Aunt Frieda Ann Hackworth Orendorff
April 17, 1938 - April 27, 2009

Family Notes

Aunt Frieda
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Family Notes:

dear lynn and nicole,

thanks for your note.  i am one too (hackworth)!
we think of YOU often and the last visit with y'all when nicole was excited about cheerleading...

all of us there were wanting to reunite somewhere, anywhere, within the next year.  what do you think?

mother was so sad to lose another sibling.  i was grateful that all of her children were there but granville, who is working in africa right now.  he called at the best moment though and she got to talk to him.

the graveside service was uplifting, not depressing or sad, if you can believe that.  the old nazarene minister who married eddie and married AND christie and brett had visited with aunt frieda and heard her wishes for her service and brought a wonderful message of encouragement.  the sky was spring clear blue with a few fluffy clouds floating on the breeze.  a week of rain had ended and left everything tender green and clean.  birds sang better than any choir through the service.  many, many of aunt frieda's nursing colleagues were there telling of her years of service to others.  you know she always worked in nursing homes, said it was her calling because "we'll all be old one day."

hope to see you, lynn and nicole, in the coming year, don't know when or where, your place or mine or on the banks of a creek somewhere???

love you all, laura faye

We think of Aunt Frieda often. She will be missed
Lynn and Nicole Wise

Dear Cousin,
I had already got this news from Sandra....we shall miss her setting there in that breezeway. usual I am overseas at work, Africa at the moment.
You and yours take care.....pass along sentiments for me please.
Love ya...Granville

I am married to bryan hoffpauir who is a great nephew of aunt frieda. Thank you for the email. I am very sorry and deeply saddened and pray for comfort in this hard time.
Lisa Hoffpauir

Monday, April 27, 2009 Aunt Frieda left us at about 10 a.m. Her family was with her as she passed. When Eddie called to tell me he asked that I call Lisa and have her go to Aunt Ruth's to tell her so she didn't hear by phone and so she didn't have to be alone when she heard the news. Aunt Hazel will be with her family this evening when she hears. Please keep Ruth, Hazel and Gerry in your prayers.


Visitation: this evening (Tuesday) from 6-8 p.m. at Rose-Neath

Kilpatrick’s Rose-Neath Funeral Homes, Crematorium and Cemeteries, Inc.
1815 Marshall Street, Shreveport, LA 71101
Phone:  318-222-0348, Fax:  318-425-8415

Graveside: Wednesday at 11 a.m., Blanchard Memorial Garden

The Hackworth/Pontinens will be planning a Memorial Service here in Illinois when Toby and Denice and the kids come out in May. Larry, Rhonda and family will participate with us. Maybe the Galion families would like to do something there with Aunt Ruth and maybe, just maybe Jerren will be able to leave the state by then and be with us, too.

I am so sad for us and so happy for her. Her effect on my life was powerful and I will miss her - but I will never forget her.

I think Aunt Frieda left being able to truthfully say: "I have fought the good fight. I have completed the race. I have kept the faith." 2 Timothy 4:7 -- (although I don't think she would have actually said those words about herself.)

Cards for the family

E-mail me for Eddie's address if you want to send cards to them. He'll be sure to pass your condolences on. Aunt Hazel via Sandra and Aunt Gerry. Aunt Ruth doesn't have any e-mail access, but you can mail her at 7855 State Route 309.

If you have photos or a story to share that you would like to post here, let me know.

Photos from Kathie's trip to Louisiana, 9/28/08

Frieda Fishing

(Sorry, I post all my photos.)

Comfort from our mother's death

Moments after Mom (Jane Pontinen) died, Lisa (Remy) pulled a story out of her wallet that had a story in it very similar to the poem below. I would like to share it with the Orendorffs.

The Ship

I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails in the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, there she goes!”
Gone Where? Gone from my sight… that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “There she goes!,” there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”

- Henry Jackson van Dyke (1852-1933)

If Mama Sang