Charles Kenneth “Kenny” Bottolfsen

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Charles Kenneth “Kenny” Bottolfsen

Birth
Hartington, Cedar County, Nebraska, USA
Death
30 Sep 1985 (aged 76)
Norfolk, Madison County, Nebraska, USA
Burial
Hartington, Cedar County, Nebraska, USA Add to Map
Plot
Block 4 Lot 7
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Charles Kenneth was most probably named after his maternal Grandfather Charles Simon Gearhart.

Charles Kenneth Bottolfsen was the son of Magnus and Bertha(Gearhart) Bottolfsen. He was baptized Sept 5, 1909, and confirmed April 19, 1925 at Paragon Lutheran Church. He married Esther Klanderud at Our Saviors Lutheran Church Obert, Nebraska on May 22, 1937. Kenny, as he was known, was the father of 3 boys and 2 girls. Kenny was a farmer all his life except for a short while during the depression when he worked at various jobs in San Francisco and the bay area of CA. In 1930 he was working at Bode Iowa on the farm for Albert Kinseth, he is shown on the 1930 Humbolt Co Census age 20. The Kinseth family were cousins by marriage of Lottie Loeng Petterson to Andrew Kinseth.
He died in Norfolk, Nebraska at Faith Lutheran Hospital of an abdominal aneurism and was buried on Oct 2, 1985 from Trinity Lutheran Church Hartington, Nebraska, Pastor Keith S. Holste officiating.

Shut the Gate
For this one farmer the worries are over, lie down and rest your head,
Your time has been and struggles enough, put the tractor in the shed.
Years were not easy, many downright hard, but your faith in God transcended,
Put away your tools and sleep in peace. The fences have all been mended.
You raised a fine family, worked the land well and always followed the Son,
Hang up your shovel inside of the barn; your work here on earth is done.
A faith few possess led your journey through life, often a jagged and stony way,
The sun is setting, the cattle are all bedded, and here now is the end of your day.
Your love of God’s soil has passed on to your kin; the stories flow like fine wine,
Wash off your work boots in the puddle left by blessed rain one final time.
You always believed that the good Lord would provide and He always had somehow,
Take off your gloves and put them down, no more sweat and worry for you now.
Your labor is done, your home now is heaven; no more must you wait,
Your legacy lives on, your love of the land, and we will shut the gate.


Grandchildren deaths:
David
Gail
Charles Kenneth was most probably named after his maternal Grandfather Charles Simon Gearhart.

Charles Kenneth Bottolfsen was the son of Magnus and Bertha(Gearhart) Bottolfsen. He was baptized Sept 5, 1909, and confirmed April 19, 1925 at Paragon Lutheran Church. He married Esther Klanderud at Our Saviors Lutheran Church Obert, Nebraska on May 22, 1937. Kenny, as he was known, was the father of 3 boys and 2 girls. Kenny was a farmer all his life except for a short while during the depression when he worked at various jobs in San Francisco and the bay area of CA. In 1930 he was working at Bode Iowa on the farm for Albert Kinseth, he is shown on the 1930 Humbolt Co Census age 20. The Kinseth family were cousins by marriage of Lottie Loeng Petterson to Andrew Kinseth.
He died in Norfolk, Nebraska at Faith Lutheran Hospital of an abdominal aneurism and was buried on Oct 2, 1985 from Trinity Lutheran Church Hartington, Nebraska, Pastor Keith S. Holste officiating.

Shut the Gate
For this one farmer the worries are over, lie down and rest your head,
Your time has been and struggles enough, put the tractor in the shed.
Years were not easy, many downright hard, but your faith in God transcended,
Put away your tools and sleep in peace. The fences have all been mended.
You raised a fine family, worked the land well and always followed the Son,
Hang up your shovel inside of the barn; your work here on earth is done.
A faith few possess led your journey through life, often a jagged and stony way,
The sun is setting, the cattle are all bedded, and here now is the end of your day.
Your love of God’s soil has passed on to your kin; the stories flow like fine wine,
Wash off your work boots in the puddle left by blessed rain one final time.
You always believed that the good Lord would provide and He always had somehow,
Take off your gloves and put them down, no more sweat and worry for you now.
Your labor is done, your home now is heaven; no more must you wait,
Your legacy lives on, your love of the land, and we will shut the gate.


Grandchildren deaths:
David
Gail