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C-8 Obituaries Wednesday, October 16, 2019 The Press-Dispatch STEVEN GLENN MABREY Steven Glenn Mabrey, 59, of Oakland City, passed away on October 8, 2019. He was born on May 1, 1960, in Evansville, to Alves and Shelia Mabrey. He lived his life for God, and enjoyed hunting and all types of sports, and spending time with fami- ly and friends. He is survived by his son, Tyler Mabrey, of Oak- land City; sisters, Jennifer (Kenny) Kline, of Jasper, and Kim ( John) Plassmey- er ( John) of South Caroli- na; brothers, Trent (Kel- ly) Mabrey, of Winslow, and Brent (Pam) Mabrey, of Ft. Branch; and eight nieces and nephews. He was preceded in death by his father, Alves Mabrey; and niece, Chris- tie Kline. Services were at 10 a.m. Monday, October 14, 2019, at Titzer Family Funeral Homes in Elberfeld, with Rev. Bill Reed officiating. Burial will follow in Bar- nett Chapel Cemetery. Visitation will be from 2-6 p.m. Sunday and 9 a.m. until service time Monday at the funeral home. Con- dolences may be made at www.titzerfuneralhomes. com. Katiedid vs... by Katiedid Langrock Fear tactics "Ooh, a bride! Look, Ma- ma! She's so beautiful." I turned around to see what my 3-year-old was talking about. We were shopping in Ross, so I ex- pected that she was refer- ring to a mannequin in a gorgeous dress rather than a real bride walking down the aisle. That is, unless she was completely lost — or perhaps completely un-lost and, having just run from the altar, was shopping for some clothes to change in- to before skipping town and changing her name. I was wrong. Upon spin- ning on my heels, I saw that the beautiful bride my daughter was gushing over was not a mannequin or a lost bride or a runaway bride. Rather, it was a terri- fying Halloween decoration — a shrunken ancient-look- ing floating warty witch head surrounded by a sea of dirtied fabric scraps that looked more like mummy dressing than they did for- malwear. I, giving the prop- er and intended reaction to this morbid display, gave a tiny jump backward. My daughter stared up at the wicked apparition, smitten. "So beautiful," she repeat- ed. When do we become scared? It hadn't occurred to me until this very moment that a gnarled floating head adorned in unfurled band- ages would be something you must be taught to feel frightened of, yet here we are. They come out of the womb fear- less, and we parents, with all our anxie- ties and fears, inform them, often nonver- bally, that the headless are not to be trusted. Last weekend, my 7-year- old had a friend over. They made up a story full of fake creatures — a devil-gator, a devil-dog, a devil-squir- rel. They created this story so convincingly that when a cute little fluffy-tailed squir- rel ran onto the driveway, the boys screamed and ran back into the house. He is older. He is get- ting his first October full of songs about such things as the Ghost of John. Long white bones and the rest all gone. He and his friend have been taught what to fear — songs, stories, their own im- aginations. It's easy to laugh at, watching youngsters' im- aginative brains resulting in nightmare-addled nights spent envisioning fanged chipmunks. But then again, don't we do that to our- selves? Every time we sit up in bed with alarm and wonder what that noise was, every time we turn on the lights in the hallway just to check, we, too, are succumbing to our own songs, stories and imagi- nations. Ooh, wouldn't it be chilly with no skin on? This week, I am headed into the wild on a solo trip. It's the first one I've taken in three years. The most re- cent trip lasted less than 24 hours. The time before that? Oof. I couldn't say. Fifteen years? A hundred years? They seem an equal dis- tance of time. From my basement, I pulled out my dusty old trekker backpack, which is covered in flag patches that have seen better days. Bel- gium and Israel are holding on by barely a thread. I can- not find my sleeping bag, which just goes to show how overdue this trip is. For fam- ily camping trips, I've been using a two-person sleep- ing bag. It has allowed me to nurse or cuddle babies with ease during the long nights. But this trip will be just for me. I used to be the type of per- son who travels and camps alone. Marriage and babies have given me so much, but one thing they do take away is time. There's been no time to be that person — to have that independence, to have that quiet. As I packed my backpack, I was suddenly clutched by fear. What if a snake slithers into my sleeping bag while I slum- ber? I'll never see my children again. What if a devil-gator gets me? Or a devil-dog? Or, worse, a devil-squirrel? Those jerks are everywhere! These were not things I worried about 15 years ago. Nothing teaches you fear like becom- ing a parent. When I was tucking in my children last night, they shared a spooky story about a ghost in the woods wait- ing to seize a woman and make her his wife. My son said earnestly, "Remember when you're sleeping in the wild, Mama, that you're al- ready married." My daugh- ter helpfully chimed in: "But you can marry again. That way, I can see you as a beau- tiful bride, too." I wonder whether fear, not time, is what has actual- ly kept me from taking so- lo trips. I asked my children to stop telling me ghost stories — and bride stories. Like Katiedid Langrock on Facebook, at http://www.face- book.com/katiedidhumor. Social Security Matters by by Russell Gloor Understanding the family maximum Dear Rusty: My husband passed away when our chil- dren were three and five years old. I received bene- fits for myself, our two chil- dren and my 14-year-old son from a previous relation- ship. When my 14-year-old son turned 18, the amount he received stopped and was added to ours, keeping the total family amount the same. Then in July of this year my youngest daugh- ter turned 16 so I fell off with that amount now go- ing to my kids. Again, the total family amount stayed the same— $ 625, each for my daughter and son. The very next month in August, my youngest son turned 18 so of course, he fell off. I called Social Security and the representative said that she couldn't guarantee that my son's full amount will go to my daughter. It turns out that none did, decreasing the family amount by $ 625. My question is why was the family amount reduced when she still has two years before she turns 18? Signed: Confused Survivor Dear Confused: I un- derstand your confusion— let me clarify what happened in your situation: Social Se- curity (SS) sets a "Family Maximum" amount, which is the most all eligible family members combined can re- ceive from a worker's (your husband's) record. SS uses a rather complex formula to compute the Family Maxi- mum amount, but it comes out to be somewhere be- tween 150 percent and 180 percent of your husband's "primary insurance amount" (or "PIA," what he was enti- tled to when he passed). The family maximum is in effect whenever there are multiple beneficiaries on a worker's record. The bene- fits you were personally re- ceiving were "child in care" benefits which entitled you, as a surviving spouse with a minor child, to collect 75 percent of the benefit your husband was receiving, or entitled to re- ceive, at his death. Child in care benefits stop when the youngest child reaches 16 years of age. Each of your three minor children were also entitled to receive 75 percent of their deceased fa- ther's (or stepfather's) ben- efit amount. Minor children can receive 75 percent of the deceased parent's bene- fit until they reach 18 years of age (or 19 if still in high school). However, all bene- fits are subject to the "fam- ily maximum." The total of benefits paid to all survivors of the deceased is limited to that family maximum and, if that amount is reached, all eligible survivors share equally in that family maximum amount. Then as each survivor be- comes ineligible due to their age, the remaining survivors each receive a propor- tional share of the family max- imum amount, but that ad- justment cannot result in an individual's benefit being more than they are other- wise entitled to (their max- imum individual benefit of 75 percent of your husband's PIA). When your oldest son turned 18 and became inel- igible, the sum of benefits due all remaining survivors was still more than the fam- ily maximum, so the fam- ily maximum amount was equally divided among the remaining eligible survi- vors. Then, when your el- igibility for child-in-care benefits ceased when your youngest turned 16, your two remaining minor chil- dren each received either a) their equal share of the family maximum, or b) 75 percent of their father's PIA (their normal entitlement as a surviving minor child). When your youngest son turned 18 and became ineli- gible, your youngest daugh- ter was then eligible to re- ceive only her full benefit as a minor surviving child (75 percent of your hus- band's benefit), which she can continue to receive un- til she is 18 (or 19 if still in high school). So, as you can see, the family maximum isn't an amount which is ful- ly available to any survivor, it is an amount that restricts the total amount which can be paid to all when there are multiple eligible survivors. Note that at age 60 you are once again eligible for a sur- viving spouse benefit, which will be based upon 100 per- cent of the benefit your hus- band was entitled to at his death, subject, of course, to normal reductions and earn- ings restrictions for claim- ing benefits before your full retirement age. JOAN HAMM Joan Hamm, 78, of Jasper, passed away at 9:54 a.m. on Monday, October 14, 2019, in Memorial Hospital and Health Care Center in Jas- per. She was born in Peters- burg on October 23, 1940, to Frank and Naomi (Smith) Furman. She married Dale W. Hamm on December 28, 1956, in Shawneetown, Ill. He preceded her in death on February 17, 2019. She was a 1958 graduate of Petersburg High School. She retired from Kimball Electronics in Jasper, where she had worked for 43 years. She loved flowers, enjoyed bowling, playing cards, rid- ing motorcycles, and spend- ing time with family and friends. She truly adored her Pomeranian, Christi Eve, and she was also an av- id Chicago Cubs fan. Surviving are one son, Robert (Geri Loechte) Hamm, of Jasper; two grand- children, Courtney (Bill Per- ry) Hamm, of Middlesex, N.C., and Derek (Michaela Campbell) Hamm, of Flint, Texas; and five great-grand- children, Nolan, Rozlyn, Reagan, Gracie and Landon. Preceding her in death, besides her husband, are three sisters, June Chesser, Patricia Charles and Jerry Lynn Lewis. A funeral service will be at 11 a.m. on Friday, Octo- Obituaries %LUPLQJKDP$ODEDPDDWWRUQH\5REHUW1RUULVKHOSVLQMXUHGFODLPDQWVQDWLRQZLGHFROOHFWFDVKEHQHÀWVIURP$VEHVWRV7UXVWV´1RUHSUHVHQWD WLRQLVPDGHWKDWWKHTXDOLW\RIOHJDOVHUYLFHVWREHSHUIRUPHGLVJUHDWHUWKDQWKHTXDOLW\RIOHJDOVHUYLFHVSHUIRUPHGE\RWKHUODZ\HUVµ 6SHFLDOWUXVWVKDYHEHHQVHWXSE\YHQGRUVDQGVXSSOLHUVRIWKH 3HWHUVEXUJ*HQHUDWLQJ6WDWLRQWRSD\DVEHVWRVYLFWLPV ,I\RXEXLOWRUKHOSHGPDLQWDLQWKH3HWHUVEXUJ*HQHUDWLQJ6WDWLRQEHIRUH\RXPD\ KDYHEHHQH[SRVHGWRDVEHVWRVDQGQRWHYHQNQRZLW

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