Their Story / Eulogy

Their Story / Eulogy

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Jim, was unfortunately only known to me for the last 3 years. I met him on Lac Labelle while he was on his Hover Board, which he rode like a much younger man. A number of times a year Jim hosted a Ice Motorcycling event which was always fun to watch. At one of these events he told me all about his love of motorized vehicles.

During his last few months of life he enthusiastically participated in a number of Fun Bowling evenings with many of his friends from Lac La Belle.

He will be missed as a great all round gentleman, devoted to Nancy and his family.

John was born on 28th July 1929 in Lurgen Road, Parkview, Johannesburg, South Africa. He was christened John Edward Rudolph Furze. My parents were Herbert Edward (Bert) & Olga Edith Furze (nee Rudolph). My sister Pamela (now Angus-Leppan) was born August 1931. 

I had a very happy childhood and have been close to my sister. I attended King Edward School & later studied chemical engineering at the University of Witwatersrand. My 1st full time job was at Hichsons and was invite to do a pupillage in the Yorkshire factory (United Kingdom). There I met my wife to be, Dorothy Furze (nee Gray) and was married in September 1953 in Johannesburg and had a wonderful marriage lasting 59 years. 

When I was 22 years old, I joined Round Table & then Lions & later to Rotary. John and Dorothy were both avid supporters of charity and giving back to those less fortunate than themselves. In recognition of 60 years community service we were humbled to both receive the Paul Harris Fellow award, the highest Rotary award you can receive.

A joy in my life are my two children, Michael and Carol and my grandchildren, Andrew, David, Matthew and Megan.

My advice to my son and daughter & grandchildren - \\\\\\\"Remember life is a journey, not a destination.. make sure you enjoy it all the way.

At  the funeral Andrew shared “ I have always talked about Grandpa to those who matter in my life … the nicest person I know, incredibly kind and generous .. an awesome person”

Rest in peace dad / grandpa and when the thunder roars in the sky, we know its you moving the furniture around.

Jennifer Christenson\'s life unfolded like the gentle hills of her Wisconsin home, marked by modest beginnings and a rich tapestry of experiences. Born in the winter chill of Milwaukee on January 9, 1952, she grew up in a close-knit family, the middle child of three siblings. Her father was a machinist, and her mother, a school teacher, instilled in her a lifelong love for learning.

Jennifer\'s early years were filled with the simple joys of Midwestern life—ice skating on local ponds, summer picnics by Lake Michigan, and community gatherings. Her education in Milwaukee’s public schools was punctuated by her avid participation in the school choir and her passion for literature, which blossomed in her teenage years.

After high school, she pursued a degree in English Literature at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, a period during which she became deeply involved in the civil rights movement and anti-war protests of the late 1960s and early 1970s. These experiences shaped her worldview profoundly, embedding a strong sense of justice and advocacy in her character.

In 1975, Jennifer married her college sweetheart, Jonathan Christenson, and they settled in Delafield, a small town where they raised their two children. Jennifer\'s career as a high school English teacher was marked by her innovative teaching methods and her dedication to her students. She was beloved for her ability to reach troubled teens, helping them find their voices through poetry and prose.

Jennifer’s home was often filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread and books piled high. Her love for gardening turned their backyard into a vibrant oasis, where neighbors and friends gathered for her famous Sunday brunches. Jennifer also contributed to her community as a volunteer at the local library and led a book club that thrived for decades.

After retiring in 2014, Jennifer and Jonathan enjoyed traveling, visiting historical sites across Europe and South America. These trips further enriched Jennifer\'s lectures and writings, which she continued to pursue passionately.

Jennifer’s life came to a close on October 20, 2019, in Delafield. Her legacy, however, lives on through her published collection of essays and poems, her beloved family, and the many lives she touched both in and out of the classroom. Her story is a testament to the impact one person can have on their community and the world, driven by a commitment to education, equality, and the power of words.

Kirk William Dowling was born on December 18th, 1940, in Palo Alto California. Kirk was the youngest of two sisters, Judith and Sharon. His father was William Hays Dowling, and his mother was Ella Dorothy Purnell. Kirk graduated from Palo Alto High School in 1959. Kirk served 4 years in the United States Coastguard and received an Honorable Discharge. Kirk married Pamela Joyce Egbert on November 17th, 1973, in Washington State. Kirk and Pamela Dowling had two children together. Brandon Dowling and Autumn Dowling. rnrnKirk was a wonderful husband, father, grandfather and friend. He loved adventure; many adventures included long motorcycle rides to visit nieces and daughters. His passions included fishing, stargazing, animals, and the outdoors. My father had the biggest heart; even though he was an introvert, he would be silly, friendly, and always find a way to make me or someone else laugh. rnrnMy father was the best Grandpa that Jaydon Trammell could ask for. My father considered Jaydon his best friend. My father specifically stated that Jaydon brought complete happiness back into his life and entered his life when he needed a pal like Jaydon the most. I will forever be grateful that my dad was my father. I will always remember all the fun times we had. I will miss him every day. Dad, whenever I look into the clear starry nights, I look up and can see you and mom dancing in the stars...... Dad we love you to the moon and back.

Good morning, everyone. We gather here today to honor and celebrate the life of Jonathan Christenson, a beloved son, brother, friend, and colleague. Jonathan touched the lives of so many people with his kindness, humor, and unwavering positivity. Jonathan was born on September 15, 1980, in Springfield, and from the very beginning, he brought joy and laughter into the lives of those around him. He had a contagious smile that could brighten even the darkest of days, and his warmth and compassion left a lasting impression on everyone he met. 

From a young age, Jonathan showed a passion for helping others. Whether it was lending a listening ear, offering a helping hand, or simply sharing a joke to lift someone  spirits, Jonathan was always there when you needed him most. His empathy knew no bounds, and he had a remarkable ability to make everyone feel seen and valued. Jonathan was also incredibly driven and ambitious. He pursued his passions with determination and dedication, always striving to make a positive impact in the world. His work ethic was unmatched, and he approached every challenge with a positive attitude and a willingness to learn and grow. But perhaps Jonathan's greatest legacy is the love and kindness he shared with those around him. He had an uncanny ability to see the good in everyone and to make others feel accepted and loved just as they were. His friendships were built on a foundation of trust, loyalty, and mutual respect, and he cherished every moment spent with the people he held dear. 

As we mourn the loss of Jonathan, let us also celebrate the incredible life he lived and the countless lives he touched along the way. Though he may no longer be with us in body, his spirit will live on in the memories and hearts of all who knew him. Jonathan, you will be dearly missed, but your legacy of love, kindness, and compassion will continue to inspire us all. Rest in peace, dear friend. Until we meet again.