KUHN, Milton Frederick Passed away peacefully after a long struggle with Parkinson's disease on Friday, August 30, 2013 at St. Mary's General Hospital, in his 88th year. Beloved husband of Marjorie (Clemmer) for 64 years; loved father of Brian Kuhn (Alice), Wayne Kuhn (Suzanne) and Colleen Allenson (Dave); loving grandfather of Jeff Kuhn, Jennifer Kawase (Ike), Robert Kuhn, Steven Kuhn (Laura), Jim Barlow (Emily), and Julie Barlow and great-grandfather of Hayley, Benjamin, Michael, Nicholas and Jackson Kuhn, Cameron and Jenna Kawase and Aidan and Mikayla Kuhn. Dear brother of Kenneth Kuhn (Evelyn), Dorothy Delong (Fred), Rita Mueller, and Norma Moore (Jim). Brother-in-law of Clarke Dettweiler. Loving uncle of many nieces and nephews. Predeceased by his parents, William and Maryann (Otterbein) Kuhn, sisters, Katherine Dettweiler and Wilma Keller (Carl), brothers, Harold, Norbert, Carl, and a brother-in-law Harvey Mueller. Milton was an active member of Erb Street Mennonite Church. He farmed for 15 years near Heidelberg and had worked for 20 years at Uniroyal. Family and friends may call at the Erb & Good Family Funeral Home, 171 King St. S., Waterloo on Tuesday from 2-4 and 7-9 p.m. The funeral service will be held on Wednesday, September 4, 2013 at 1 p.m. at Erb Street Mennonite Church, 131 Erb St. W., Waterloo with Pastor Eleanor Epp-Stobbe officiating. Interment will be in Erb Street Mennonite Cemetery with a reception to follow at the church.
Condolences for the family and donations to the Mennonite Central Committee may be arranged through the funeral home at www.erbgood.com or 519-745-8445.
A Tribute To My Brother Milton
by Norma Moore
Milt was the oldest and I was the youngest, there were 21 years between us. Our lives went in different directions for many years until the early 60's when our father passed and Milt oversaw our parent's affairs. Then in '67 Mom passed and it was then I realized the importance of my brother's involvement in my life. He was "firm, fair and friendly" and he did so much for me.
Milt, Marj and family moved to Waterloo from the farm and eventually, one by one, Brian, Wayne and Colleen left the nest. I had moved to the Maritimes in the mid-70's and, over the years, their home became a base when I was home with my family or alone. It was always a safe haven to come to when life was up, or many times down.
Along with bringing my family, I was able to bring my friends as well. It was a place to congregate and I felt comfortable there. My very first little granddaughter, Tiffany and I spent sleepovers at Uncle Milt's and Aunt Marjie's in the lilac bedroom where we slept so well.
I was likely a pain many times but I never felt that way. I was able to use the car ( the old Swinger that he kept so tidy ) as long as I didn't go too fast or too far. That little mouse keychain was right there in the kitchen drawer waiting "just for me" or so I wanted to believe. I felt cared about and supported even though they may not have understood where my life was taking me. They never lectured or judged me.
Milt was always a good brother, generous and kind. Everyone loved him. My brother showed me good values - pay back what you borrow, be honest, work hard, love the Lord and pray.
I would often watch how he and Marj lived. It was a life of simplicity and common sense. Milt was a family man and a good provider. Forever thinking and sometimes worrying too much.
We all remember the cold storage room with more than enough surplus at all times. It resembled a store and one seldom left empty handed. My children remember it well as do nieces and nephews. Milt loved children and loved to tease. He smiled and his large blue eyes danced and sparkled when he could make someone happy.
My last visit in June was special for me, visiting Milt in the Grand River Hospital. My sister, husband and Milt's pastor, Eleanor, were there. We talked of days gone by and sang songs. I was proud of my brother remembering so much. He sang his boyhood song, "Old Shep Was A Dog", word for word. He enjoyed sharing and we were happy for the time together.
Soon thereafter his heart began to lessen. Changes took place to move out of the hospital. On August 26th, Colleen called to say Milt was in St. Mary's Hospital and had taken a turn for the worse. I knew that we needed to go. It was important for me to be with him one more time if I could. We travelled August 27th and 28th and when we arrived I was sad to see him so frail, he knew that we were there though. On August 29th, after a morning visit, I went back in the evening. Colleen and I remained after the visitors left. It was nearing 11 o'clock when Colleen opened the blinds and looked out over the city lights. It was beautiful; she said "Dad we are at St Mary's where you want to be". It was peaceful, a special moment in time. We both felt a hovering presence. We said good night to Milt and as we were leaving the room looked back again, he was resting peacefully. Colleen asked " Can you feel something?" "Yes" I replied. It was like a haze of calm.
Peace my brother.
"If dogs have a heaven, there's one thing I know, Old Shep had a wonderful home". Sing Milt, sing out. You are home now with Jesus.
Condolences for the family and donations to the Mennonite Central Committee may be arranged through the funeral home at www.erbgood.com or 519-745-8445.
A Tribute To My Brother Milton
by Norma Moore
Milt was the oldest and I was the youngest, there were 21 years between us. Our lives went in different directions for many years until the early 60's when our father passed and Milt oversaw our parent's affairs. Then in '67 Mom passed and it was then I realized the importance of my brother's involvement in my life. He was "firm, fair and friendly" and he did so much for me.
Milt, Marj and family moved to Waterloo from the farm and eventually, one by one, Brian, Wayne and Colleen left the nest. I had moved to the Maritimes in the mid-70's and, over the years, their home became a base when I was home with my family or alone. It was always a safe haven to come to when life was up, or many times down.
Along with bringing my family, I was able to bring my friends as well. It was a place to congregate and I felt comfortable there. My very first little granddaughter, Tiffany and I spent sleepovers at Uncle Milt's and Aunt Marjie's in the lilac bedroom where we slept so well.
I was likely a pain many times but I never felt that way. I was able to use the car ( the old Swinger that he kept so tidy ) as long as I didn't go too fast or too far. That little mouse keychain was right there in the kitchen drawer waiting "just for me" or so I wanted to believe. I felt cared about and supported even though they may not have understood where my life was taking me. They never lectured or judged me.
Milt was always a good brother, generous and kind. Everyone loved him. My brother showed me good values - pay back what you borrow, be honest, work hard, love the Lord and pray.
I would often watch how he and Marj lived. It was a life of simplicity and common sense. Milt was a family man and a good provider. Forever thinking and sometimes worrying too much.
We all remember the cold storage room with more than enough surplus at all times. It resembled a store and one seldom left empty handed. My children remember it well as do nieces and nephews. Milt loved children and loved to tease. He smiled and his large blue eyes danced and sparkled when he could make someone happy.
My last visit in June was special for me, visiting Milt in the Grand River Hospital. My sister, husband and Milt's pastor, Eleanor, were there. We talked of days gone by and sang songs. I was proud of my brother remembering so much. He sang his boyhood song, "Old Shep Was A Dog", word for word. He enjoyed sharing and we were happy for the time together.
Soon thereafter his heart began to lessen. Changes took place to move out of the hospital. On August 26th, Colleen called to say Milt was in St. Mary's Hospital and had taken a turn for the worse. I knew that we needed to go. It was important for me to be with him one more time if I could. We travelled August 27th and 28th and when we arrived I was sad to see him so frail, he knew that we were there though. On August 29th, after a morning visit, I went back in the evening. Colleen and I remained after the visitors left. It was nearing 11 o'clock when Colleen opened the blinds and looked out over the city lights. It was beautiful; she said "Dad we are at St Mary's where you want to be". It was peaceful, a special moment in time. We both felt a hovering presence. We said good night to Milt and as we were leaving the room looked back again, he was resting peacefully. Colleen asked " Can you feel something?" "Yes" I replied. It was like a haze of calm.
Peace my brother.
"If dogs have a heaven, there's one thing I know, Old Shep had a wonderful home". Sing Milt, sing out. You are home now with Jesus.
KUHN, Milton Frederick Passed away peacefully after a long struggle with Parkinson's disease on Friday, August 30, 2013 at St. Mary's General Hospital, in his 88th year. Beloved husband of Marjorie (Clemmer) for 64 years; loved father of Brian Kuhn (Alice), Wayne Kuhn (Suzanne) and Colleen Allenson (Dave); loving grandfather of Jeff Kuhn, Jennifer Kawase (Ike), Robert Kuhn, Steven Kuhn (Laura), Jim Barlow (Emily), and Julie Barlow and great-grandfather of Hayley, Benjamin, Michael, Nicholas and Jackson Kuhn, Cameron and Jenna Kawase and Aidan and Mikayla Kuhn. Dear brother of Kenneth Kuhn (Evelyn), Dorothy Delong (Fred), Rita Mueller, and Norma Moore (Jim). Brother-in-law of Clarke Dettweiler. Loving uncle of many nieces and nephews. Predeceased by his parents, William and Maryann (Otterbein) Kuhn, sisters, Katherine Dettweiler and Wilma Keller (Carl), brothers, Harold, Norbert, Carl, and a brother-in-law Harvey Mueller. Milton was an active member of Erb Street Mennonite Church. He farmed for 15 years near Heidelberg and had worked for 20 years at Uniroyal. Family and friends may call at the Erb & Good Family Funeral Home, 171 King St. S., Waterloo on Tuesday from 2-4 and 7-9 p.m. The funeral service will be held on Wednesday, September 4, 2013 at 1 p.m. at Erb Street Mennonite Church, 131 Erb St. W., Waterloo with Pastor Eleanor Epp-Stobbe officiating. Interment will be in Erb Street Mennonite Cemetery with a reception to follow at the church.
Condolences for the family and donations to the Mennonite Central Committee may be arranged through the funeral home at www.erbgood.com or 519-745-8445.
A Tribute To My Brother Milton
by Norma Moore
Milt was the oldest and I was the youngest, there were 21 years between us. Our lives went in different directions for many years until the early 60's when our father passed and Milt oversaw our parent's affairs. Then in '67 Mom passed and it was then I realized the importance of my brother's involvement in my life. He was "firm, fair and friendly" and he did so much for me.
Milt, Marj and family moved to Waterloo from the farm and eventually, one by one, Brian, Wayne and Colleen left the nest. I had moved to the Maritimes in the mid-70's and, over the years, their home became a base when I was home with my family or alone. It was always a safe haven to come to when life was up, or many times down.
Along with bringing my family, I was able to bring my friends as well. It was a place to congregate and I felt comfortable there. My very first little granddaughter, Tiffany and I spent sleepovers at Uncle Milt's and Aunt Marjie's in the lilac bedroom where we slept so well.
I was likely a pain many times but I never felt that way. I was able to use the car ( the old Swinger that he kept so tidy ) as long as I didn't go too fast or too far. That little mouse keychain was right there in the kitchen drawer waiting "just for me" or so I wanted to believe. I felt cared about and supported even though they may not have understood where my life was taking me. They never lectured or judged me.
Milt was always a good brother, generous and kind. Everyone loved him. My brother showed me good values - pay back what you borrow, be honest, work hard, love the Lord and pray.
I would often watch how he and Marj lived. It was a life of simplicity and common sense. Milt was a family man and a good provider. Forever thinking and sometimes worrying too much.
We all remember the cold storage room with more than enough surplus at all times. It resembled a store and one seldom left empty handed. My children remember it well as do nieces and nephews. Milt loved children and loved to tease. He smiled and his large blue eyes danced and sparkled when he could make someone happy.
My last visit in June was special for me, visiting Milt in the Grand River Hospital. My sister, husband and Milt's pastor, Eleanor, were there. We talked of days gone by and sang songs. I was proud of my brother remembering so much. He sang his boyhood song, "Old Shep Was A Dog", word for word. He enjoyed sharing and we were happy for the time together.
Soon thereafter his heart began to lessen. Changes took place to move out of the hospital. On August 26th, Colleen called to say Milt was in St. Mary's Hospital and had taken a turn for the worse. I knew that we needed to go. It was important for me to be with him one more time if I could. We travelled August 27th and 28th and when we arrived I was sad to see him so frail, he knew that we were there though. On August 29th, after a morning visit, I went back in the evening. Colleen and I remained after the visitors left. It was nearing 11 o'clock when Colleen opened the blinds and looked out over the city lights. It was beautiful; she said "Dad we are at St Mary's where you want to be". It was peaceful, a special moment in time. We both felt a hovering presence. We said good night to Milt and as we were leaving the room looked back again, he was resting peacefully. Colleen asked " Can you feel something?" "Yes" I replied. It was like a haze of calm.
Peace my brother.
"If dogs have a heaven, there's one thing I know, Old Shep had a wonderful home". Sing Milt, sing out. You are home now with Jesus.
Condolences for the family and donations to the Mennonite Central Committee may be arranged through the funeral home at www.erbgood.com or 519-745-8445.
A Tribute To My Brother Milton
by Norma Moore
Milt was the oldest and I was the youngest, there were 21 years between us. Our lives went in different directions for many years until the early 60's when our father passed and Milt oversaw our parent's affairs. Then in '67 Mom passed and it was then I realized the importance of my brother's involvement in my life. He was "firm, fair and friendly" and he did so much for me.
Milt, Marj and family moved to Waterloo from the farm and eventually, one by one, Brian, Wayne and Colleen left the nest. I had moved to the Maritimes in the mid-70's and, over the years, their home became a base when I was home with my family or alone. It was always a safe haven to come to when life was up, or many times down.
Along with bringing my family, I was able to bring my friends as well. It was a place to congregate and I felt comfortable there. My very first little granddaughter, Tiffany and I spent sleepovers at Uncle Milt's and Aunt Marjie's in the lilac bedroom where we slept so well.
I was likely a pain many times but I never felt that way. I was able to use the car ( the old Swinger that he kept so tidy ) as long as I didn't go too fast or too far. That little mouse keychain was right there in the kitchen drawer waiting "just for me" or so I wanted to believe. I felt cared about and supported even though they may not have understood where my life was taking me. They never lectured or judged me.
Milt was always a good brother, generous and kind. Everyone loved him. My brother showed me good values - pay back what you borrow, be honest, work hard, love the Lord and pray.
I would often watch how he and Marj lived. It was a life of simplicity and common sense. Milt was a family man and a good provider. Forever thinking and sometimes worrying too much.
We all remember the cold storage room with more than enough surplus at all times. It resembled a store and one seldom left empty handed. My children remember it well as do nieces and nephews. Milt loved children and loved to tease. He smiled and his large blue eyes danced and sparkled when he could make someone happy.
My last visit in June was special for me, visiting Milt in the Grand River Hospital. My sister, husband and Milt's pastor, Eleanor, were there. We talked of days gone by and sang songs. I was proud of my brother remembering so much. He sang his boyhood song, "Old Shep Was A Dog", word for word. He enjoyed sharing and we were happy for the time together.
Soon thereafter his heart began to lessen. Changes took place to move out of the hospital. On August 26th, Colleen called to say Milt was in St. Mary's Hospital and had taken a turn for the worse. I knew that we needed to go. It was important for me to be with him one more time if I could. We travelled August 27th and 28th and when we arrived I was sad to see him so frail, he knew that we were there though. On August 29th, after a morning visit, I went back in the evening. Colleen and I remained after the visitors left. It was nearing 11 o'clock when Colleen opened the blinds and looked out over the city lights. It was beautiful; she said "Dad we are at St Mary's where you want to be". It was peaceful, a special moment in time. We both felt a hovering presence. We said good night to Milt and as we were leaving the room looked back again, he was resting peacefully. Colleen asked " Can you feel something?" "Yes" I replied. It was like a haze of calm.
Peace my brother.
"If dogs have a heaven, there's one thing I know, Old Shep had a wonderful home". Sing Milt, sing out. You are home now with Jesus.
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