Elfrieda Louise Randall, 98, of Alpena passed away on Wednesday June 28, 2017 on what would have been John and Elfrieda’s 79th wedding anniversary, at Touch of Country AFC Home. Elfrieda was born in Frankfort am Main Germany on April 4, 1919 to George and Regina (Gebhardt) McGinty. Elfrieda was nine years old when she set sail for the U.S. where her mother, older brother Earl, and step-father Arthur Maczei had gone before her as she was sick when the first ship set sail. She lived in Erie, PA and moved to Alpena prior to 1932 when her step-father bought what was known as the Packing House on Johnson Street. Elfrieda graduated from Alpena High School in June of 1938 and married John Randall the love of her life on June 28, 1938. She worked at the Packing House, the Alpena Garment Factory, and Cooper’s IGA.
Elfrieda was a stay at home mom, but was very active in the community. She served as a Girl Scout leader and was the Girl Scout Cookie Chairperson for many years. John would clean the garage out so the cookies could be delivered at the house and distributed from there. She volunteered at the hospital and worked at the elections. Elfrieda was an active member of First Baptist Church where she served as the Sunday School treasurer for many years, a member of the women’s missionary society, a Sunday School teacher, and a member of the 39er’s. John retired from HPC in 1980 allowing them to spend their summers in Alpena and winters at Pine Grove Park in St. Cloud, Florida.
Elfrieda continued to spend winters in FL after John passed away. In July of 2008 Elfrieda moved to Luther Manor where she participated in the many activities they offered. Declining health brought her to the AFC home. Surviving are her daughters; Judy (Gene) Reimann of Alpena, Karen Bromund of MN, two grandchildren; Laurel, Karla (Brandon) Barker, four great-grandchildren; Grace, Seth, Kaia, Cole, daughter in-law; Cherish Bromund, her niece Lynn Maczei Barazsu, three nephews; Dennis McGinty, Paul and Kurt Maczei, and a sister in-law; Pat Randall Clarkson. She was preceded in death by her husband John on May 30, 1987, her parents, two brothers; Earl McGinty and Arthur Maczei, her grandson Kevin Bromund who passed away on August 18, 2017, a sister in-law; Ruth Randall Fairlee, and her son in-law; Kenneth Bromund.
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From the Quad Cities Times
June 06, 1921 – April 29, 2017
CHARLES H. HORN, 95, of 500 S. Jackson Street, Morrison, IL, passed away Saturday April 29, 2017 at Resthave Home in Morrison.
Chuck was born June 6, 1921 in Garden Plain, IL, to Henry Charles and Eva Mildred (Knapp) Horn. He was educated in the Garden Plain Grade School and was a graduate of Erie High School in Erie, IL. He married Betty Jane Hetz on May 13, 1944 in Cordova, IL. Chuck engaged in farming in the Newton Township area in Whiteside County. Later he worked as a truck driver for VanZuiden Trucking and Farm Supply and Cardox. He was a member First Baptist Church in Morrison and the Fulton City Lodge #189 AF & AM. Chuck enjoyed memorizing poetry, playing the guitar and keyboard, and telling funny stories. The greatest joy in Chuck’s life was travelling and spending time with his family. Chuck never met a stranger.
Survivors include his wife, Betty; twin daughters, Linda (Dick) Adams of Morrison and Rita (Donnie) Barker of Davenport, IA; one son, Robert Horn of Conroe, TX; nine grandchildren, Randy (Deb) Adams, Rick (Stephanie Mason) Adams, Kathi (Mike) Krall, Tim (Teri) Adams, Terri (Oliver) Stanford, Brandon (Karla) Barker, Tom (Michele) Barker, Nathan (Courtney) Barker, Lori Olea; twenty-six great grandchildren; six great-great grandchildren.
He was preceded in death by his parents and one brother, Paul Horn.
For Grace’s graduation open house, I asked my mom to make some Swedish pancakes and biscotti for her breakfast-themed party. I had no idea the undertaking that was going to be. My mom and her twin sister, Linda, made 300 pancakes and 10 pounds of biscotti.
People were delighted to try something that most people don’t regularly eat. I was delighted because there were leftovers. Let me know if you want the recipe–they are amazing!
All my longings lie open before you, Lord; my sighing is not hidden from you. Ps. 38:9
The number of hairs of my head are known to God. My soul He knows. My sin He knows. My pain He knows. My repentance He knows. My longings for renewal He knows. God reads me like an open book. He is not shocked or surprised. He isn’t amazed at my sin. I cannot hide anything from Him.
David’s cries in Psalm 38 are vulnerable. He is weak. He is fragile. I weeps for God’s protection and love. Who on earth wants anything different, really? God does not hide. Though we feel far away–He is close. He is the sun rising in the morning, the breath in our lungs, the song on our lips, the hope of a better tomorrow. God is always there.
I, on the other hand, stray. I turn my back. I walk away slowly at times, and sprinting at others. I feel the pull to connect coming from him and I hesitate. I pause. He sees me though. He knows me.
God, all of who I am lays open before you. I cannot hide from you. Forgive me when I try.
The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in him; though he may stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with his hand. Ps. 37:23-24
Though he may stumble? Of course there will be stumbling. Life cannot be lived without stumbling. The key to this verse is that the “fall” is covered. God has taken the necessary steps to make sure that we cannot be impacted by the fall. We need not worry about it. We need not be afraid to take a step.
His hand is a hand of support. It is a strong hand that can hold us in even the worst of terrains. My path is treacherous, but God holds me with His hand and so my steps are not filled with peril. There has to be cycle of delight in this as well. When I put my trust in him, He shows that He is trustworthy and deserving of my faith and hope in ALL areas of life.
“How priceless is your unfailing love, O God! People take refuge in the shadow of your wings.”Psalm 36:7 NIV
I used to refer to this verse to show people that the Bible uses metaphor at times to describe God. “God doesn’t have wings” I would say, proving that there is room for creative liberty in God’s Word. But, today this passage has a depth of meaning for me that I treasure.
God’s love can be used as a protective, secure state of presentness. The immenseness of God allows for a shadow to be cast that covers me. It is something I can take refuge in. I can be protected like a young one under the wing of my protective Parent.