FLOYD VERNON BERGESON

WATNE, BERGESON, HEGLAND, BUTIKOFER, NEUBAUER, BROWN, SCHLITTER

Posted By: Mary Durr (email)
Date: 11/20/2002 at 09:08:17

FLOYD VERNON BERGESON

Floyd Vernon Bergeson, son of Alfred and Martha Watne Bergeson was born June 27, 1912 at Fillmore County, Minnesota. He died February 14, 1980 at Crawford County, Wisconsin while fishing.

He was 67 years of age, baptized on July 28, 1912 at Fillmore County Lutheran Church and was confirmed at Eldorado Lutheran Church on September 26, 1926. On October 27, 1937 he was united in marriage to Marcella Hegland at Eldorado Lutheran Church. To this union, two children were born, Mrs. Don (Bonnie) Butikofer Neubauer, Cresco, and Larry Bergeson, Des Moines.

He worked in the Waucoma, IA, area and moved to Clermont in 1945 where he worked for Fayette County for 30 years. In 1975 he had a heart attack and retired.

He was preceded in death by his parents, Alfred and Martha Bergeson, and his sister Myrtle Bergeson. Survivors include his widow, Marcella; two children, Bonnie Neubauer and Larry Bergeson; eight grandchildren, Scott, Mike, Rand, Barbara, Rebecca Butikofer, Beth, Eric and Chris Bergeson; two step-grandchildren Todd Neubauer and Noel Brown; two great grandchildren, Tina and Aaron Butikofer; one sister, Mrs. Florence Schlitter; two brothers, Milford Bergeson and Lester Bergeson and many other relatives and friends.

Funeral services were Monday, Feb. 18, 1:30 p.m. at West Clermont Lutheran Church with Rev. Allan J. Stoa officiating.

Casketbearers were Milton Thomas, Vernon Meyer, John Halvorson, William Moellering, Lester Crain, Carl Lund.

Muchlethaler-Wright Funeral home was in charge of arrangements.

MY GRANDPA
My grandpa was a man I knew since I don't know when.
He'd take us all on fishing trips, then bring us home again.
We'd cast and sit and sit and cast for hours end on end,
Then with a pull, a tug I guess, the pole began to bend.
Then with a flop it fell from the hook, but never with dismay,
He'd smile at me and with a wink, "We"ll be back someday."
And as the years flew by and I grew up and aged with years,
It's times like that I remember most when fighting back the tears.
For it was you who taught me the important things; to bait a hook,
to walk with pride, to take the ups and downs in stride.
For to me you're not just anywhere, but in the place you had from the start.
A place reserved for you in my heart.
Your grandson, Mike.

Postville Herald newspaper clipping from my mother's obituary collection.