Eathel Waltman
Eathel Pauline "Pat" Waltman, nee Malone, 97, of Belleville, Ill., born Friday, April 6, 1917, in East St. Louis, Ill., died Sunday, May 4, 2014, at Memorial Hospital, Belleville, Ill.
Pat was a meat cutter for "Y" Meat Company for 25 years, a member of Local 504 meat cutters, and senior PSOP.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Harry F. Waltman; a son, David L. Waltman, and her parents, Paul and Eva, nee Wiggins, Malone.
Surviving are her daughter-in-law, Joyce Dodd of Belleville, Ill.; grandchildren, Patricia Ann Waltman of Alton, Ill., Linda Waltman of Collinsville, Ill., and Donald J. (Robin Michelle) Cullon Jr. of Lebanon, Mo.; and four great-grandchildren.
Condolences may be expressed to the family at www.kurrusfh.com
Funeral: Graveside services will be held at 10 a.m. Wednesday, May 7, 2014, at Mount Hope Cemetery, Belleville, Ill.
KURRUS FUNERAL HOME, Belleville, Ill.
Published in Belleville News-Democrat on May 6, 2014
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Pat and her husband Harry built their own home in East Saint Louis, Illinois, not far from her mother's house, something that she was very proud of and an experience that helped out when they got into the meat business with no clue of what they were in for.
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Pat's brother Paul was a Basic Flight Instructor at Independence Army Airfield, Kansas during WWII. During one visit to the base she and her mother were each treated to a flight in one of his PT-19 flight trainers. Their mother was treated with great respect and every effort was made to not cause her undue anxiety. It was a very scenic flight of the countryside, with gentle turns, ascents and descents.
When Pat's turn came, Paul made sure that the radio to the control tower was left open. Her flight started just like her mother's, but then Paul suddenly dove for the ground, flew under some telephone lines and pulled up and skimmed over the tree tops for a while. Then it was time for a sharp climb to create room for a snap roll and loop de loop and other aerobatics, before diving for the river and flying under a bridge. All this time Pat was cussing Paul a blue streak and his friends inside the tower were beside themselves, howling with laughter.
Once they landed and taxied to the hangar Paul's two buddies walked up to the plane. Pat was still cussing out her brother as the plane rolled to a stop. She was mad as a hornet. Once on the ground Paul introduced her to his friends. She said 'Hi' and one of 'em said "Howdy, Sarge!" She was a bit taken back by the greeting, so she asked "Why are you calling me Sarge?" The reply was "We figured you had to be a Sergeant, because Paul's first sergeant is the only other person that we've ever heard cuss him out like that." They all laughed, though Pat was still upset.
After she had time to cool down, Paul apologized. But he told her that for most people there aren't that many memorable experiences in a lifetime, and she just had one she'd never forget. At that point she was very glad that he had terrorized her so unmercifully.
Eathel Pauline "Pat" Waltman, nee Malone, 97, of Belleville, Ill., born Friday, April 6, 1917, in East St. Louis, Ill., died Sunday, May 4, 2014, at Memorial Hospital, Belleville, Ill.
Pat was a meat cutter for "Y" Meat Company for 25 years, a member of Local 504 meat cutters, and senior PSOP.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Harry F. Waltman; a son, David L. Waltman, and her parents, Paul and Eva, nee Wiggins, Malone.
Surviving are her daughter-in-law, Joyce Dodd of Belleville, Ill.; grandchildren, Patricia Ann Waltman of Alton, Ill., Linda Waltman of Collinsville, Ill., and Donald J. (Robin Michelle) Cullon Jr. of Lebanon, Mo.; and four great-grandchildren.
Condolences may be expressed to the family at www.kurrusfh.com
Funeral: Graveside services will be held at 10 a.m. Wednesday, May 7, 2014, at Mount Hope Cemetery, Belleville, Ill.
KURRUS FUNERAL HOME, Belleville, Ill.
Published in Belleville News-Democrat on May 6, 2014
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Pat and her husband Harry built their own home in East Saint Louis, Illinois, not far from her mother's house, something that she was very proud of and an experience that helped out when they got into the meat business with no clue of what they were in for.
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Pat's brother Paul was a Basic Flight Instructor at Independence Army Airfield, Kansas during WWII. During one visit to the base she and her mother were each treated to a flight in one of his PT-19 flight trainers. Their mother was treated with great respect and every effort was made to not cause her undue anxiety. It was a very scenic flight of the countryside, with gentle turns, ascents and descents.
When Pat's turn came, Paul made sure that the radio to the control tower was left open. Her flight started just like her mother's, but then Paul suddenly dove for the ground, flew under some telephone lines and pulled up and skimmed over the tree tops for a while. Then it was time for a sharp climb to create room for a snap roll and loop de loop and other aerobatics, before diving for the river and flying under a bridge. All this time Pat was cussing Paul a blue streak and his friends inside the tower were beside themselves, howling with laughter.
Once they landed and taxied to the hangar Paul's two buddies walked up to the plane. Pat was still cussing out her brother as the plane rolled to a stop. She was mad as a hornet. Once on the ground Paul introduced her to his friends. She said 'Hi' and one of 'em said "Howdy, Sarge!" She was a bit taken back by the greeting, so she asked "Why are you calling me Sarge?" The reply was "We figured you had to be a Sergeant, because Paul's first sergeant is the only other person that we've ever heard cuss him out like that." They all laughed, though Pat was still upset.
After she had time to cool down, Paul apologized. But he told her that for most people there aren't that many memorable experiences in a lifetime, and she just had one she'd never forget. At that point she was very glad that he had terrorized her so unmercifully.
Eathel Waltman
Eathel Pauline "Pat" Waltman, nee Malone, 97, of Belleville, Ill., born Friday, April 6, 1917, in East St. Louis, Ill., died Sunday, May 4, 2014, at Memorial Hospital, Belleville, Ill.
Pat was a meat cutter for "Y" Meat Company for 25 years, a member of Local 504 meat cutters, and senior PSOP.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Harry F. Waltman; a son, David L. Waltman, and her parents, Paul and Eva, nee Wiggins, Malone.
Surviving are her daughter-in-law, Joyce Dodd of Belleville, Ill.; grandchildren, Patricia Ann Waltman of Alton, Ill., Linda Waltman of Collinsville, Ill., and Donald J. (Robin Michelle) Cullon Jr. of Lebanon, Mo.; and four great-grandchildren.
Condolences may be expressed to the family at www.kurrusfh.com
Funeral: Graveside services will be held at 10 a.m. Wednesday, May 7, 2014, at Mount Hope Cemetery, Belleville, Ill.
KURRUS FUNERAL HOME, Belleville, Ill.
Published in Belleville News-Democrat on May 6, 2014
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Pat and her husband Harry built their own home in East Saint Louis, Illinois, not far from her mother's house, something that she was very proud of and an experience that helped out when they got into the meat business with no clue of what they were in for.
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Pat's brother Paul was a Basic Flight Instructor at Independence Army Airfield, Kansas during WWII. During one visit to the base she and her mother were each treated to a flight in one of his PT-19 flight trainers. Their mother was treated with great respect and every effort was made to not cause her undue anxiety. It was a very scenic flight of the countryside, with gentle turns, ascents and descents.
When Pat's turn came, Paul made sure that the radio to the control tower was left open. Her flight started just like her mother's, but then Paul suddenly dove for the ground, flew under some telephone lines and pulled up and skimmed over the tree tops for a while. Then it was time for a sharp climb to create room for a snap roll and loop de loop and other aerobatics, before diving for the river and flying under a bridge. All this time Pat was cussing Paul a blue streak and his friends inside the tower were beside themselves, howling with laughter.
Once they landed and taxied to the hangar Paul's two buddies walked up to the plane. Pat was still cussing out her brother as the plane rolled to a stop. She was mad as a hornet. Once on the ground Paul introduced her to his friends. She said 'Hi' and one of 'em said "Howdy, Sarge!" She was a bit taken back by the greeting, so she asked "Why are you calling me Sarge?" The reply was "We figured you had to be a Sergeant, because Paul's first sergeant is the only other person that we've ever heard cuss him out like that." They all laughed, though Pat was still upset.
After she had time to cool down, Paul apologized. But he told her that for most people there aren't that many memorable experiences in a lifetime, and she just had one she'd never forget. At that point she was very glad that he had terrorized her so unmercifully.
Eathel Pauline "Pat" Waltman, nee Malone, 97, of Belleville, Ill., born Friday, April 6, 1917, in East St. Louis, Ill., died Sunday, May 4, 2014, at Memorial Hospital, Belleville, Ill.
Pat was a meat cutter for "Y" Meat Company for 25 years, a member of Local 504 meat cutters, and senior PSOP.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Harry F. Waltman; a son, David L. Waltman, and her parents, Paul and Eva, nee Wiggins, Malone.
Surviving are her daughter-in-law, Joyce Dodd of Belleville, Ill.; grandchildren, Patricia Ann Waltman of Alton, Ill., Linda Waltman of Collinsville, Ill., and Donald J. (Robin Michelle) Cullon Jr. of Lebanon, Mo.; and four great-grandchildren.
Condolences may be expressed to the family at www.kurrusfh.com
Funeral: Graveside services will be held at 10 a.m. Wednesday, May 7, 2014, at Mount Hope Cemetery, Belleville, Ill.
KURRUS FUNERAL HOME, Belleville, Ill.
Published in Belleville News-Democrat on May 6, 2014
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Pat and her husband Harry built their own home in East Saint Louis, Illinois, not far from her mother's house, something that she was very proud of and an experience that helped out when they got into the meat business with no clue of what they were in for.
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Pat's brother Paul was a Basic Flight Instructor at Independence Army Airfield, Kansas during WWII. During one visit to the base she and her mother were each treated to a flight in one of his PT-19 flight trainers. Their mother was treated with great respect and every effort was made to not cause her undue anxiety. It was a very scenic flight of the countryside, with gentle turns, ascents and descents.
When Pat's turn came, Paul made sure that the radio to the control tower was left open. Her flight started just like her mother's, but then Paul suddenly dove for the ground, flew under some telephone lines and pulled up and skimmed over the tree tops for a while. Then it was time for a sharp climb to create room for a snap roll and loop de loop and other aerobatics, before diving for the river and flying under a bridge. All this time Pat was cussing Paul a blue streak and his friends inside the tower were beside themselves, howling with laughter.
Once they landed and taxied to the hangar Paul's two buddies walked up to the plane. Pat was still cussing out her brother as the plane rolled to a stop. She was mad as a hornet. Once on the ground Paul introduced her to his friends. She said 'Hi' and one of 'em said "Howdy, Sarge!" She was a bit taken back by the greeting, so she asked "Why are you calling me Sarge?" The reply was "We figured you had to be a Sergeant, because Paul's first sergeant is the only other person that we've ever heard cuss him out like that." They all laughed, though Pat was still upset.
After she had time to cool down, Paul apologized. But he told her that for most people there aren't that many memorable experiences in a lifetime, and she just had one she'd never forget. At that point she was very glad that he had terrorized her so unmercifully.
