,
And the birds, for thee, darling,
Shall make their sweetest sounds.
Then fare thee well, dear Bertie,
Though on earth we meet no more,
But 'tis joy to think, darling,
We'll meet upon the other shore.
15 Nov 1878 issue of Huntingdon Journal, pg 3 [courtesy of Ginger Meyer, Find a Grave member #46988903]
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