Splooshing and Rejoicing

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Today I was home alone after having a tear-filled and fun-filled weekend with family and friends. We buried my dad’s (Deane Gunderson) ashes at a family service on Friday. On Saturday morning we had a community memorial service followed by unwinding with family and friends at Roger and Dan Allen’s Bud Barn* in Rolfe, Iowa. (Roger and Dan are such salt-of-the-earth very, very special friends of my dad; they were instrumental in helping make it possible for my dad to live on the farm until his first fall in May.)

In-between the two services, on Friday was the unveiling of a 3′ x 3′ granite plaque honoring my dad. (Roger and Dan had the idea of the plaque several months ago. The original plan, before my dad passed away, was that Rog and Dan and my family would surprise my dad with the plaque earlier this month.)**

Also, on Friday evening we had a “tour” of Gunderland (the farmstead where my dad lived) with Bill periodically being tapped as a tour guide. Later that night a bunch of us played the won’t-let-you-be-inhibited-game of Quelf.

So, today being at home by myself was the first opportunity for reality to start setting in. My emotions splooshed all over the place with me missing my dad yet knowing that I’ve always been so fortunate, including, well…just getting to comfortably be with him so much and learn from him. I know the bottom line is…..”This is the day which the Lord hath made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.”

Here is my dad's 11 1/2-foot-tall statue of Cy located in Rolfe, Iowa. In the foreground are my dad's seven grandchildren. To the left is the 3' x 3' granite plaque that was unveiled this past Friday. (Click on photo to enlarge.)

On my t-shirt is an image of my dad's Cy statue...the same as the statue on the plaque. (Click on photo to enlarge plaque text.)

I’ll get on the ball and post the remainder of my conversation with Sharon (Wickre) Rickard. Over time I’ll certainly have more photos and information about my dad’s and mom’s lives, as well. (Obviously, I’ll post much more about my mom’s watercolors.) For now, here are a couple of photos from Friday’s plaque unveiling. (Oh, and…if you want a fun game, for sure, Quelf is it!)

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In case you missed my dad’s obituary, including links to various articles about him, click here.

*At the Bud Barn site’s home page you’ll hear song lyrics written in 1984 explaining a little about the Bud Barn. The Bud Barn was originally at the farmstead where my dad was born in 1918. The barn was moved into Rolfe in 1982.

**The plaque is there for all to see…up close and “personal.” If you have a chance, I hope you’ll stop by to see it. Even if you are a Hawk fan I think you’ll appreciate my dad’s art of design and welding.

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4 Responses to “Splooshing and Rejoicing”

  1. Peg Moore Says:

    I’m sorry for the delayed response here, but I LOVE this post!!! And I LOVE you!!! And this photo of the cousins is just priceless beyond words. I had the sense that it was just sort of serendipity that they formed that way, but ooohhhh, it communicates so much! Heart, heart, heart!

  2. Claire Moore Says:

    That picture of the cousins is really, REALLY cool. It just makes me smile. 🙂

  3. Marti Gunderson Carlson Says:

    Am catching up reading your blog, Louise. I love reading all the articles. When I came to this one, I got a lump in my throat and a mist in my eye. I guess that’s a really good thing, cause if Daddy wasn’t who he was – then he wouldn’t be missed so much. I feel so grateful and fortunate to have him in my life. The time together with the Gunderclan, while it was a sad occasion, was so wonderful and special.

  4. Louise Gunderson Shimon Says:

    Peggy, Claire and Marti: I agree completely, with what all of you said. And, Marti, I know what you mean about the lump and the mist, and that it’s a good thing because if he wasn’t who he was, he wouldn’t be missed so much. It is amazing that, of the people I run into, how many of them refer to the “legacy” that Daddy left for so many. In addition to missing having fun with him, I think that a lot of what I miss is that he is not still tenderly teaching me…well, I guess he is. : )

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