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Children of Herbert Fredrick and Cornelia Marie Rothove Wimmer not listed below are:
Daughter - PRIVATE - LIVING
Son - PRIVATE - LIVING
Son - PRIVATE - LIVING
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Eulogy for Connie Wimmer
My name is Christine Wimmer, I am Herb's wife and the Sister-in-Law of Chris and Janet. In these few minutes I want to tell of the life and times of
Antonine Cornelia Agnes Rothove Wimmer, or Connie, as she liked to be called.
In November of 1918 Connie was born in Saint Louis Missouri, the fifth child and second daughter of Charles Rothove and his wife Cornelia Feltrop Rothove. The family was supported by her father's Ice and Coal business . With her curly brown hair and green eyes, she was considered an easy child, happy in the corner with a bottle, happy among her siblings. Then in 1925 tragedy struck this family when Connie's mother contracted a rapid-fire form of Tuberculosis called the "Galloping Consumption", and within a week this mother of 7 died. With no relatives to help him on his side of the family, Charles resorted to parceling out his children with his wife's relatives on small farms in South Central Missouri. At that time Connie was welcomed into the home of a German speaking step-Grandmother, an elderly woman, not a blood relative, who was able to take in only one child. Suddenly torn from the warmth of a bustling family life, this little 7 year old learned to be independent and to deal with loneliness. It was a grace that her siblings attended the same small schoolhouse in Folk Missouri with her.
When she was about 13, her Dad gave up the business in St. Louis , and found work clearing land on an island in the Missouri River, and gathered the family back together for a number of years. It was during this time as a teenager that Connie met a young man with dark hair and blue eyes and fell in love. His name: Herb Wimmer – and it turned out that he was her third cousin! Did you ever wonder about those Wimmer kids?)
At 17 she left the Island for St. Louis once again and after a short stint as a Nanny, began working in a German Bakery. In 1939 she and Herb got married, and after Janet was born she still helped out in the store while the bakery owner became the babysitter.
It was 1942 when this little family trekked into Tennessee because Herb found work in an explosives plant. Then in 1943 he answered an ad for work at the Kaiser Shipyards in Richmond, and so began the California part of the rest of the story.
Richmond was burgeoning with young families, and Herb and Connie settled into a brand-new "cracker box" of a house on upper Ohio Avenue. In 1944 they welcomed their son John into the world, and the following year their second son Herb was born. In a world of stay at home Moms, on a block with 38 kids, a group of neighborhood women banded together to become the "Pullman Area Club", and they met monthly for over 40 years, creating a network of relationships nourished by annual picnics, trips to Reno, Canasta games, and generally good times. Connie was the last surviving member. Intensely social after her young life of loneliness, Connie could always be found working with some organization or group, and she continued that pattern until the end stages of her life. It was the YLI, the PTA, the Girl Scouts or countless contributions of participating that gave her joy. Church life and the interests of her husband and children drove the engine that produced a life devoted to God, family and community. The family was complete when Christopher Joseph Wimmer was born in 1952.
When Herb designed and built their home on Buena Vista Drive in Pinole in the mid-fifties, it was the beginning of the fulfillment of a dream for them. Both Herb and Connie were people of tremendous vitality, strength and vision. Herb always said that she was the glue that held the family together, and that was so true. Selflessly she opened the doors of that home as the gathering place for the memories that are so cherished today.
She worked at the Chevron Ortho Chemical plant and retired from there when she was 60 years old. She and Dad took many trips throughout this beautiful country after that, but they also drove many miles for San Pablo Meals on Wheels, serving as volunteers for eight years.
As a Senior citizen, Connie was active in the Pinole Senior Center, The St. Joseph YLI, the local AARP, and volunteered at the Pinole Police Department.
As time went by the family grew to include 9 grandchildren and 7 great-grands, and she loved them all equally and unequivocally, showing herself as good a grandmother as anyone could want.
She sorrowed over the loss of her son John in 1992. If he could speak today he would join us in applauding his mother as one who never tired of helping, supporting and loving him.
In 1995 she was widowed, and lived alone for 5 years, but in the year 2000 the door of 139 Buena Vista opened to welcome Janet and Tony, and they continued living there with her until the present time.
Though she had many surgeries throughout her 87 years (Dad always said she would never get fat because any time something went wrong with her they took another part out.) she never ever complained, and the watchwords were: It doesn't help to complain. She lived by these words after her two hip surgeries resulted in chronic pain and increased disability over the past 5 years. Whenever you visited you would get that Connie Wimmer smile that told you she was intensely happy to see you. Even in the face of increased dementia, she maintained a positive attitude and a graceful demeanor.
Her last illness was short. She was hospitalized for a few days and sent home, but suffered a stroke on April the 1st, and slept away peacefully in the early hours of April 10, 2006 – surrounded with those who loved her, safe at home. The positive person she was continued to emerge – the last few words she spoke were: Yeah and OK.
We are the recipients of a legacy from Mom Wimmer. Juliet, her Grand daughter in Hawaii says she learned from her that hard work never killed anybody, and to daily serve your family was a noble occupation.
She wasn't afraid of the future, she wasn't afraid to let her children be independent and try their wings, and she had nothing to fear at the end of a life well lived. She always said she was so glad she had "good kids" – but those kids know they are that way because of her influence her encouragement and her love. She will never be forgotten.
Thank you for joining us in honoring her today.
Children of Herbert Fredrick and Cornelia Marie Rothove Wimmer not listed below are:
Daughter - PRIVATE - LIVING
Son - PRIVATE - LIVING
Son - PRIVATE - LIVING
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Eulogy for Connie Wimmer
My name is Christine Wimmer, I am Herb's wife and the Sister-in-Law of Chris and Janet. In these few minutes I want to tell of the life and times of
Antonine Cornelia Agnes Rothove Wimmer, or Connie, as she liked to be called.
In November of 1918 Connie was born in Saint Louis Missouri, the fifth child and second daughter of Charles Rothove and his wife Cornelia Feltrop Rothove. The family was supported by her father's Ice and Coal business . With her curly brown hair and green eyes, she was considered an easy child, happy in the corner with a bottle, happy among her siblings. Then in 1925 tragedy struck this family when Connie's mother contracted a rapid-fire form of Tuberculosis called the "Galloping Consumption", and within a week this mother of 7 died. With no relatives to help him on his side of the family, Charles resorted to parceling out his children with his wife's relatives on small farms in South Central Missouri. At that time Connie was welcomed into the home of a German speaking step-Grandmother, an elderly woman, not a blood relative, who was able to take in only one child. Suddenly torn from the warmth of a bustling family life, this little 7 year old learned to be independent and to deal with loneliness. It was a grace that her siblings attended the same small schoolhouse in Folk Missouri with her.
When she was about 13, her Dad gave up the business in St. Louis , and found work clearing land on an island in the Missouri River, and gathered the family back together for a number of years. It was during this time as a teenager that Connie met a young man with dark hair and blue eyes and fell in love. His name: Herb Wimmer – and it turned out that he was her third cousin! Did you ever wonder about those Wimmer kids?)
At 17 she left the Island for St. Louis once again and after a short stint as a Nanny, began working in a German Bakery. In 1939 she and Herb got married, and after Janet was born she still helped out in the store while the bakery owner became the babysitter.
It was 1942 when this little family trekked into Tennessee because Herb found work in an explosives plant. Then in 1943 he answered an ad for work at the Kaiser Shipyards in Richmond, and so began the California part of the rest of the story.
Richmond was burgeoning with young families, and Herb and Connie settled into a brand-new "cracker box" of a house on upper Ohio Avenue. In 1944 they welcomed their son John into the world, and the following year their second son Herb was born. In a world of stay at home Moms, on a block with 38 kids, a group of neighborhood women banded together to become the "Pullman Area Club", and they met monthly for over 40 years, creating a network of relationships nourished by annual picnics, trips to Reno, Canasta games, and generally good times. Connie was the last surviving member. Intensely social after her young life of loneliness, Connie could always be found working with some organization or group, and she continued that pattern until the end stages of her life. It was the YLI, the PTA, the Girl Scouts or countless contributions of participating that gave her joy. Church life and the interests of her husband and children drove the engine that produced a life devoted to God, family and community. The family was complete when Christopher Joseph Wimmer was born in 1952.
When Herb designed and built their home on Buena Vista Drive in Pinole in the mid-fifties, it was the beginning of the fulfillment of a dream for them. Both Herb and Connie were people of tremendous vitality, strength and vision. Herb always said that she was the glue that held the family together, and that was so true. Selflessly she opened the doors of that home as the gathering place for the memories that are so cherished today.
She worked at the Chevron Ortho Chemical plant and retired from there when she was 60 years old. She and Dad took many trips throughout this beautiful country after that, but they also drove many miles for San Pablo Meals on Wheels, serving as volunteers for eight years.
As a Senior citizen, Connie was active in the Pinole Senior Center, The St. Joseph YLI, the local AARP, and volunteered at the Pinole Police Department.
As time went by the family grew to include 9 grandchildren and 7 great-grands, and she loved them all equally and unequivocally, showing herself as good a grandmother as anyone could want.
She sorrowed over the loss of her son John in 1992. If he could speak today he would join us in applauding his mother as one who never tired of helping, supporting and loving him.
In 1995 she was widowed, and lived alone for 5 years, but in the year 2000 the door of 139 Buena Vista opened to welcome Janet and Tony, and they continued living there with her until the present time.
Though she had many surgeries throughout her 87 years (Dad always said she would never get fat because any time something went wrong with her they took another part out.) she never ever complained, and the watchwords were: It doesn't help to complain. She lived by these words after her two hip surgeries resulted in chronic pain and increased disability over the past 5 years. Whenever you visited you would get that Connie Wimmer smile that told you she was intensely happy to see you. Even in the face of increased dementia, she maintained a positive attitude and a graceful demeanor.
Her last illness was short. She was hospitalized for a few days and sent home, but suffered a stroke on April the 1st, and slept away peacefully in the early hours of April 10, 2006 – surrounded with those who loved her, safe at home. The positive person she was continued to emerge – the last few words she spoke were: Yeah and OK.
We are the recipients of a legacy from Mom Wimmer. Juliet, her Grand daughter in Hawaii says she learned from her that hard work never killed anybody, and to daily serve your family was a noble occupation.
She wasn't afraid of the future, she wasn't afraid to let her children be independent and try their wings, and she had nothing to fear at the end of a life well lived. She always said she was so glad she had "good kids" – but those kids know they are that way because of her influence her encouragement and her love. She will never be forgotten.
Thank you for joining us in honoring her today.
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Children of Herbert Fredrick and Cornelia Marie Rothove Wimmer not listed below are:
Daughter - PRIVATE - LIVING
Son - PRIVATE - LIVING
Son - PRIVATE - LIVING
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Eulogy for Connie Wimmer
My name is Christine Wimmer, I am Herb's wife and the Sister-in-Law of Chris and Janet. In these few minutes I want to tell of the life and times of
Antonine Cornelia Agnes Rothove Wimmer, or Connie, as she liked to be called.
In November of 1918 Connie was born in Saint Louis Missouri, the fifth child and second daughter of Charles Rothove and his wife Cornelia Feltrop Rothove. The family was supported by her father's Ice and Coal business . With her curly brown hair and green eyes, she was considered an easy child, happy in the corner with a bottle, happy among her siblings. Then in 1925 tragedy struck this family when Connie's mother contracted a rapid-fire form of Tuberculosis called the "Galloping Consumption", and within a week this mother of 7 died. With no relatives to help him on his side of the family, Charles resorted to parceling out his children with his wife's relatives on small farms in South Central Missouri. At that time Connie was welcomed into the home of a German speaking step-Grandmother, an elderly woman, not a blood relative, who was able to take in only one child. Suddenly torn from the warmth of a bustling family life, this little 7 year old learned to be independent and to deal with loneliness. It was a grace that her siblings attended the same small schoolhouse in Folk Missouri with her.
When she was about 13, her Dad gave up the business in St. Louis , and found work clearing land on an island in the Missouri River, and gathered the family back together for a number of years. It was during this time as a teenager that Connie met a young man with dark hair and blue eyes and fell in love. His name: Herb Wimmer – and it turned out that he was her third cousin! Did you ever wonder about those Wimmer kids?)
At 17 she left the Island for St. Louis once again and after a short stint as a Nanny, began working in a German Bakery. In 1939 she and Herb got married, and after Janet was born she still helped out in the store while the bakery owner became the babysitter.
It was 1942 when this little family trekked into Tennessee because Herb found work in an explosives plant. Then in 1943 he answered an ad for work at the Kaiser Shipyards in Richmond, and so began the California part of the rest of the story.
Richmond was burgeoning with young families, and Herb and Connie settled into a brand-new "cracker box" of a house on upper Ohio Avenue. In 1944 they welcomed their son John into the world, and the following year their second son Herb was born. In a world of stay at home Moms, on a block with 38 kids, a group of neighborhood women banded together to become the "Pullman Area Club", and they met monthly for over 40 years, creating a network of relationships nourished by annual picnics, trips to Reno, Canasta games, and generally good times. Connie was the last surviving member. Intensely social after her young life of loneliness, Connie could always be found working with some organization or group, and she continued that pattern until the end stages of her life. It was the YLI, the PTA, the Girl Scouts or countless contributions of participating that gave her joy. Church life and the interests of her husband and children drove the engine that produced a life devoted to God, family and community. The family was complete when Christopher Joseph Wimmer was born in 1952.
When Herb designed and built their home on Buena Vista Drive in Pinole in the mid-fifties, it was the beginning of the fulfillment of a dream for them. Both Herb and Connie were people of tremendous vitality, strength and vision. Herb always said that she was the glue that held the family together, and that was so true. Selflessly she opened the doors of that home as the gathering place for the memories that are so cherished today.
She worked at the Chevron Ortho Chemical plant and retired from there when she was 60 years old. She and Dad took many trips throughout this beautiful country after that, but they also drove many miles for San Pablo Meals on Wheels, serving as volunteers for eight years.
As a Senior citizen, Connie was active in the Pinole Senior Center, The St. Joseph YLI, the local AARP, and volunteered at the Pinole Police Department.
As time went by the family grew to include 9 grandchildren and 7 great-grands, and she loved them all equally and unequivocally, showing herself as good a grandmother as anyone could want.
She sorrowed over the loss of her son John in 1992. If he could speak today he would join us in applauding his mother as one who never tired of helping, supporting and loving him.
In 1995 she was widowed, and lived alone for 5 years, but in the year 2000 the door of 139 Buena Vista opened to welcome Janet and Tony, and they continued living there with her until the present time.
Though she had many surgeries throughout her 87 years (Dad always said she would never get fat because any time something went wrong with her they took another part out.) she never ever complained, and the watchwords were: It doesn't help to complain. She lived by these words after her two hip surgeries resulted in chronic pain and increased disability over the past 5 years. Whenever you visited you would get that Connie Wimmer smile that told you she was intensely happy to see you. Even in the face of increased dementia, she maintained a positive attitude and a graceful demeanor.
Her last illness was short. She was hospitalized for a few days and sent home, but suffered a stroke on April the 1st, and slept away peacefully in the early hours of April 10, 2006 – surrounded with those who loved her, safe at home. The positive person she was continued to emerge – the last few words she spoke were: Yeah and OK.
We are the recipients of a legacy from Mom Wimmer. Juliet, her Grand daughter in Hawaii says she learned from her that hard work never killed anybody, and to daily serve your family was a noble occupation.
She wasn't afraid of the future, she wasn't afraid to let her children be independent and try their wings, and she had nothing to fear at the end of a life well lived. She always said she was so glad she had "good kids" – but those kids know they are that way because of her influence her encouragement and her love. She will never be forgotten.
Thank you for joining us in honoring her today.
Children of Herbert Fredrick and Cornelia Marie Rothove Wimmer not listed below are:
Daughter - PRIVATE - LIVING
Son - PRIVATE - LIVING
Son - PRIVATE - LIVING
===========================================================
Eulogy for Connie Wimmer
My name is Christine Wimmer, I am Herb's wife and the Sister-in-Law of Chris and Janet. In these few minutes I want to tell of the life and times of
Antonine Cornelia Agnes Rothove Wimmer, or Connie, as she liked to be called.
In November of 1918 Connie was born in Saint Louis Missouri, the fifth child and second daughter of Charles Rothove and his wife Cornelia Feltrop Rothove. The family was supported by her father's Ice and Coal business . With her curly brown hair and green eyes, she was considered an easy child, happy in the corner with a bottle, happy among her siblings. Then in 1925 tragedy struck this family when Connie's mother contracted a rapid-fire form of Tuberculosis called the "Galloping Consumption", and within a week this mother of 7 died. With no relatives to help him on his side of the family, Charles resorted to parceling out his children with his wife's relatives on small farms in South Central Missouri. At that time Connie was welcomed into the home of a German speaking step-Grandmother, an elderly woman, not a blood relative, who was able to take in only one child. Suddenly torn from the warmth of a bustling family life, this little 7 year old learned to be independent and to deal with loneliness. It was a grace that her siblings attended the same small schoolhouse in Folk Missouri with her.
When she was about 13, her Dad gave up the business in St. Louis , and found work clearing land on an island in the Missouri River, and gathered the family back together for a number of years. It was during this time as a teenager that Connie met a young man with dark hair and blue eyes and fell in love. His name: Herb Wimmer – and it turned out that he was her third cousin! Did you ever wonder about those Wimmer kids?)
At 17 she left the Island for St. Louis once again and after a short stint as a Nanny, began working in a German Bakery. In 1939 she and Herb got married, and after Janet was born she still helped out in the store while the bakery owner became the babysitter.
It was 1942 when this little family trekked into Tennessee because Herb found work in an explosives plant. Then in 1943 he answered an ad for work at the Kaiser Shipyards in Richmond, and so began the California part of the rest of the story.
Richmond was burgeoning with young families, and Herb and Connie settled into a brand-new "cracker box" of a house on upper Ohio Avenue. In 1944 they welcomed their son John into the world, and the following year their second son Herb was born. In a world of stay at home Moms, on a block with 38 kids, a group of neighborhood women banded together to become the "Pullman Area Club", and they met monthly for over 40 years, creating a network of relationships nourished by annual picnics, trips to Reno, Canasta games, and generally good times. Connie was the last surviving member. Intensely social after her young life of loneliness, Connie could always be found working with some organization or group, and she continued that pattern until the end stages of her life. It was the YLI, the PTA, the Girl Scouts or countless contributions of participating that gave her joy. Church life and the interests of her husband and children drove the engine that produced a life devoted to God, family and community. The family was complete when Christopher Joseph Wimmer was born in 1952.
When Herb designed and built their home on Buena Vista Drive in Pinole in the mid-fifties, it was the beginning of the fulfillment of a dream for them. Both Herb and Connie were people of tremendous vitality, strength and vision. Herb always said that she was the glue that held the family together, and that was so true. Selflessly she opened the doors of that home as the gathering place for the memories that are so cherished today.
She worked at the Chevron Ortho Chemical plant and retired from there when she was 60 years old. She and Dad took many trips throughout this beautiful country after that, but they also drove many miles for San Pablo Meals on Wheels, serving as volunteers for eight years.
As a Senior citizen, Connie was active in the Pinole Senior Center, The St. Joseph YLI, the local AARP, and volunteered at the Pinole Police Department.
As time went by the family grew to include 9 grandchildren and 7 great-grands, and she loved them all equally and unequivocally, showing herself as good a grandmother as anyone could want.
She sorrowed over the loss of her son John in 1992. If he could speak today he would join us in applauding his mother as one who never tired of helping, supporting and loving him.
In 1995 she was widowed, and lived alone for 5 years, but in the year 2000 the door of 139 Buena Vista opened to welcome Janet and Tony, and they continued living there with her until the present time.
Though she had many surgeries throughout her 87 years (Dad always said she would never get fat because any time something went wrong with her they took another part out.) she never ever complained, and the watchwords were: It doesn't help to complain. She lived by these words after her two hip surgeries resulted in chronic pain and increased disability over the past 5 years. Whenever you visited you would get that Connie Wimmer smile that told you she was intensely happy to see you. Even in the face of increased dementia, she maintained a positive attitude and a graceful demeanor.
Her last illness was short. She was hospitalized for a few days and sent home, but suffered a stroke on April the 1st, and slept away peacefully in the early hours of April 10, 2006 – surrounded with those who loved her, safe at home. The positive person she was continued to emerge – the last few words she spoke were: Yeah and OK.
We are the recipients of a legacy from Mom Wimmer. Juliet, her Grand daughter in Hawaii says she learned from her that hard work never killed anybody, and to daily serve your family was a noble occupation.
She wasn't afraid of the future, she wasn't afraid to let her children be independent and try their wings, and she had nothing to fear at the end of a life well lived. She always said she was so glad she had "good kids" – but those kids know they are that way because of her influence her encouragement and her love. She will never be forgotten.
Thank you for joining us in honoring her today.
