I attended our 30th reunion and was happy to see Wenche once again. I was headed to Siesta Key on the west coast of Florida to find our next home. I asked Wenche where she lived and she replied, Siesta Key! Thus, we jump started a friendship that was once based in Sportnight dances and secret themes. When she walked toward me, I quickly recalled her gait and the little flutter of short steps as she got closer. We ate lunches all over Sarasota with the required stack of mutual family pictures. She was so proud of her four kids and as time went on, the list of grandkids grew. Wenche and Edward were one of the few couples who were married longer than Ken and I. Wenche was a talent painter and needle point worker in the tradition of her Norwegian heritage. Breast cancer grabbed her 4 years ago. For the work-up, they discovered lung cancer. She endured extensive surgeries and her smile and joy still defined her. She remained positive for those four years until a doctor dropped the ball. Bitterness never drove her to stop smiling. More huge surgeries followed. Ultimately, she lost the fight with galloping tumors this spring of 2012. I miss her smile, her grace and little phrases that bring her back to me.
Wenche was a fellow member of Theta Sigma Gamma sorority. Although the core of that group (Barbara Schlierer, Gail Stewart, Isabel Byron, Pat Smith, Dotty Berg, Pat Cullen had known eachother since elementary school (#2), Wenche was a wonderful addition. She taught me to knit (European style), a hobby I have continued to enjoy and has kept her memory with me to this day. My belated condolences to her family
Wenche lived on the corner of my street. We all F ten walked home together. How impressed I was to learn to hat her hair Scandivaniavian style house built by her family. It was typically Norweigen; charming and soooo unique. Often we walked home together. As I think of how vibrant and alive we all were, it saddens me to learn of her passing.How special each of us are. Let us never forget that.
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Andrea Frankenberg (Weissleder) 09/06/12 11:00 PMI attended our 30th reunion and was happy to see Wenche once again. I was headed to Siesta Key on the west coast of Florida to find our next home. I asked Wenche where she lived and she replied, Siesta Key! Thus, we jump started a friendship that was once based in Sportnight dances and secret themes. When she walked toward me, I quickly recalled her gait and the little flutter of short steps as she got closer. We ate lunches all over Sarasota with the required stack of mutual family pictures. She was so proud of her four kids and as time went on, the list of grandkids grew. Wenche and Edward were one of the few couples who were married longer than Ken and I. Wenche was a talent painter and needle point worker in the tradition of her Norwegian heritage. Breast cancer grabbed her 4 years ago. For the work-up, they discovered lung cancer. She endured extensive surgeries and her smile and joy still defined her. She remained positive for those four years until a doctor dropped the ball. Bitterness never drove her to stop smiling. More huge surgeries followed. Ultimately, she lost the fight with galloping tumors this spring of 2012. I miss her smile, her grace and little phrases that bring her back to me.
Carol Helmcke (Alling)
Wenche was a fellow member of Theta Sigma Gamma sorority. Although the core of that group (Barbara Schlierer, Gail Stewart, Isabel Byron, Pat Smith, Dotty Berg, Pat Cullen had known eachother since elementary school (#2), Wenche was a wonderful addition. She taught me to knit (European style), a hobby I have continued to enjoy and has kept her memory with me to this day. My belated condolences to her family
Arnold Levine
When he lived on the corner of my street. How impressed I was to learn to hat her hair me was built by her family. It was typically Norweigen
Often we walked home together. As I think of how vibrant and alive we all were, it saddens me to learn of her passing.
Arnold Levine
Wenche lived on the corner of my street. We all F ten walked home together. How impressed I was to learn to hat her hair Scandivaniavian style house built by her family. It was typically Norweigen; charming and soooo unique. Often we walked home together. As I think of how vibrant and alive we all were, it saddens me to learn of her passing.How special each of us are. Let us never forget that.