Obituary for Ervin A. Esaman
Ervin A. Esaman peacefully entered into eternal life surrounded by his family on Thursday, November 24, 2022 at the age of 87.
Ervin enjoyed buying, fixing and selling cars, going to the Tippecanoe Library with his wife, watching NASCAR races as well as “murdercycle” races, drinking Miller Lite–sometimes out of the bottle and sometimes out of the can can–but always after 7:30 p.m., going to Pembine, WI to look at his land, talking about going to Pembine, WI, reminiscing about his days as a boy in Crab Orchard, KY, watching war movies, and spending time with his family (even though he could never quite bring himself to admit it).
He loved trees–especially the ones in his yard that he wouldn't permit anyone to trim or even talk about trimming. He loved cats–whether they were rescued from under his porch or given to him by strangers made no difference to him. He enjoyed guns of all kinds much to his wife’s chagrin. He had a preference for overly creamed coffee that had gone cold and powdered sugar donuts–the remnants of which would remain on his lips for hours after. Probably most endearing to his family, was his enjoyment of an occasional shot of Seagram’s because it “scratched good”.
If you knew him, you know that he was a man of few words, but he showed his love for his family through his actions. Country singer, Bucky Covington, perfectly describes Ervin in the lyrics to his song, “A Father’s Love”. He sings, “He checked the air in my tires, the belts and all the spark plug wires. Said, ‘When the hell's the last time you had this oil changed?’..And I didn't hear it then, but I hear it now. He was saying, ‘I love you’ the only way he knew how.” This is the epitome of the way Ervin loved. He didn’t bother saying it, but he showed it in ways that were sometimes hard to understand at the time, but are perfectly clear now.
Ervin will always be loved and missed by his wife of just shy of 60 years, Carol Esaman (Worgull) as well as his eldest daughter, Dawn Esaman and her husband, Randy Schober. His memory will be cherished by his daughter, Christine Butt, her husband, Jerry Bott, and his grandson, Ethan Butt. His memory will live on with his youngest daughter, Erin Doucette and her husband Jim as well as his step-grandchildren, Casey and Kayla. He will further be missed by his granddaughters and their families: Lisa and Kyle Safranek, Ellis and Owen; Sarah and Tyler Olson, Ben and Collin; Laura and Rick Wollersheim, Landon, Ryland, and Ellody. He will also be missed by his friend and former son-in-law, Steve Irkhe and the family cats, Oliver and Martha.
A heartfelt debt of gratitude is owed to the angels who cared for him at Vitas Ruth Hospice House.
Because Ervin wouldn’t like to be the center of attention and despised all manner of pomp and circumstance, a private family service will be held to commemorate his life.
In lieu of flowers, donations can be made in his name to Second Hand Purrs Cat Shelter in Milwaukee.
Ervin enjoyed buying, fixing and selling cars, going to the Tippecanoe Library with his wife, watching NASCAR races as well as “murdercycle” races, drinking Miller Lite–sometimes out of the bottle and sometimes out of the can can–but always after 7:30 p.m., going to Pembine, WI to look at his land, talking about going to Pembine, WI, reminiscing about his days as a boy in Crab Orchard, KY, watching war movies, and spending time with his family (even though he could never quite bring himself to admit it).
He loved trees–especially the ones in his yard that he wouldn't permit anyone to trim or even talk about trimming. He loved cats–whether they were rescued from under his porch or given to him by strangers made no difference to him. He enjoyed guns of all kinds much to his wife’s chagrin. He had a preference for overly creamed coffee that had gone cold and powdered sugar donuts–the remnants of which would remain on his lips for hours after. Probably most endearing to his family, was his enjoyment of an occasional shot of Seagram’s because it “scratched good”.
If you knew him, you know that he was a man of few words, but he showed his love for his family through his actions. Country singer, Bucky Covington, perfectly describes Ervin in the lyrics to his song, “A Father’s Love”. He sings, “He checked the air in my tires, the belts and all the spark plug wires. Said, ‘When the hell's the last time you had this oil changed?’..And I didn't hear it then, but I hear it now. He was saying, ‘I love you’ the only way he knew how.” This is the epitome of the way Ervin loved. He didn’t bother saying it, but he showed it in ways that were sometimes hard to understand at the time, but are perfectly clear now.
Ervin will always be loved and missed by his wife of just shy of 60 years, Carol Esaman (Worgull) as well as his eldest daughter, Dawn Esaman and her husband, Randy Schober. His memory will be cherished by his daughter, Christine Butt, her husband, Jerry Bott, and his grandson, Ethan Butt. His memory will live on with his youngest daughter, Erin Doucette and her husband Jim as well as his step-grandchildren, Casey and Kayla. He will further be missed by his granddaughters and their families: Lisa and Kyle Safranek, Ellis and Owen; Sarah and Tyler Olson, Ben and Collin; Laura and Rick Wollersheim, Landon, Ryland, and Ellody. He will also be missed by his friend and former son-in-law, Steve Irkhe and the family cats, Oliver and Martha.
A heartfelt debt of gratitude is owed to the angels who cared for him at Vitas Ruth Hospice House.
Because Ervin wouldn’t like to be the center of attention and despised all manner of pomp and circumstance, a private family service will be held to commemorate his life.
In lieu of flowers, donations can be made in his name to Second Hand Purrs Cat Shelter in Milwaukee.