Saying Goodbye to Our Friend David Kurtz

Monday Evening, April 3

We were in Maine during the New Year when we learned that a brain mass had recently been discovered, then a few days later another mass was found in David’s lower right lung. (David’s sister Mary Jane and her husband Dennis are part of our church family in Lewiston, Maine.)

The information did not look good and the next few months were filled with disappointing news.

December 28, 1949 – March 31, 2017

Photo from his obituary. We usually saw him at local truck shows, but I could not find a picture of him.

I did find this one – from Macungie Antique Truck Show – but he has his back to the camera. He is the one in the grey striped shirt.

His beautiful, orange GMC was easy to spot at truck shows.

We were not surprised to see it on Monday night in the Petra Church parking lot where the viewing/visitation was held.

We will miss seeing him at truck shows, but I have a feeling this is not the last time we will see his orange GMC.

Our loss is Heaven’s gain.

Funeral for Myrtle Bomberger

Wednesday, March 1

Myrtle has been part of our family’s life since my childhood – as she and her husband, Henry, were partners in Bomberger’s Store – which was one of the local grocery stores we used when I was growing up.

I found this on the Internet: Phares Bomberger (Henry’s father), at the age of 20, bought out the owner of a small trading post, known as the John Gable General Store, located in the village of Elm, Lancaster County, PA.

In 1887, the store was renamed Bomberger’s General Store, offering everything from bread and milk, to hammers and nails. Over the years, the family-owned store experienced continued growth.
That is kind of how I remember it when I was growing up in the 1940’s and ’50s.
I think Bomberger’s was our daughter, Diane’s, first employer. She worked in the grocery and deli area of the store.
Today Bomberger’s is a large hardware, flooring, and rental business on the outskirts of Lititz and is operated by Bomberger grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
 If you are interested, there are more details here:
Myrtle wrote a story about her life – growing up – and with Henry and their four children. Henry, Jr., Elaine, Anne, and Lynne.

This photo depicts how I will remember her.

Her body and mind deteriorated in recent years, but I will always remember her as a godly, friendly and kind lady. I saw her many times after Cerwin’s mother was moved to personal care at Landis Homes. Myrtle and Mother lived only a few rooms apart. Myrtle always said hi to me and often commented on my clothing, even though she no longer knew who I was.

One of my last memories of her was when our Sunday School Class went Christmas Caroling to the personal care unit where she and Mother High lived – Christmas 2015. She sang every word of the familiar songs. Mother died two months later, so we no longer got to that area of Landis Homes.

Myrtle was 97 years old.

Pretty funeral flowers

The pink flower was BEAUTIFUL.

The graveside ceremony at Erb Mennonite Church.

There were lots of bubbles when the graveside service was over.

I did not notice the gravestone on the right until I cropped this picture. Erb Mennonite is where some of my Hershey ancestors went to church. I checked my lineage and don’t think Barbara is a direct ancestor of mine, but probably married to an ancestral uncle.

Aunt Naomi’s Memorial Service

Monday, December 21

DSC_6045It was a beautiful, cold morning.


DSC_4870Aunt Naomi is a younger sister of Mother High and has been bedfast for many years. This picture from our visit in 2013 is the last picture I have of her.

DSC_6054The burial was in the church’s cemetery following the funeral.

I stayed in the warmth of the church and took these pictures from a window.

DSC_6056I think most of these men are grandsons.

DSC_6057The family invited us to stay for the meal – which we did so we could visit with cousins and other family members.



DSC_6067I asked if I could get a shot of Aunt Naomi’s (and Uncle Isaac’s) children and their spouses. They seemed glad for a family shot.

DSC_6074John and his wife asked me to take a picture of their family.

The one good thing about funerals is that we get to see family members that we don’t see very often.

Motorcycle Hearse For Our Friend Wendell

Today was the funeral for our friend Wendell.

1aIt was fun and sad.

Fun to hear favorite memories and sad to know it was our earthly goodbye to him.

1bWe first met him in the early ’70s when we began attending Lancaster Transport For Christ meetings.

He is the first person from our area to bring TFC literature to the truck stops of the northeast and beyond. (TFC began in Canada in 1951.)

2 (1)Following the visitation there was a short message, music, and many memories shared by family and friends.

I especially enjoyed when a young great-grandson shared that he will miss pap pap’s jokes. “Yep” he said, “We are going to miss him.”

As I watched his children (Kathy and Kenneth), grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, I thought, “Wendell’s sense of humor and thoughtfulness is continuing to live through them.”

2 (2)When the undertaker gave directions at the close of the service, he said that it was Wendell’s desire to have a motorcycle hearse.

2 (3)He promised Wendell that he would make that happen if it was a nice day.

2 (4)It wasn’t a nice day.

2 (5)But Mr. Foard said, “For Wendell, I am willing to ride in rain and spend a day cleaning it up.”

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2 (7)I knew there were motorcycle hearses, but I had never seen one.

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3 (1)We decided to stay for lunch, and while we waited for the family to return from the gravesite, I took some pictures of the pretty table decorations and enjoyed coffee and donuts.

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5Our lives and that of many others were forever changed because Wendell was burdened for the lives of truck drivers.