I am very proud to have been chosen to accept the flag that honored Gramps as a WWII veteran. I accepted it on behalf of Mary Mom, Karen, Sandy, and Lars. I?ll have it encased and labeled to mark the passing of a very great man.
Thank you Lars, Dad, and Mom, for keeping me well informed as to the condition of Gramps. I wouldn?t have been able to celebrate his passing, and his joyous meeting with Jesus, without you.
He certainly loved the Lord, his family, his country, and his church! No doubt that he gave Pastor Jacobs a piece of his mind on how the church should be!
Love to all,
From Jack Miller, retired president of Automation Tool Company:
So sorry to hear of your fathers passing. I agree, he sure had a full life
and lived it well. I’ll never forget the time I took him up in the biplane.
The canopy was off and I had not tightned my shoulder harness as well as I
should have. Your dad wanted to do some aero so I rolled it over to fly
inverted for awhile. Due to my loose straps my torso was hanging down and it
allowed my head to extend beyond the top bottom of the windshield. The
wind suddenly blew my goggles off my face and I couldn’t see anything. I was
fighting to hold the plane inverted and level with one hand while I’m trying
to get the goggles back on my face with the other hand, all with my eyes
tight shut so I wouldn’t get anything in them. I was making some headway
when all of a sudden they got whipped behind my head and then the strap was
pulling against my throat. That was it so I had no choice but to roll back
and put the dirty side down. Your dad loved every minute of it but since he
was in the front seat didn’t see my predicament. We went on to do some loops
and rolls and your dad got some stick time also.
Give my regards to your family. We’ll make a contribution to the fund.
The picture of dad was taken last month at a park where they visited with a group of children. He was actually doing very well until Labor Day, when the heart gave him problems and then the fall in his room a week ago.
Dad had a wonderful life – and lived it to the fullest.
Thank you all for your prayers. I will cut and paste some shared moments from emails I have been receiving.
Sorry this is so late to all of you, but it was very hard for me to think of Sherman the Great as no longer being with us. He was an absolute gem! I can remember growing up in Iowa and my grandma Marie telling us that Sherman and “Hurricane Rose” were on their way home! I always looked forward to it! He would take us all for rides in his plane. He called me his co-pilot! He came to Iowa and picked me up to spend a week with him and aunt Rose. We flew to companies in Iowa, Illinois, Minnesota and Wisconsin. I had a wonderful time! In his last years, he sent one of his business cards, through something he sent to my mom. The note says and I still have it “Please give this former card to my co-pilot Jeannie!” He was a very special person.I loved him very much. To all of you, I know he will be missed!
Love to all.
Jeannie Beermann Meyer
Blue Springs, Missouri
James & Marie Neider
Sherm spent many a deer hunting season with us. He enjoyed every minute of it, as we enjoyed his company as well. He was able to skin and cut up two deer in an hour. He even shared our Thanksgiving dinner with us. He was a very special person in our lives, He will be missed by all of our family.
Thank you for life and breath, music and laughter … and joy!!!
I asked for a piano and I received unbelievable support from you and Mom.
“Old Black Joe” is your favorite melody, offered in variations only God could inspire!
“Nobody Is Going to Rain On Your Parade”! and ever will!
Thank you Daddyo! See you in Heaven – I picture you and Mom in Heaven chit chatting about each day – we dare not laugh at the kitchen table or we would be sent to bed without dinner… what fun we have had!
We share many happy memories of your trips to Georgia with Mom doing a lot of talking on the road!
Thank you again, Daddyo!
love, hugs and kisses,
MaryLynn and Ralph
There are many times in my life I have looked in the mirror and felt the reflection of my grandfather…”Gramps” an adventurous spirit, incredible sense of humor, physical strength, passion for his Norwegian roots, an outdoorsman, lover of family and gracious to all…
My greatest memory of Gramps was a parade in Milwaukee when I was 5 years old and seeing this huge viking warrior in the distance…as the viking got closer, I saw he was wearing a mooseskin, horned helmet, sandals and he carried a large gold shield and ax…he came closer and closer to me, and then I recognised he was my grandfather. He picked me up on his shoulders and I noticed the only thing he was wearing was the mooseskin…I was so proud that he was my grandfather not because he went commando but he made me proud to be a Helland and proud of my viking heritage….as a gift, he gave me the whole outfit just a couple years ago, so when you least expect it, the viking will reappear ;-
I will also never forget our fishing trip to Ignace and all the wonderful stories…I can picture his hands swollen and sun-burned from many hours pulling some of the finest pike and walleye out of the lake…he was very detailed and passionate about his fishing and hunting and this was reflected in the passion for his great career and love of his family and friends.
In Gramps’ last hours with us on this earth, I promised to lead a group to Ignace in the near future and honor him by fishing his favorite lakes and telling his favorite stories…one day we will make that long trek, and he will be with us…
You will always be with us Gramps…for many generations to come!
Skoal! I love you!
Sandra L. Robertson-Wooldridge
My husband, Milton and I had the honor and priviledge of being with Dad during the last few days in Hospice at Columbia Hospital. We shared special moments with family members visiting Dad during this time and knew he was aware of our presence,loving thoughts and prayers, including the phonecalls. He heard every word and showed his gratitude through his facial expressions and holding our hands. Vicky Norton, the Lutheran Hospital Chaplin conducted a heartfelt, beautiful, spirit filled sacred ceremony recounting the gifts, family values, Christian life, service, love of his family, children, grandchildren and great grandchildren and of course, his love of flying. After many prayers, including the Lords Prayer, she gently lifted the sheet from Dad’s feet and gave him permission to use his feet to walk with Jesus and make his journey with Him into the Kingdom of Heaven. Dad left peacefully with Jesus. The wake and service that followed at Ascension Lutheran Church, with Cal, Lars and Ricky playing their trumpets with the organ and Mary Lynn at the piano were a glorious tribute and celebration of his Christian life and passage into Heaven. The Miltitary Honors Ceremony with Tim receiving the flag was another special moment. A gathering of hearts all celebrating a great life.
Sandie, I am very sorry to hear about the loss of your father. You always talked very highly of him. He sounds like a great man who loved his family very much. I know that your Mom and Dad are together again. Love Alice
I am a friend of Sandy and am so sorry about this passing. It sounds like it was very peaceful and you are now residing with Jesus. I have the family in my prayers.