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In
Loving Memory
of
Theodor Kroner
1930-2000
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Memorial
Service
Sherwood
Park Alliance Church
Tuesday,
October 31, 2000
2:45pm
Officiating:
Pastor Al Andrus
Assisting:
Pastor Leighton Gust
Organist:
Mary Gust
Pianist:
Lorraine Schuld
Scripture/Prayer
Pastor Al Andrus
Hymn:
“Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee”
Eulogies:
Ed Tjostheim
Daryl Kroner
Poem:
Ken Kroner
Scripture
Reading:
Glen Tjostheim
Special
Music:
“He Hideth My Soul,”
Pastor Leighton Gust
Message:
Pastor Al Andrus
Closing
Hymn:
“O That Will Be Glory”
Closing
Prayer
Pastor Al Andrus
Pallbearers:
Doug Farrugia, Heinz Rueck, Bruce Robson,
Ed Tjostheim, Glen Tjostheim, Gordon Wenzel
Internment:
Glenwood Memorial Gardens
(prior to memorial service)
After the
memorial service, everyone is invited to have lunch in the atrium.
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A Portrait of Ted Kroner
A
twinkle in your eye, a gift of gab, a ready smile
Stories to tell, kindness to show
Endless energy and zest
Complete
lack of guile
A
heart for your country – you lived the dream
An immigrant’s gratitude, a citizen’s pride
A worker’s achievements
Loyalty,
discipline always seen
A
friend to all, a stranger to none
Shared time, shared passions
Always learning
Always
welcome, always warm
Grandpa—Papa—of
a brood
On the floor, playing, laughing
Young once again
We
promise, they will remember you
A
father of boys, a maker of men
Strength, humour, heartache
But always, love
Letting
go, united again
A
young woman’s knight, Irma’s love
Soulmates’ dreams realized
Life’s memories shared
First
one called above
Child
of God, a race well run
From living the Life to seeing your Friend
Being held by your Father
Hearing,
“Well done.”
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If
These Walls Could Speak
(reprinted
from Ted and Irma’s 40th wedding anniversary celebration,
August
30, 1998)
The house that Dad bought so many years ago to bring his bride home to
has a wonderful story to tell.
It tells the story of adventure, humour, faith, pain and joy.
It tells the story of a young German immigrant who came to Canada for a
better life and who found it in hard work and in a lovely young farm girl
named Irma.
It tells the story of a couple who lived their forty years together in
one place, and yet have seen the world.
It tells the story of very busy parents who had three babies in fifteen
months and lived to say, “It wasn’t that hard.”
It tells the story of unthinkable loss borne with unsinkable love and
grace.
It echoes the story of life’s seasons as it welcomes The World’s
Cutest Grandkids to play in the yard and sleep in the beds that once housed
their fathers.
If you visit Mom and Dad at home, you’ll get a short lesson in our
family’s history.
Dad can point out to you the thirty-foot trees that were once seedlings
we boys used to jump over.
You will see the backyard that he used to flood before work in the
winter so that we could play hockey after school.
You’ll see where Goldie, the dog we begged for but who was really Mom
and Dad’s, took them for walks.
You’ll see the garden, where Mom delights in watching her grandkids
pick strawberries.
Inside you’ll find Mom’s teacups that she has collected over the
years, each with a story, and each waiting to be used and chatted over.
You’ll see Dad’s “Ham Shack,” where, through the years, he has
developed friendships with people from around the globe.
You’ll find memorabilia from the many trips Mom and Dad have taken,
as well as photographs of places and people they love.
If you look at the immaculate, tastefully appointed rooms and observe
Mom and Dad’s ordered, peaceful life today, you’ll have difficulty
imagining a time when life in this house revolved around three active boys.
In the dining room, among wedding pictures of Daryl and Ken, you’ll
see a picture of Keith, and you might get a glimpse into the void in our
parents’ hearts. Life goes on
though, and joy comes in spite of sorrow, and now there are the grandchildren…
If you haven’t seen recent pictures of them, just ask Dad or Mom;
they will be more than willing to show you the photo gallery in the hall and
tell you all about Alexander, Michaela, Ryan, Sammy and “adopted”
granddaughter, Katelyn Farrugia.
Psalm 127, verse 1, says, “Unless the Lord builds the house, its
builders labour in vain.” Mom and Dad, it is clear to all of us here tonight that you
have not laboured in vain. Thanks
for keeping the faith and keeping the family.
We love you more than we can say.
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On
October 24, 2000, Theodor Kroner passed away at the age of 70 years.
Ted will be
sadly missed and fondly remembered by his loving wife of 42 years, Irma; two
sons, Daryl (Jennifer) of Hartington, Ontario and Ken (Jennifer) of San Rafael,
California; seven grandchildren, Alexander, Ryan, Michaela, Samuel, Rachel,
Amber and “adopted” granddaughter Katelyn Farrugia; one sister, Maria, of
Germany; and one brother, Eduard, of Germany.
He was predeceased by his son, Keith and his brother, Franz.
Joyful,
Joyful, We Adore Thee
Joyful,
joyful, we adore Thee,
God
of glory, Lord of love,
Hearts
unfold like flow’rs before Thee,
Hail
Thee as the sun above.
Melt
the clouds of sin and sadness,
Drive
the dark of doubt away,
Giver
of immortal gladness,
Fill
us with the light of day.
All
Thy works with joy surround Thee,
Earth
and heav’n reflect Thy rays,
Stars
and angels sing around Thee,
Centre
of unbroken praise,
Field
and forest, vale and mountain,
Bloss’ming
meadow, flashing sea,
Chanting
bird and flowing fountain
Call
us to rejoice in Thee.
Thou
are giving and forgiving,
Ever
blessing ever blest,
Well
spring of the joy of living,
Ocean
depth of happy rest!
Thou
the Father, Christ our Brother—
All
who live in love are Thine:
Teach
us how to love each other,
Lift
us to the joy divine.
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O
That Will Be Glory
When
all my labors and trials are o’er,
And
I am safe on that beautiful shore,
Just
to be near the dear Lord I adore,
Will
through the ages be glory for me.
O
that will be glory for me
Glory
for me, Glory for me
When
by his grace I shall look on his face
That
will be glory, glory for me.
When,
by the gift of His infinite grace,
I
am accorded in Heaven a place,
Just
to be there and to look on His face,
Will
through the ages be glory for me.
O
that will be glory for me
Glory
for me, Glory for me
When
by his grace I shall look on his face
That
will be glory, glory for me.
Friends
will be there I have loved long ago;
Joy
like a river around me will flow;
Yet,
just a smile from my Savior, I know,
Will
through the ages be glory for me.
O
that will be glory for me
Glory
for me, Glory for me
When
by his grace I shall look on his face
That
will be glory, glory for me.
