Frieda Konrade

She was born on March 8, 1917 in Windsor, CO, the fifth of eight children born to Jacob Peter Jacoby and Elizabeth (Erbes) Jacoby.

As a young girl, Frieda worked in the fields with her siblings as most German’s from Russia did when they migrated to the U.S.A.

She married Reinholdt (Rinnie) Konrade on September 27, 1938 in Windsor. When her husband was called to serve his country in the Armed Forces during World War II, she worked for the AC Spark Plug Factory in Flint, Michigan with her father and two sisters.

After his release they farmed in Colorado. They later moved to Aurora where she worked for the school system in food service. They moved to Brighton for a short period of time and retired in Fort Collins, her husband’s boyhood backyard. She was famous for her mouth watering German kochen. Her German glace and butter ball chicken noodle soup was a delight to all.

Preceding Frieda in death were her parents, husband, son, and her siblings, Elizabeth Fritzler, Katherine Troupp Reba, Jacob Jacoby, Mary Grauberger Kelderhouse, Anna Elizabeth Lehr Hughey Proffitt, Helen Irene Harding Schultz and Harry Edward Jacoby. She was the last of her siblings.

A Visitation will be from 5-7 p.m. Thursday, April 24, 2014 at Allnutt Funeral Service, Drake Chapel. The Graveside Service is Friday at 1:00 p.m. Resthaven Memory Gardens.

Frieda’s family shares the following story about Frieda and her friend Helen.

Helen & Frieda

Helen and Frieda were friends. In happy times, they hugged each other around their middles, and when times turned tough, they clutched their hands tight and waited for the bad times to pass. This is the way things were.

One morning Helen called Frieda on the phone. “Hello Frieda, this is Helen.” “I know”, Frieda said. “How did you know,” Helen replied. “You call me every Monday morning. I’m used to your voice.” “Well, I’m coming over. Is that all right,” Helen said. “Certainly it’s all right,” Frieda replied. And Helen did.

Helen parked her car in Frieda’s garage, she walked directly into the dining room and sat down next to Frieda. Frieda’s shoulders and head drooped. She was not perky at all. “What’s the problem”, Helen said. “What makes you think there’s a problem,” Frieda answered.

“I’m bored,” Frieda wailed. “Bored! Bored! Bored!” “Really,” Helen said. “With what?” “With everything,” Frieda moaned. “Let’s go to lunch,” Helen said. “I have a coupon for Ruby Tuesdays and besides you can’t pass up a special invitation like that.”

They both smiled at each other. “You really know how to cheer up a person.” Frieda said. “Thank you”, Helen giggled. “Thank you”, Helen giggled. “Thank you”, Frieda beamed.

And they both hugged each other around their middles. Yes, and they both knew they were each other’s most treasured friends. This is the way things were.