Farming Rural 06

Ruth Wuthrich

February 2, 1928 ~ August 21, 2020 (age 92)

Obituary

 

 

                 Remembering Mom with Love                   

 

Four score and twelve years have flown,

since Chris and Frieda had their own.

little Ruth to hold and see

and helped her grow up to be

a mother that’s number one,

whom we all love, for what she’s done.

 

Beauty graced this brown eyed girl,

One look sent Otto’s heart awhirl.

Soon he asked to take her hands,

Shared his dream of distant lands.

A family big, he had in mind.

More spacious land, they’d have to find.

 

From Switzerland they headed west,

Just newly wed and full of zest.

Belongings were sent, there wasn’t many.

Off to Canada with lands a plenty.

With a few Swiss francs and lots of time

two dreamers headed out in forty nine.

 

They headed north they headed west.

In Fort St. John they came to rest.

There was land up here and work to boot

time to settle down and make some loot.

Milk the cows, cook for the crew

for a hundred bucks between the two.

 

The winters cold, the walls so thin

Christmas came they sang a hymn.

It made them cry to sing in Swiss

The bells and friends we sure do miss.

Thoughts of quiti’n through this grieving

But Ruth was strong, said “we’re not leaving”

 

Cold nights, hard times, they just pulled together,

Might as well cuddle can’t change the weather.

And by God’s grace, healthy children were granted

and settled the fears, that were earlier planted.

Six children later, to Otto she said

“it’s time you stay on your side of the bed”

 

There were roots to pick, hogs to slop

Meals to cook and wood to chop.

Cows to milk, diapers to change

Gardens to tend, home on the range.

Hardships to face, payments to fear

but mom had the spirit of a true pioneer.

 

No shortage of work, for Otto and Ruth

Yet they took time to teach us the truth.

The world has riches and you will have a bit

Remember naked you came in and naked you will leave it

A generous heart you can afford

For you’ll never out give the Lord.

and count your blessings, name them one by one.

It will surprise you, what the Lord has done.

 

We sure appreciate our upbringing

and can still recall your discipline stinging.

Sometimes a willow branch needed fetchi’n

A bonk on the head sure got our attention

and when we got too big, like Danny

Your point got across with a pin in the fanny.

 

Off to church and out the door

To be on time was quite a chore.

While on the way, Mom turned and checked

for dirty faces and hair erect

and if you were messy, she used her spit

to help and spruce you up a bit.

 

Memories of fresh bread on a Saturday night

Of Strawberry shortcakes, twas a birthday delite.

Picki’n berries till we thought we’d die

but no one complained eating Saskatoon pie.

Liver and spinach you all need a taste

and Mom made sure there was no waste.

 

To bee or not to bee, wasn’t a question

She extracted more honey than we care to mention.

and those bees need flowers to do what they do.

Between Ruth and her sister they planted a few.

The place was abuzz when it was sunny.

Sticky and sweet when spinning the honey.

With lots of milk and honey in hand,

 they were glad they came to the Promised land.

 

God does mighty things through the hands of a mother

She shapes your future like none other.

Her acts of kindness, her gentle touch

words of encouragement that means so much.

Her faith by example, her prayers that were given

change lives, long after she’s taken to heaven.

 

Four score and twelve years have now flown

Since the Hofer’s had their own.

Little Ruth to hold and see

and helped her grow up to be

a strong branch in the family tree

times of waiting will soon be past

than we can join her in heaven at last.

                                                                                        To my loving mother, Ruth Wuthrich, who went home to Jesus August 21, 2020                                                                                  With love, Your son Martin

 

My Travels


My last earthly travel
Was in a motor home, they say
With many children cheering
I finally made my way
To a place of great comfort
I watched the views with a sigh
Then Floyd gave me his bed
And we sang the sweet bye and bye


Thank you for coming
The family heard me say
I love you, God is good
Yodelle ee oo
I’m not feeling hungry
But on second thought
Those saskatoons and wild blueberries
They will surely hit the spot


Thank you for coming, the family heard me say
I love you, God is good
Yodelle ee oo
I’d sure like to go, to heaven real soon
But right now I cherish
This time with all of you


Well today I landed on new soil
Not soil that dear Otto and I will toil
The soil beneath it is crimson red
It speaks to me
This is what it said
Crimson I am
Reflecting the Son
A sacrifice like no other one
Once and for all
The price it was paid
Grace was given
Erasing fear, death and pain


Oh come to the harvest
Says a voice that I know
See the lives you’ve touched
Oh come let us go
Let us stroll through the garden
Like we did once below
Tasting the goodness
Of all that has grown


Let us worship together
Let us sit at His feet
Ruth, please let me show you
There’s so many to greet
We are loved like no other
No shame dwells up here
Come let us walk together
My Ruth and my dear


Oh the Grace that was given
Raised us up from the dead
See all our loved ones
Because the blood that was shed
And the soil it is crimson
It speaks of the price
Far higher, far greater
No need to pay twice


I’ve longed to hold your hand
Now forever it’ll be
For you, my dear Ruth
Jesus brought back to me
See all those whom we fed
On our table below
Now they dine at this table
For Christ saved their souls


Then I heard Jesus say
Look here’s the one
Arrived just today
Flown in by her son
She planted and toiled
Fed multitudes below
Ruth the harvest is here
See it overflow


You planted and watered
I sent the sun and the rain
Now enter the harvest
Your toil was not in vain
There’s not a weed in sight
So glad you took the flight
To come here and join us
Where all things are made right!


With many a cheering
You finally made your way
To a place of great comfort
Then I heard them say…
Words that were written
Words that brought life
Christ tore the veil
Destroyed death, pain and strife


Let us dance together
Let us sing all the days
Welcome to heaven
You’ve come a long way
You’ve always had room
At your table below
Now there’s room at my table
Look at all whom you know


Oh come won’t you join us
Sang the chorus above
Receive the Grace freely given
From the One whom we love
The Grace that was given
Raised us up from the dead
See all our loved ones
Because the blood that was shed


Crimson I am
Reflecting the Son
Today I landed on new soil


To my loving Mother, Ruth Wuthrich,
who went to be with Jesus Aug. 21, 2020.


With love, your daughter Joyce

                                                                                                                                                                                   

If so desired in Memory of Ruth expressions of sympathy by way of a donation could be made to Canadian Lutheran Bible School (CLBS), or the Peace Lutheran Church, or New Day in the Peace Ministries.  

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