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Our Sunshine

My mother-in-law, Esther E. Pfertsh, passed away the day before Thanksgiving, 2013. She was an amazing woman and someone who will be dearly missed by all. Below is her story and the reason so many will mourn her passing. One of her favorite songs that was sung as a prayer at every meal was The Lord is Good to Me. We will always sing that song at our meals in remembrance of her.

Esther was born in St. Edward

A town on Nebraska’s east side

To her parents Arthur and Anna

On April seventh, nineteen thirty-five.

 

She was but a toddler a runnin’

When the family decided to move

To a fox farm in Longmont, Colorado

Soon becoming their cow milker too.

 

She was always her daddy’s right hand girl

A sister to Helen, Arnold and June

But she always claimed that their mother

Loved her most, from here to the moon!

 

Her smile brought a nickname of Sunshine

As many relished in her glow from inside

She even thought she was a hummingbird

Always humming her hellos and good-byes.

 

Then one night she was cruising on Main Street

Catching the eye of a wonderful boy

Who then followed her down to the drive-in

At the A&W that they all enjoyed.

 

Elmer found out that Esther liked skating

Planning his hunt to catch up with her there

For we all know that he caught the best one

Who was forever his perfect pair.

 

They soon went on to get married

On July second, nineteen fifty-four

Having a reception down at the Grange Hall

Where their gifts were piled galore.

 

With the sixties came their three children

Blessed with a daughter then two handsome boys

She loved each one of her babies

Her Trina, her Todd and her Troy.

 

With Trina, she led the 4H club

Teaching each of them to cook and to knit

And shared with them knowledge of fishing

From the water all the way to the dish.

 

With her Todd she would often go swimming

Though that was not her expertise

When she’d plunge right down in the water

Her bottom would somehow form a peak.

 

Troy always remembered them Jeeping

With kids clinging on here and on there

Or driving them each to sports practice

Somehow, she got them everywhere.

 

They all laughed at her “mix and jiggle”

When at the counter she was

Mixing up cookies or pastries

Away flew her arm and her butt!

 

Those children, they blessed her with grandkids

Even step and great grandchildren too

And all of those that she adopted

From the neighbors or down at the schools.

 

For years she worked at District 50

A school secretary and so very much more

Known for always cheering up grumpies

And playing pranks on co-workers and more

 

She was such a great people person

Who loved to quilt and to knit and to sew

She was always part of some great group

For she loved them and helped them to grow.

 

Her family always came first though

And her church it was not far behind

Cleaning and doing their bookwork

Was just part of her daily grind.

 

Putting on plays and shows about talent

Her humor rivaling Carol Burnett

She even danced with a mannequin

And her Curly enjoyed that a bit.

 

Her talent was playing the washboard

Slider whistle, the symbols and horn

While Curly twanged on the hand saw

And for Sue the gutbucket was borne.

 

Songs were always being made up

As she had one for every occasion

Like while camping with family in Red Feather

Or to cheer up a precarious situation.

 

A resilient outdoors type person

“For I am a farm girl,” she claimed

As strong as an ox, she was leaned on

Near sainthood those close had proclaimed.

 

Then Alzheimer’s came and took over

Her mind and our lives had been robbed

It took away much of those memories

As we all stuck together and sobbed.

 

But her faith, it never did falter

As she walked and talked with her Lord

Praying that He take her peaceful

By her choice and of her full accord.

 

So we offer our thanks up to Thee, Lord

For taking her peacefully to Thee

And for providing the rain and the Sunshine

With which to grow all of those apple seeds.

 

 

~ Pamela K. Pfertsh

 © December 6, 2013

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With This Ring, I Thee Wed

This was made into book markers for my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary. – Pam

Dearly Beloved

Is what the minister had said

The day upon which

Tom and Betty were wed.

They vowed then to love,

Comfort and honor

For better, for worse,

For richer, for poorer.

In sickness and in health

Forsaking all others

They vowed to take care

Each one of the other.

Their rings were exchanged

For their undying love

And their continued renewal

Of their vows from above.

These rings made of gold

Brought them through fifty years

And all that they’ve shared

Are in their hearts and their tears.

~ Pamela K. Pfertsh

© June 28, 2008

 

 

 

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To Be True

To enjoy the good that comes your way,

You must experience the bad of another day.


To know what’s right and really true,

You must be wrong a time or two.


To feel the peace within your heart,

You must let anger play its part.


To experience the joy of the gifts in life,

You must endure the sorrow, loss and strife.


To truly enjoy that which you’ve found,

You must know the loss to which you’re bound.


To gain from life that which you want,

You must first have lost and been given not.


To feel complete within your soul,

You must first feel empty, torn, not whole.


To enjoy the sounds of which you hear,

You must know the deafness upon your ears.


To trust in someone and truly believe,

You must get rid of the fear and set them free.


To fill your heart with love so strong,

You must feel the pain your whole life long.


~ Pamela K. Berkhiem

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The Flower and The Gardner

I am but a seed

Planted in fertile ground

Mother Nature will sustain me

And I will grow from this mound.

My flowers will bloom and be pretty

My leaves will be soft and green

The rains will pour down upon me

Quenching my desperate need.

The air will float upon me

And above me the sun will shine

I’ll bring beauty to this crazy world

And I’ll know that I’ve done my time.

But if the Gardner places me gently

In a mound of richened soil

And he feeds me water daily

Then my roots shall have no toil.

I’ll reach up from the ground

And stretch out towards the sun

Brighter and more glorious

Than I thought I could become.

If he shows me his affection

And gives me what I need

Then he takes away my worries

And gives to me his creed.

I’ll grow bigger than his boundaries

Feeding on desire

We can share with those around us

As this beauty spreads like fire.

From your kindness shall grow love

Of an abiding kind

From your love then shall grow I

To better serve this life.

~ Pamela K. Berkhiem

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