Name: Chapel Hill Funeral Home and Memorial Gardens
Address: Kansas City, KS

I grew up a couple of blocks away from Mr. Wiehe, was his Kansan newspaper boy for a few years, and worked in his fields a couple of summers, hoeing vegetables and picking corn.  He was tough, but he also showed he cared, like the time he loaned me some warm gloves while picking up stray corn out of the field during the winter.  I have a lot of memories of this man, even though I did not know him well.

So sorry for your loss.  My grandfather, George Billington  used to stop by and visit Sherman on the way to feed our ponies.  I just know they could sit and talk for quite a while.  Our prayers are with the family.

There are to many memories of Sherman to list. Sure will miss our visits, watching your children grow up selling veggies water mellon, bales of hay and straw. Loved watching your chickens in your back yard when we came to buy eggs. You'll have lots of GM friends to visit.  Tell Nate and Dad we miss them. Know you will have a great garden in heaven. Fly high with those wings Sherman. God Bless you and your family.

Our special roof riding dog Princess, on dads truck we sold veggies out of on 59th Parallel KCK. RIP I am sure she was waiting for you. 

Love you
Sandy

As a boy, Grandpa was the man I aspired to be like.  He was strong, brash, knowledgeable and it seemed like he could do anything and fix anything.  I don’t recall him being afraid anything or wishy washy with any opinion.  He always marched to his own drum beat and I respected him more than any other.  I felt so much pride riding the on the fender of his tractor holding up traffic with my overalls and welder’s cap on.

He taught me what hardwork is and the value of hard work.  By far, he is the hardest working person that I ever met.  He taught me that it wasn’t what you make, it is what you save.  I continue this tradition of frugality.  He taught me how to shoot a shotgun.  While I don’t think he could see anything, he rarely missed.  He taught me how to drive around a suburban neighborhood with a 22 on your lap and shooting squirrels out of the window.  I don’t carry on that tradition for legal reasons.  While I have been estranged from him for many year, I always felt him in me and his influences effecting my life.  I hope he knew and knows that he was always loved.

Farewell and thank you for everything.  Your grandson, Raymond Sherman Wiehe


I think my brother pretty much said it all. He certainly taught us a lot, from sanding cars, painting rental houses, fixing flats, farming and running a business. My dad kept us busy and out of trouble, to tired when the day was done to find trouble 

I will forever cherish the last two weeks with him. At least his last memories will be good, I tried to make sure he was taken care of and spent one whole night holding my hand. It’s never to late for love, and love repairs. We figure that out together. Dad, I know your happy, being bedfast and not doing the things you enjoy like picking up walnuts in the fall would have taken you down anyway. 

You taught us how to work and most of all do it right the first and you won’t have to do it again. Hoeing that fifty thousands onions and doing a bad job stayed with me the rest of my life.  Thanks for everything you did for us. Love you forever.  Sandra

My Dad, strong heart and will, tough as nails and determined to fix anything given the tools to work with.  He was an excellent welder, farmer, car body repairman, mechanic vehicle and farm machinery, hunter (pheasant, quail, moose, deer and more), landlord and maintained his rental properties, and a great dancer.  He raised me and my sister Sandra Wiehe, providing a home, direction, food, good care, along with having us take piano lessons, working in the gardening business for more than 12 years and learning skills from him that we currently use daily.

Dad also was a WWII Veteran.  He served in WWII in Saipan and Okinawa. Sherman moved wounded from Shuri Castle (Japanese WWII Headquarters at Okinawa) in the center area and Yuna Buru eastern side back to the 66 Field Hospital of Okinawa. The hospital were tents about 40 by 60 feet. Sherman attended boot camp in Great Lakes, IL and then went to Camp Endicott, Davisville, Rhode Island and trained with Marines there, followed by traveling to Camp Parks, CA, Hawaii, Eniwetak in the Marshall Islands for about 2 weeks to meet with the convoy that went to Saipan, Okinawa and Japan for duty there.

Dad donated to many charities and to the Indians including Crazy Horse Mountain.  He love to visit in the Black Hills of South Dakota and enjoying the stops at Evans Plunge in Hot Springs, SD.  He donated to many charities and to the Indians.  He donated materials, time, labor and welded up three Little League Baseball backstops and fencing for Liondotte , White Church and Stony Point base ball parks in Wyandotte County, Kansas City, KS.  He loved helping kids.

He took many hunting trips for big game in the Northwest Territory in Northern Canada, shooting moose, bear and other game to share his meat with VFW clubs in Kansas City and mounted the heads as trophies on wall in his living room above the fireplace.  He love to hunt and I share the memories of those many hunting trips to western Kansas when I was young.  They were the best times of my younger years.  He also was a great hunting dog trainer and his dogs were very good, some say the best.

Dad, what a great life you lived and for me to look back on.  I certainly learned a lot from you and will cherish the memories now that you are gone.  God Bless You, your son, Shermie



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Sherman L. Wiehe

January 30, 1926 – August 27, 2018

Chapel Hill Funeral Home and Memorial Gardens

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