Mildred L. Bohde, 81, of Spencer, passed away March 3, 2009 at the Owen Valley Health Campus. She was born August 6, 1921 in Nappanee, IN to Elmer and Hattie (Heinke) Krou. Mrs. Bohde was a housewife and a member of the Methodist Church. She enjoyed reading, garage sales, shopping and her grandchildren.
Mrs. Bohde is survived by her daughter; June Taylor of Spencer, a brother; Lowell Krou of Warsaw , two grandchildren and three great-grandchildren.
She is preceded in death by her husbands; Paul Taylor and Harold Bohde, two sons, Robert Taylor and Allen Taylor, a daughter Karen Bilby, one brother and three sisters.
Funeral services will be 6pm Friday, March 6, 2009 at West & Parrish & Pedigo Funeral Home. Rev. Alvin McFadden will officiate.
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DAD AND HIS 1927 PONTIAC
This is probably my most vivid childhood memory of Dad. When the oldest child was about 19 and the youngest 4, Dad decided he needed a car. He bought a used 1927 Pontiac. He didn't know how to drive, so the neighbor man took him out on the country roads to learn. Most of the time they took several of the kids along. Dad couldn't get the hang of shifting gears. Every time he shifted the car made a terrible noise. He had this problem the rest of his life.
Five kids sat in the back seat, the youngest in the front with mom and dad. Sometimes we managed to crowd several other people in with us. We used to go to grandma Krou's in Plymouth. The car would go 60 miles an hour so Dad drove 60 miles an hour. He pushed it to the floor and off we went. The tires and tubes were bad. While driving on gravel roads at top speed a tire would blow out. Dad would hollar everybody hang on. He always managed to get the car on the burm. Everyone got out of the car and as the air turned blue with curses the spare tire was put on and pumped up. When we got home the tube had to be patched. Again, the air turned blue. Sometimes, the tire was so bad he put a boot (part of an old tire) inside. As we went down the road, the tire would thump each time it rotated. This didn't stop Dad, he still pushed it to the floor. By some miracle no one was ever hurt. Poor Mom tried only once to drive. With Dad as the teacher; once was enough.
Dictated by: Mildred Lucile Krou Taylor Bohde, October 03, 1997
Mrs. Bohde is survived by her daughter; June Taylor of Spencer, a brother; Lowell Krou of Warsaw , two grandchildren and three great-grandchildren.
She is preceded in death by her husbands; Paul Taylor and Harold Bohde, two sons, Robert Taylor and Allen Taylor, a daughter Karen Bilby, one brother and three sisters.
Funeral services will be 6pm Friday, March 6, 2009 at West & Parrish & Pedigo Funeral Home. Rev. Alvin McFadden will officiate.
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DAD AND HIS 1927 PONTIAC
This is probably my most vivid childhood memory of Dad. When the oldest child was about 19 and the youngest 4, Dad decided he needed a car. He bought a used 1927 Pontiac. He didn't know how to drive, so the neighbor man took him out on the country roads to learn. Most of the time they took several of the kids along. Dad couldn't get the hang of shifting gears. Every time he shifted the car made a terrible noise. He had this problem the rest of his life.
Five kids sat in the back seat, the youngest in the front with mom and dad. Sometimes we managed to crowd several other people in with us. We used to go to grandma Krou's in Plymouth. The car would go 60 miles an hour so Dad drove 60 miles an hour. He pushed it to the floor and off we went. The tires and tubes were bad. While driving on gravel roads at top speed a tire would blow out. Dad would hollar everybody hang on. He always managed to get the car on the burm. Everyone got out of the car and as the air turned blue with curses the spare tire was put on and pumped up. When we got home the tube had to be patched. Again, the air turned blue. Sometimes, the tire was so bad he put a boot (part of an old tire) inside. As we went down the road, the tire would thump each time it rotated. This didn't stop Dad, he still pushed it to the floor. By some miracle no one was ever hurt. Poor Mom tried only once to drive. With Dad as the teacher; once was enough.
Dictated by: Mildred Lucile Krou Taylor Bohde, October 03, 1997
Mildred L. Bohde, 81, of Spencer, passed away March 3, 2009 at the Owen Valley Health Campus. She was born August 6, 1921 in Nappanee, IN to Elmer and Hattie (Heinke) Krou. Mrs. Bohde was a housewife and a member of the Methodist Church. She enjoyed reading, garage sales, shopping and her grandchildren.
Mrs. Bohde is survived by her daughter; June Taylor of Spencer, a brother; Lowell Krou of Warsaw , two grandchildren and three great-grandchildren.
She is preceded in death by her husbands; Paul Taylor and Harold Bohde, two sons, Robert Taylor and Allen Taylor, a daughter Karen Bilby, one brother and three sisters.
Funeral services will be 6pm Friday, March 6, 2009 at West & Parrish & Pedigo Funeral Home. Rev. Alvin McFadden will officiate.
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DAD AND HIS 1927 PONTIAC
This is probably my most vivid childhood memory of Dad. When the oldest child was about 19 and the youngest 4, Dad decided he needed a car. He bought a used 1927 Pontiac. He didn't know how to drive, so the neighbor man took him out on the country roads to learn. Most of the time they took several of the kids along. Dad couldn't get the hang of shifting gears. Every time he shifted the car made a terrible noise. He had this problem the rest of his life.
Five kids sat in the back seat, the youngest in the front with mom and dad. Sometimes we managed to crowd several other people in with us. We used to go to grandma Krou's in Plymouth. The car would go 60 miles an hour so Dad drove 60 miles an hour. He pushed it to the floor and off we went. The tires and tubes were bad. While driving on gravel roads at top speed a tire would blow out. Dad would hollar everybody hang on. He always managed to get the car on the burm. Everyone got out of the car and as the air turned blue with curses the spare tire was put on and pumped up. When we got home the tube had to be patched. Again, the air turned blue. Sometimes, the tire was so bad he put a boot (part of an old tire) inside. As we went down the road, the tire would thump each time it rotated. This didn't stop Dad, he still pushed it to the floor. By some miracle no one was ever hurt. Poor Mom tried only once to drive. With Dad as the teacher; once was enough.
Dictated by: Mildred Lucile Krou Taylor Bohde, October 03, 1997
Mrs. Bohde is survived by her daughter; June Taylor of Spencer, a brother; Lowell Krou of Warsaw , two grandchildren and three great-grandchildren.
She is preceded in death by her husbands; Paul Taylor and Harold Bohde, two sons, Robert Taylor and Allen Taylor, a daughter Karen Bilby, one brother and three sisters.
Funeral services will be 6pm Friday, March 6, 2009 at West & Parrish & Pedigo Funeral Home. Rev. Alvin McFadden will officiate.
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DAD AND HIS 1927 PONTIAC
This is probably my most vivid childhood memory of Dad. When the oldest child was about 19 and the youngest 4, Dad decided he needed a car. He bought a used 1927 Pontiac. He didn't know how to drive, so the neighbor man took him out on the country roads to learn. Most of the time they took several of the kids along. Dad couldn't get the hang of shifting gears. Every time he shifted the car made a terrible noise. He had this problem the rest of his life.
Five kids sat in the back seat, the youngest in the front with mom and dad. Sometimes we managed to crowd several other people in with us. We used to go to grandma Krou's in Plymouth. The car would go 60 miles an hour so Dad drove 60 miles an hour. He pushed it to the floor and off we went. The tires and tubes were bad. While driving on gravel roads at top speed a tire would blow out. Dad would hollar everybody hang on. He always managed to get the car on the burm. Everyone got out of the car and as the air turned blue with curses the spare tire was put on and pumped up. When we got home the tube had to be patched. Again, the air turned blue. Sometimes, the tire was so bad he put a boot (part of an old tire) inside. As we went down the road, the tire would thump each time it rotated. This didn't stop Dad, he still pushed it to the floor. By some miracle no one was ever hurt. Poor Mom tried only once to drive. With Dad as the teacher; once was enough.
Dictated by: Mildred Lucile Krou Taylor Bohde, October 03, 1997
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