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Anne W. Rhine

May 11, 1925August 12, 2019
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Anne Weishaar Rhine, 94, of Yakima passed away peacefully in her sleep on August 12, 2019 at Izzy’s Adult Family Home after a long battle with dementia. Anne was born May 11, 1925 in Crow Rock, Montana to Frederick Weishaar and Johanna (Naasz) Weishaar. She was the fifth child in a large German family that included 5 brothers and 3 sisters who were raised on a dryland wheat farm in the middle of Montana.

The family moved from Fairfield, Montana to Yakima in 1943 where Anne graduated from Yakima Senior High School with the class of 1944. Following graduation she went to work at Metropolitan Life Insurance. In 1948 she met her future husband, Robert C. (Bob) Rhine, and they were married at Grace Evangelical Lutheran Church on April 16, 1949.They shared many adventures together during their 44 years of marriage until his passing in 1993. She was a full-time mom until her three children started school and then she worked part-time for many years as the secretary/bookkeeper for the First Congregational Church and later Calcoe Credit Union. After retiring, Anne and Bob spent their winters as snowbirds in Mesa, Arizona. Gardening, ceramics, and playing card games with friends and family were favorite hobbies along with traveling and spending time at their cabin on Chinook Pass.

The true delights of her life were her grandchildren – Kyle, Sean and Holly. She was the consummate grandma – always interested and involved in their activities. It was her nurturing, caring and compassionate spirit that made spending time with her a special treat for her grandchildren who were showered with love and attention.

She was always on the go and her life was filled with activities which included playing bridge with the girls on Thursdays and playing poker with her siblings on Saturday nights. As an active lifelong member of Grace Lutheran Church, she participated in many church activities including the Lydia Circle and Bible studies. She loved to bake, and cookies and peanut brittle were her specialties. Friends and family also benefited from Anne’s hobby of painting in which she created many cherished works of art.

Anne is survived by her children, Marilyn and Patrick Hunter, Randy and Marje Rhine, and Nancy and Eric Johnson; grandchildren, Kyle and Cassandra Johnson, Sean Johnson, and Holly and Rich Llewellyn; and her sister, Irene Johnson.

The family would like to express their sincere thanks and gratitude for the exemplary care Mom received at Izzy’s – Marissa, Jessika L, Kim, Jessica W, Dre, Del and Cheryl. You are the best. In addition, our family could not have made this journey without the help and guidance of the dedicated and compassionate professionals at Yakima Memorial Hospice.

Memorial services will be held at Rainier Memorial Center on Tuesday, August 20, 2019 at 11 am. Interment will be in Terrace Heights Memorial Park.

In lieu of flowers, Anne’s family suggests memorial contributions may be made to the Yakima Area Arboretum, Grace Lutheran Church, or the charity of your choice.

Fond memories and expressions of sympathy may be shared at www.keithandkeith.com


  • Anne is survived by her children, Marilyn and Patrick Hunter, Randy and Marje Rhine, and Nancy and Eric Johnson; grandchildren, Kyle and Cassandra Johnson, Sean Johnson, and Holly and Rich Llewellyn; and her sister, Irene Johnson.

  • Kyle Johnson
  • Sean Johnson
  • Rich Llewellyn
  • Gary Dean
  • Stan Dean
  • Rex Tegen

  • Yakima Area Arboretum
  • Grace Lutheran Church


20 August

Memorial Service

11:00 am

Rainier Memorial Center

2807 Terrace Heights Drive
Yakima, Washington 98901


Anne W. Rhine

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Holly Llewellyn

August 19, 2019

I am so blessed to have had the most wonderful Grandmother. She always had such a welcoming home and heart and made all of our time together so special. Some of my most cherished memories include our summers together and Christmas Eve sleepovers. While losing her is heartbreaking, it’s comforting knowing she will forever be at peace with the Lord.
Growing up, I was fortunate to spend my summer days at Grandma’s house. We had many adventures and found fun in whatever we were doing! Every morning I was greeted with her sweet hugs and some fresh hotcakes and cocoa. Tuesday mornings were spent chauffeuring her friends to bi-mart for lucky number day (go #62!). When we weren’t tackling the open roads of Yakima, we spent our time baking cookies, playing cards, and watching some of our shows.
Another fun tradition Grandma and I had together was our Christmas Eve sleepovers! This was a tradition I looked forward to all year. After candlelight service at church and a crab dinner, we would scurry off to bed to listen for the sound of reindeer! Of course, we had to get our flashlights out in the middle of the night for a routine stocking check, even if this meant leading Dad to believe a possible burglary was taking place. We just couldn’t be stopped! The rest of the holiday was spent having fun with the whole family.
She was the greatest example of a beautiful woman in every way, showing generosity and grace without exception. How fortunate our family has been to have her and all the fond memories she left us with.

Sean Johnson

August 19, 2019

Grandma was my first and best babysitter. Her hugs and smiles as warm, sweet, and abundant as her cookies and pies. Her basement was a magic playground, a house, a pirate ship, a dark cave filled with mysterious artifacts, clues about the lives and interests of previous adventurers. The huge spruce tree in her backyard was a forest fortress carpeted with ash from an ancient explosion.

Grandma taught me essential life skills, like how to play cribbage, poker, blackjack, and Chutes and Ladders. How to cook scrambled eggs in the microwave (with salt and mustard, pause once to stir).

She tried to teach me even more “You kids really should learn to yodel.”

My parents didn’t dare to keep a candy jar, but Grandma did! And not only a candy jar, but a snickerdoodle jar, even a jar of homemade peanut brittle. Whenever I really wanted something for Christmas, I could count on Grandma to provide it, alongside piles of socks, ceramics and strange nic-nacs.

Her words of encouragement came in the form of references to pop culture from decades before I was born “Smile Luigi, you’re on candid camera!”

When we moved to another city, and when I went off to college and beyond, she kept in touch by faithfully sending silly greeting cards any time she could find an excuse. I could count on hearing from her every birthday, Easter, Halloween, and Valentine’s Day.

Grandma’s speech was sprinkled with old German phrases, with the songs and nursery rhymes of her childhood.

Hiccup, and she’d say “You’ve got the Schluckauf!”

When grandma started forgetting and becoming confused, she even had a German phrase for that, “So geht's, wenn man alt wird.” -- That’s the way it goes when you get old.

I remember visits to Grandma in the nursing home. She told jokes and laughed. Dementia took her memory, made her feel lost and scared. But her sense of humor and her love for her family were stronger than her disease. That’s what I remember about grandma.