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When God was making Mothers

When God was making Mothers
He must have made a fuss
He spent a lot of time on one
And gave that one to us.


Of all the gifts in life
However great or small,
To have you as our Mother
Was the greatest gift of all.


Because you were so special
No words could ever say
How much we love and miss you
Today and every day.

 

Ancestry.com finds :: Archived First Communion Portrait -  Wedding Pic to Francis Zwilling - Tri-County News Clipping - Obituary Photo

Mother is thee youngest of 13 and is survived by her brother Jim (Norlene) only. She was preceded in death by her 6 brothers, Marcellus (Jean), Francis (Cyrilla), Vernon (Mary), Marvin (Donna), Herbert, and Harold Theisen; And 6 sisters, Bernadine Theisen, Viola (Gerhardt) Leither, Eileen (Clodwalt) Blonigen, Bernice (Jim) Burnette, Lucille (Lee) Gross, and Rosemary (Matt) Koltes.


 

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Siblings Survived by  brother Jim (Norleen) Theisen

 
Resources: 
Newspaper Clipping -  https://www.newspapers.com/profile/mylollie614
MyHeritage: https://www.myheritage.com/site-family-tree-1180438771/zwilling
Ancestry Tree  https://www.ancestry.com/family-tree/tree/177119776/family/familyview?cfpid=162301042138
Interesting Poem about our Legacy here
Mother (Father)

You can only have one mother (father) 
Patient, kind and true;
No other friend in all the world,
Will be the same to you.
When other friends forsake you,
To mother (father) you will turn,
For all her (his) loving kindness,
She (he) asks nothing in return.
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As we look upon her (his) picture,
Sweet memories we recall,
Of a face so full of sunshine,
And a smile for one and all.
Sweet Jesus, take this message,
To our dear mother (father) up above;
Tell her how we miss her (him),
And give her (him) all our love.
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Pray for us, O dearest mother (father), 
To Jesus Christ, our King;
That He may bless our lonely home
Where thou once dwelt therein.
And pray that God may give us strength,
To bear our heavy cross;
For no one knows but only He
The treasure we have lost.
 

 

** Let's play an online Game of Checkers ** ..... think of the computer as MOM playing in it's place :)

 

My Rosary

What comfort just to clasp it,
My Rosary so dear;
Each mystery brings fresh courage
And drives away all fear.
In prayer so oft repeated,
Yet never growing old,
I read the wondrous story,
Of God’s own love untold.
Each chaplet forms a garland,
To place at Mary’s feet;
Fair buds and full-bloom roses,
Exhaling fragrance sweet.
The Crucifix which crowns it
Reminds me day by day,
To bravely bear my crosses,
Along earth’s rugged way.
I hope when life is ended,
And death shall set me free 
Still twined around my fingers, 
My Rosary Beads shall be.