Born: 03-26-1934 Died: 09-10-1940
s/o Ivan William Fritz & Selanda Barbara Matter
Grandson of Charles Hopkins Fritz and Martha Brock.
Lost his life to the automobile in Flemington on the way to school - Written by his father, Ivan W. Fritz, in his book "Poetic Moments" 1958, Page 98 & 99 and Poem titled "Light of the Home".
LIGHT OF THE HOME
Light of the home, Darling, so bright,
God given blessing, Vanish the night!
Hearken the morning, Baby's sweet smile,
Sunbeams of gladness, Sorrow beguile,
Father is happy; Mother content--
Angel of heaven, Infant, God sent.
Six happy summers, Bursting with joy;
Hope, 'till the shadows, Enveloped our boy.
The golden chord's broken; We forfeit his charms,
For Jesus is holding him, Now, in his arms.
All the glad laughter, The patter of feet,
The bright conversation, No more will we greet.
Oh! strew your small playthings, Over the floor;
Your Daddy will scold you, Now, nevermore.
Oh! Deanie, in heaven, With angels above,
Just know that we love you, With Greatest of love.
We're coming to meet you, When our task is done,
To hold you with Jesus, With joys but begun.
In memory of our son, DEAN IVAN FRITZ, who lost his life to the automobile in Flemington on the way to school. A braver, finer, little lad never lived.
Born: 03-26-1934 Died: 09-10-1940
s/o Ivan William Fritz & Selanda Barbara Matter
Grandson of Charles Hopkins Fritz and Martha Brock.
Lost his life to the automobile in Flemington on the way to school - Written by his father, Ivan W. Fritz, in his book "Poetic Moments" 1958, Page 98 & 99 and Poem titled "Light of the Home".
LIGHT OF THE HOME
Light of the home, Darling, so bright,
God given blessing, Vanish the night!
Hearken the morning, Baby's sweet smile,
Sunbeams of gladness, Sorrow beguile,
Father is happy; Mother content--
Angel of heaven, Infant, God sent.
Six happy summers, Bursting with joy;
Hope, 'till the shadows, Enveloped our boy.
The golden chord's broken; We forfeit his charms,
For Jesus is holding him, Now, in his arms.
All the glad laughter, The patter of feet,
The bright conversation, No more will we greet.
Oh! strew your small playthings, Over the floor;
Your Daddy will scold you, Now, nevermore.
Oh! Deanie, in heaven, With angels above,
Just know that we love you, With Greatest of love.
We're coming to meet you, When our task is done,
To hold you with Jesus, With joys but begun.
In memory of our son, DEAN IVAN FRITZ, who lost his life to the automobile in Flemington on the way to school. A braver, finer, little lad never lived.
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