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Robert E “Bobbie” Hilbert

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Robert E “Bobbie” Hilbert

Birth
Cincinnati, Hamilton County, Ohio, USA
Death
18 Dec 1900 (aged 5)
Cincinnati, Hamilton County, Ohio, USA
Burial
Cincinnati, Hamilton County, Ohio, USA Add to Map
Plot
Garden LN, Section 104, Lot 168, Space 2
Memorial ID
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Bobbie Hilbert was only five years old when he died of peritonitis. His heartbreaking death devastated his mother. Decades later her granddaughter, Marcie, observed her listening to the Victrola playing a record of the song "Little Boy Blue" with tears streaming down her face.

"Little Boy Blue"

The little toy dog is covered with dusts
But sturdy and staunch he stands
And the little toy soldier is red with rusts
And his musket molds in his hands

Time was When the little toy dog was new
The soldier was passing there
And that was the time When our little boy blue
Kissed them And put them there

Now don't you go till I come, he said
Don't you make any noise
So toddling off to his trundle bed
He dreams of his pretty toys

And as he was dreaming
An angel's song awakened
Our little boy blue

Oh, the years are many, The years are long
But the little toy friends are true, Aye, faithful
To little boy blue they stand

Each in the same old place
Awaiting the touch of a little hand
And the smile of a little face

And they wonder
As waiting these long years through
In the dust of that little chair

What has become of our little boy blue
Since he kissed them and put them there
Bobbie Hilbert was only five years old when he died of peritonitis. His heartbreaking death devastated his mother. Decades later her granddaughter, Marcie, observed her listening to the Victrola playing a record of the song "Little Boy Blue" with tears streaming down her face.

"Little Boy Blue"

The little toy dog is covered with dusts
But sturdy and staunch he stands
And the little toy soldier is red with rusts
And his musket molds in his hands

Time was When the little toy dog was new
The soldier was passing there
And that was the time When our little boy blue
Kissed them And put them there

Now don't you go till I come, he said
Don't you make any noise
So toddling off to his trundle bed
He dreams of his pretty toys

And as he was dreaming
An angel's song awakened
Our little boy blue

Oh, the years are many, The years are long
But the little toy friends are true, Aye, faithful
To little boy blue they stand

Each in the same old place
Awaiting the touch of a little hand
And the smile of a little face

And they wonder
As waiting these long years through
In the dust of that little chair

What has become of our little boy blue
Since he kissed them and put them there


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