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C-8 Wednesday, Januar y 24, 2018 The Press-Dispatch OBITUARIES Submit obituaries: Call: 812-354-8500 Email: obits@pressdispatch.net or bring in a hard copy: 820 E. Poplar Street, Petersburg Deadline: 5 p.m. on Monday OBITUARY DEADLINE 5 p.m. Every Monday Thank You Blessings to all, Beverly & James Brust & Family Keith & Becky Shoultz & Family Steve & Vicki Shoultz & Family e family of Joyce Shoultz would like to thank all who contributed to the beautiful Celebration of Life service. A special thanks to Rev. Robert Russell for his comforting and inspirational message, to David Holder for the songs, to Rev. Allen Lich for the committal closing, to Roger Willis for the beautiful floral arrangements and to the staff of Harris Funeral Home for the excellent service. anks to Gale and Ed Wick, Susie and Jack Brenton, and the women of the Church of God for all the food. In loving memory of our son Oct. 11, 1979 - Jan. 24, 2013 e days will always be brighter because he was our son. But the nights will always be darker because he's gone. And no matter what anybody says about grief, and about time healing all wounds, the truth is... there are certain sorrows that never fade away until the heart stops beating, and the last breath is taken. Missing you more than ever buddy... until we're together again. Love you forever, XXXOOO Mom & Dad Dave & Jan Sendelweck Jason Meyer PEACE of MIND Let our 130 years of experience aid you in your selection of a meaningful memorial. SCHUM MONUMENTS, INC. Dale, Indiana www.SchumMonuments.com 812-937-4921 Local Representative RONALD WOODS 812-789-2009 accomplished through teamwork. • Discipline equals success – It's a les- son you learn quickly in organized sports; you get out what you put in. If you want the joy of victory you must put in what it takes to improve and excel. • Overcoming adversity – Life some- times isn't fair and obstacles arise. Through organized sports I learned to sit back, review a situation, make appropri- ate changes and try again. The feeling of accomplishment after a setback provides the same high as the adrenaline rush right before a jump ball in a basketball game. The greatest thing I learned is that al- though sometimes we lose the things we love most, with support and determination we can make it through. Medical issues took me out of the game but they didn't take me out of the amazing friendships, bonds, and lessons years of participating in organized activities gave me. In fact, if it wasn't for key influences from coaches, teammates, my parents and friends, I know I would have had a much larger mountain to climb. This column is contributed by Ashley Hale, LSW, school social worker for Youth First, Inc., a local nonprofit dedicated to strengthening youth and families. Youth First provides 39 Master's level social work- ers to 57 schools in 7 southwestern Indiana counties. Over 60,000 youth and families per year are served by Youth First's school social work and afterschool programs that prevent substance abuse, promote healthy behaviors, and maximize student success. LESSONS Continued from page 4 DOROTHY "PAT" JEAN CRITCHLOW Dorothy "Pat" Jean Critchlow, 91, of Oak Grove, Mo., passed away at Wilshire Nursing Home in Lee's Summit, Mo., on Jan- uary 20, 2018. The eldest of four chil- dren, she was born in Pike County on August 26, 1926, to Charles and Eugenia (Survant) Richardson. As well as being a ded- icated mother and step- mother, she had many oth- er jobs. The longest and last of which was in the food ser- vice at the Davis County Hospital in Washington. She always had a love of wildlife and nature, watching bas- ketball, traveling, dancing, playing Skip-Bo and spend- ing time with her family and grandchildren. She was and continues to be loved by all those that knew her. She is survived by a daughter, Scarlett (Law- rence, or Ed) Wilcoxen, of Indiana; stepchildren, Jerry (Effie)Eagle, of North Caro- lina, Judy (Ronald Rex) Bo- swell, of Missouri, Kenny ( Joy) Critchlow, of Indiana, and Morris (Karen) Critch- low, of Kentucky. Grandma Pat was dear- ly loved by her chil- dren and stepchildren; 15 grandchildren; 30 great-grandchildren; and 19 great-great-grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her three broth- ers, Jack, Tom and Bobby Joe; husband, Melvin Eagle; husband, Arnold Critchlow; two granddaughters; and one grandson. Funeral services will be at 1 p.m. on Wednesday, Janu- ary 24, 2018, at Gill Funeral Home, 308 E. Walnut Street, Washington. Visitation will be on Wednesday from 11 a.m. un- til service time at the funer- al home. Online condolenc- es may be made at www. gillsince1872.com. TOM D. TURNER Tom D. Turner, 67, passed away at 3:05 p.m. on January 15, 2018, at his residence. He was born in Vincennes on January 10, 1951, to Rob- ert Donald and Loueva (Tis- dale) Turner. He married Brenda Pinkston on August 15, 1970. He was a local basketball standout for Vincennes Lin- coln High School in 1968 - 1969, where he held the indi- vidual single game scoring record of 43 points, and this record was held until 1990. He then went on to play bas- ketball for Vincennes Uni- versity and helped lead them to win the NJCA A champi- onship in 1970. A fter leaving Vincennes University, he re- ceived a scholarship to at- tend West Georgia College, where he broke the individu- al scoring record of 44 points for a single game, as well as helped them win their first ever National Championship in 1974. A fter leaving West Georgia College, he was drafted by the Washington Bullets. He then moved back to Vincennes in 1976, join- ing the Vincennes Police De- partment and retired in 1998 as a Police Sergeant. He had been a member of the Vin- cennes Boat Club. He was a member of the Fraternal Or- der of Police, American Le- gion, Vincennes #1 Masonic Lodge F&AM, and the Hadi Shrine. He enjoyed lawn work, fishing and boating, and spent the biggest part of his life fishing and boat- ing on the Wabash River. Survivors include his wife, Brenda Turner, of Vin- cennes; daughters, There- sa (Benjamin) Simpson, of Evansville, Tonya (Shawn) Frederick, of Petersburg; son, Travis (Sonya) Turn- er, of Evansville; grand- children, Gavin Diggs, Reed Smith, Katelyn Turn- er, Thomas Turner, Nathan Carie; brother-in-law, Joe (Beth) Pinkston, of Vin- cennes; sister-in-laws, Sher- ry (Frank) Bezy, of Fair- banks, Alaska, and Karen Turner, of Vincennes. He was preceded in death by his parents; and two brothers, Robert and Har- old Turner. Funeral services were at 1 p.m. on Saturday, January 20, 2018, at Goodwin Funer- al Home, with Pastor Peter Haskins officiating. Inter- ment followed in Memorial Park Cemetery. Visitation was on Friday, January 19, 2018, from 4-8 p.m. and on Saturday, Janu- ary 20, 2018, from noon un- til service time at the funer- al home. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to the Good Samaritan Hos- pice. Online condolences may be sent to family and friends at www.goodwinfa- milyfh.com. DR. GARY LEE HARPER Dr. Gary Lee Harper, 80, of Oakland City, entered eternal rest at his home on January 16, 2018. He was born on May 25, 1937. He graduated from Oak- land City High School in 1955 and served in the Unit- ed States Army, leaving as an Army Specialist-5th Class. In December 1964, he married Margaret Earl McConnell. He was well- known in Oakland City and an inspiration to many be- cause of his kind heart and contagious laugh that could fill a room. He was also a City Council Member from 1966 -1999. He was a long- time member of Oakland City Good Shepherd United Methodist Church. He is survived by his daughter, Alison Harper, of Oakland City; one grand- daughter; brother, Hal Dis- hawn Harper, of Tennessee; and a niece. He is preceded in death by his parents, Hallie and An- nabell Harper; wife, Marga- ret Earl Harper; and a grand- son. Funeral Services were at 11 a.m. on Monday, Jan- uary 22, 2018, at Corn-Col- vin Funeral Home in Oak- land City, officiated by Dr. Douglas Low and Pastor Da- rin Nossett. Burial followed at Montgomery Cemetery in Oakland City. Visitation was on Sunday, January 21, 2018, from 4-8 p.m., with a Ma- sonic Memorial Service at 7 p.m., and from 10 -11 a.m. on Monday at the funeral home. Military graveside services were conducted by Oakland City American Legion Post #256. In lieu of flowers, con- tributions can be made to American Legion Post 256, Oakland City. Messages of sympathy or lighting a me- morial candle can be left at www.corncolvinfuneral- home.com. LORI ELLEN (R AINEY) STEBER Lori Ellen (Rainey) Ste- ber, 60, of Oakland City, en- tered rest on Jan. 12, 2018, at her home. She was born on Sept. 29, 1957, in Princeton. She was a member of Farm Bureau and Oakland City American Legion Post #256 Auxiliary. She had worked at OFS in Hunting- burg. She is survived by a daughter, Erica Rummel, of Huntingburg; her moth- er, Ann Rainey; sisters, Ju- lie Terwiske and Lisa Meny, all of Oakland City; and two grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her father, Roscoe Rainey. A Celebration of Life was at 2 p.m. Saturday, Janu- ary 20, 2018, at Lamb-Bash- am Memorial Chapel. Buri- al will take place in Mont- gomery Cemetery at a lat- er date. Family and friends may send massages of com- fort to www.lambbasham. com. ROBERT R. "PORK" SHOULTZ Robert R. "Pork" Shoul- tz, 61, of Petersburg, en- tered rest Wednesday, Jan. 17, 2018, at his home. He was born on March 30, 1956, in Pike County to Ger- ald and Judy Shoultz. He had worked at Snap- On Tools in Mt. Carmel for 26 years and also Britton Farms. He is survived by his wife, Barbara "Abell" Shoultz; daughters, Tammy Cole- man and Tabitha Hamil- ton, both of Petersburg, and Nikki Kohlman, of El- nora; sons, Steve Coleman, of Princeton, Rick Coleman, Jonathan Shoultz, and Adam White, all of Petersburg; sis- ter, Kim Bartley, of Peters- burg; 20 grandchildren; and eight great-grandchildren. Robert was preceded in death by his parents; and several aunts and uncles. Services were at 1 p.m. (EST) Monday, Jan. 22, 2018, at the Lamb-Basham Memorial Chapel, with Rev. Jim Gidcumb officiation. Burial followed in Pleasant Ridge Cemetery. Visitation was from 10 a.m.(EST) un- til services on Monday at the chapel. Family and friends may send messages of comfort to www.lambbasham.com. Brighter Side by Janice Barniak When enough is enough I was in the veggie section of an upscale grocery when the sound of thunderstorms played and the misters came on, just as I was reaching for lettuce. Sometimes I shop at an upscale grocery because there is this sense of endless produce as far as the eye can see, enough for everyone. I love to grocery shop be- cause it appeals to all five senses, and I never feel guilty about buying food, not like I would if buying, say, yet another pair of black leggings. My husband and I have opposite feel- ings on food. Two weeks ago, I said, "where's my cheese? " searching the usu- al refrigerator places. "I threw it out," he said. "It had been in there since we moved in. I've been afraid to eat it." "That's not the same cheese as when we moved in. When it gets low, I get an- other one so we never run out," I said. "It had green and red mold in it," he said. "Oh, Joe," I shake my head. "It's called pepperjack. There are peppers in it—red and green peppers." "So that's why they call it that," he said. My husband and I are as different as Jack Spratt and his wife. Where I prefer full to overflowing cab- inets with an extra box of Wheaties on standby, my husband recently suggest- ed we try to eat all of our food before we buy any more. What if, I say, we're snowed in at the end of our food supply? I'm proud to say that due to our very stocked cabinets, I will never have to make what I call the "dreaded French Toast Run" to buy bread, milk and eggs in preparation of a storm. I attribute this to our wildly different upbringings. Joe grew up the son of two chiroprac- tors in Newburgh, living in a beautiful two-story house on a wooded lot next door to his elementary school. His father got into the soy business long before every- one became protein-obsessed, selling colorless, tasteless soy powder to add to smoothies and other foods. When his parents divorced and his fa- ther married an incredible cook from Thailand, he had meals as beautiful as his new stepmother, which was really say- ing something, he tells me, because when they walked through the airport bringing her home to Evansville, the men in the airport stopped to stare. My step-mother-in-law has an immac- ulate kitchen. She picks berries in the summer; there's fresh Dewig meat in the freezer that they drive from Newburgh to Haubstadt to get semi-regularly. The inside of her refrigerator reminds me of those magazines on minimalism, where one fresh orchid sits in a white room. My upbringing was spare in a less fash- ionable way. My mom was often single and working as a convenience store man- ager or in a factory to provide for four chil- dren. I always hear that people who are poor are fat because they can buy steaks and soda with food stamps, but I can't say one way or anoth- er about that, because while I was fat, my personal experi- ence is of trying to find change in the couch to buy bread and potted meat on the day before my mother's payday. Once a relative asked my brother, on Thanksgiving, if he knew what the next holiday was, trying to prompt him to think about Christmas. He said "payday." Some people would be ashamed to have something like that in their past, I guess, but we were never taught to be ashamed—we were just told to work in an honest profession and that it would be something in which we could take pride. But mindsets have consequences. When I'm lining our freezer with ex- tra loaves of bread when it's on sale or when I've got boxes of cereal stacked three deep—he sees excess, and I see myself building insulation between him and a world I don't want him or our chil- dren to know. He empties a box of cereal and another seems to magically appear as if by food fairy. My husband might be worldly in the way of knowing which sock brands are the fancy ones, but he is charmingly naive in his trust of "enough" as if somewhere out there, there will always be more mon- ey, more jobs, more of everything for him to grab off a shelf at a moment's notice. I want to keep him from ever knowing the insecurity and hunger that eats a person from the inside out. I do that by steadi- ly packing the edges of a well-stocked house. When my younger sister was five or six, we drove past a beautiful brick home, and I pointed it out, though at the time, she'd only lived in trailers. I said to her, "wouldn't it be nice to live in a brick house with a porch like that? " "People like us don't live there," she said. As she fixes up her young family's brick starter home in anticipation of selling it for something better, I have a lot of pride in her. She works twelve hour shifts do- ing quality control in an auto glass facto- ry, sometimes coming home glittering in fine broken glass mist that her husband will tenderly pick out of her clothes and hair to keep it from cutting her. The insulation for her is the money she can bring home, hedging her bets, saving and paying off. She and I are both, in our ways striving forward. It's not without looking back, I think. These are the things I'm thinking when the misters come on in the grocery store, covering my hand in tiny drops of water, sparkling like glass as I'm mid-reach for yet another head of lettuce. And I just stop, with the water covering my hand, and I'm asking myself if maybe I have enough. Pregnant... or think you are? 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