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My grandfather, Milton Lindhorst, passed away yesterday morning. He had alzheimers and fell and broke his hip. They put him into surgery, but he didn't handle it too well, and lost his fight. As of right now, they're planning on having the viewing at Styger Funeral Home in St. Peters on Thursday and the burial at JB on Friday. There could be a delay as we try to get all of the family back to the country and to the state in time. We're all quite spread out, to say the least.
Could you please keep me and my family in your prayers. There are some serious underlying tensions between my mother and my grandmother - her former mother-in-law - that are also rearing their heads at this time, and that is also causing additional stress. They're both putting me in the middle, which isn't helping matters and making my stress and grief harder to manage. I could use some prayers at this time for strength and peace as well.
My grandpa was an amazing man. He was a WWII fighter pilot. There's a neat article and an awesome picture of him here: http://www.rootsweb.com/~mostfran/military/milton_lindhorst.htm
It was said that you could ask my grandpa the time, and he would tell you how a watch worked. He knew everything about everything, but never came off as a know-it-all - he just knew everything! He was an inventor, farmer, craftsman, peacekeeper, father, grandfather, great grandfather, Christian, square dancer and all around great man.
He wore his white cowboy hat - wool or leather in the winter, straw in the summer - until the day that he died. He always wore light blue button down shirts, and either pressed pants or pressed light blue jeans, depending on the occassion. There were the ever present cowboy boots as well - dress, town or work - he had a pair for each.
My grandpa was a trickster as well. There's a famous story in our house about the boy scout troop that my uncle belonged to. The boys were a little rowdy, to say the least. They came over to the house one day and were begging for sweets. Well, my grandpa provided - in the form of chocolate exlax. Apparently those boys were always polite when asking for sweets after that!
He was good to those boys as well, though. He could never stand boredom, and even made homemade wooden puzzles in his workshop if any kids claimed to have nothing to do. He had a great garden and farm and taught me more then I could have dreamed about trees, wildlife, gardening and caring for the earth. He even had his own grape vines and orchard! Some of my fondest memories are of picking berries with him, and then making the homemade icecream that they would top for dessert at Sunday dinners.
He's going to be buried in the same cemetary as my father - Jefferson Barracks National Cemetary. It's giving me extra pause as this is almost 10 years to the day since my father passed as well.
Could you please keep me and my family in your prayers. There are some serious underlying tensions between my mother and my grandmother - her former mother-in-law - that are also rearing their heads at this time, and that is also causing additional stress. They're both putting me in the middle, which isn't helping matters and making my stress and grief harder to manage. I could use some prayers at this time for strength and peace as well.
My grandpa was an amazing man. He was a WWII fighter pilot. There's a neat article and an awesome picture of him here: http://www.rootsweb.com/~mostfran/military/milton_lindhorst.htm
It was said that you could ask my grandpa the time, and he would tell you how a watch worked. He knew everything about everything, but never came off as a know-it-all - he just knew everything! He was an inventor, farmer, craftsman, peacekeeper, father, grandfather, great grandfather, Christian, square dancer and all around great man.
He wore his white cowboy hat - wool or leather in the winter, straw in the summer - until the day that he died. He always wore light blue button down shirts, and either pressed pants or pressed light blue jeans, depending on the occassion. There were the ever present cowboy boots as well - dress, town or work - he had a pair for each.
My grandpa was a trickster as well. There's a famous story in our house about the boy scout troop that my uncle belonged to. The boys were a little rowdy, to say the least. They came over to the house one day and were begging for sweets. Well, my grandpa provided - in the form of chocolate exlax. Apparently those boys were always polite when asking for sweets after that!
He was good to those boys as well, though. He could never stand boredom, and even made homemade wooden puzzles in his workshop if any kids claimed to have nothing to do. He had a great garden and farm and taught me more then I could have dreamed about trees, wildlife, gardening and caring for the earth. He even had his own grape vines and orchard! Some of my fondest memories are of picking berries with him, and then making the homemade icecream that they would top for dessert at Sunday dinners.
He's going to be buried in the same cemetary as my father - Jefferson Barracks National Cemetary. It's giving me extra pause as this is almost 10 years to the day since my father passed as well.