Hedwig Helena Neufeld was the daughter of Jacob Henry Neufeld and Helena Reimer. She was born on a farm outside of Goessel Kansas.
She married Arthur Kenneth Schmidt on April 5, 1934 at Tabor Mennonite Church in Marion County, Kansas. They spent most of their married life in Newton, Kansas. They were blessed with two sons. They also opened their home and hearts to Hedwig's niece when her home was unstable and she needed a place to live. They wanted to adopt her and make the situation permanent but that was not to be.
Aunt Hedwig had the sweetest smile. She spoke with a German accent and I never heard her raise her voice. Going to visit Aunt Hedwig and Uncle Art meant you knew going in that you would be fed, no matter what time of day. Family gatherings meant there would be zwieback rolls and peppernuts for certain. Nieces and nephews would tease each other when they got caught with yet another hand full of peppernuts. And Aunt Hedwig would just smile. There was love in that home that was almost palpable, a quietness that seeped into you like a hug.
When Uncle Art died we thought it wouldn't be long before she followed. She was so lost without him. She developed Alzheimer's and we lost her before she finally died peacefully in her sleep. She was a blessing to us and I imagine that Heaven isn't too much different than the home she had made on earth.
She married Arthur Kenneth Schmidt on April 5, 1934 at Tabor Mennonite Church in Marion County, Kansas. They spent most of their married life in Newton, Kansas. They were blessed with two sons. They also opened their home and hearts to Hedwig's niece when her home was unstable and she needed a place to live. They wanted to adopt her and make the situation permanent but that was not to be.
Aunt Hedwig had the sweetest smile. She spoke with a German accent and I never heard her raise her voice. Going to visit Aunt Hedwig and Uncle Art meant you knew going in that you would be fed, no matter what time of day. Family gatherings meant there would be zwieback rolls and peppernuts for certain. Nieces and nephews would tease each other when they got caught with yet another hand full of peppernuts. And Aunt Hedwig would just smile. There was love in that home that was almost palpable, a quietness that seeped into you like a hug.
When Uncle Art died we thought it wouldn't be long before she followed. She was so lost without him. She developed Alzheimer's and we lost her before she finally died peacefully in her sleep. She was a blessing to us and I imagine that Heaven isn't too much different than the home she had made on earth.
Hedwig Helena Neufeld was the daughter of Jacob Henry Neufeld and Helena Reimer. She was born on a farm outside of Goessel Kansas.
She married Arthur Kenneth Schmidt on April 5, 1934 at Tabor Mennonite Church in Marion County, Kansas. They spent most of their married life in Newton, Kansas. They were blessed with two sons. They also opened their home and hearts to Hedwig's niece when her home was unstable and she needed a place to live. They wanted to adopt her and make the situation permanent but that was not to be.
Aunt Hedwig had the sweetest smile. She spoke with a German accent and I never heard her raise her voice. Going to visit Aunt Hedwig and Uncle Art meant you knew going in that you would be fed, no matter what time of day. Family gatherings meant there would be zwieback rolls and peppernuts for certain. Nieces and nephews would tease each other when they got caught with yet another hand full of peppernuts. And Aunt Hedwig would just smile. There was love in that home that was almost palpable, a quietness that seeped into you like a hug.
When Uncle Art died we thought it wouldn't be long before she followed. She was so lost without him. She developed Alzheimer's and we lost her before she finally died peacefully in her sleep. She was a blessing to us and I imagine that Heaven isn't too much different than the home she had made on earth.
She married Arthur Kenneth Schmidt on April 5, 1934 at Tabor Mennonite Church in Marion County, Kansas. They spent most of their married life in Newton, Kansas. They were blessed with two sons. They also opened their home and hearts to Hedwig's niece when her home was unstable and she needed a place to live. They wanted to adopt her and make the situation permanent but that was not to be.
Aunt Hedwig had the sweetest smile. She spoke with a German accent and I never heard her raise her voice. Going to visit Aunt Hedwig and Uncle Art meant you knew going in that you would be fed, no matter what time of day. Family gatherings meant there would be zwieback rolls and peppernuts for certain. Nieces and nephews would tease each other when they got caught with yet another hand full of peppernuts. And Aunt Hedwig would just smile. There was love in that home that was almost palpable, a quietness that seeped into you like a hug.
When Uncle Art died we thought it wouldn't be long before she followed. She was so lost without him. She developed Alzheimer's and we lost her before she finally died peacefully in her sleep. She was a blessing to us and I imagine that Heaven isn't too much different than the home she had made on earth.
