OBITUARY

Emil and Mary Anderson

Mary Edith Anderson Age: 88, was born in Sultan, WA on May 6,1923 to Lee and Ethel Getschmann.

Mary was raised in Sultan with 4 sisters and brothers. She married Emil Anderson on April 21, 1946 and together they raised four children. They were married for 65 years. She was an active member of the Wagner Grange, Tualco Grange, Monroe Historical Society, East County Senior Center and she was also a member of Pocahontas. She worked during World War II making parts for military vehicles. Mary was a homemaker until 1962 when she worked for 17 years at the Everett Herald delivering newspapers in the community of Monroe; she then went to work for Jeno’s Restaurant as a dishwasher. Mary also worked 17 years at Delta Rehab as a nurse’s aide and housekeeper. Mary retired in 1988.

She leaves behind her 2 sons and the spouses, Joe and Liene Anderson, Nels and Leona Anderson: 2 daughters and their spouses, Sharon and Wade Walter, Juanita and Rob Scharf, 13 grandchildren, 20 great-grandchildren, 6 great great- grandchildren and numerous cousins and friends. Mary was preceded in death by her husband Emil and 3 grandsons. Mary will be missed by all those who knew and loved her.

There will be a double Memorial Service for both Emil and Mary Anderson on April 28, 2012 @ 11am @ Purdy& Kerr w/Dawson Funeral Home in Monroe, WA. A Potluck Reception will follow at the East County Senior Center in Monroe, WA.

In Lieu of flowers donations can be sent to the East County Senior Center in Monroe or the Monroe Historical Society or a Charity of your choice.

Please visit www.purdykerr.com for further information

Services

  • Memorial Service Saturday, April 28, 2012
REMEMBERING

Emil and Mary Anderson

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Ken Slye

April 26, 2012

Swedish Pancakes, John Deere Tractors, Grandpa's welcoming smile and Grandma's open door for anyone, this and many more memories are what put a smile on my face when I think them

Lisa Bengtsson

April 15, 2012

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man.

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.

Ruth Ann Mahaffey (author)
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http://www.ruthann1.com

FROM THE FAMILY