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Esther Hoffman

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Esther Hoffman newspaper Esther Hoffman, 90, Artesian, died Friday, March 28, 2014 at Firesteel Healthcare Center in Mitchell.
Funeral services were Wednesday, April 2 at 10:30 a.m. at the Fedora Presbyterian Church, Fedora. Burial was in the Mount Pleasant Cemetery in Artesian. Visitation was Tuesday evening with a prayer service at the Bittner Funeral Chapel in Mitchell.
Esther L. (Dean) Hoffman was born Feb. 1, 1924 at Milan, Ill., to Henry and Ella (Rettig) Dean. She had six brothers and sisters: Elsie, Ruth, William, Clarence, Raymond and Harriet. She attended grade school at Milan. As a teenager, Esther worked at the Milan Bakery for $10 a week.
Being just two years apart in age, Esther and her sister, Harriet, were very close and did a lot of things together. Esther played the mandolin and Harriet the guitar and they sang and played on WLS radio station and were billed as the “Dean Sisters”. Esther has always loved music and dancing.
She married Otto Hoffman in Illinois on Sept. 6, 1941. They had a double wedding with her sister, Harriet, and husband, Warren Tindall. Otto and Esther farmed in Illinois for 10 years and had three children, Jim (1943), Gene (1946) and Judy (1949). They purchased a farm near Artesian in 1951. Before they moved, they lost their home and all their belongings to a fire. They farmed, ranched and raised their children near Artesian.
Otto passed away in February 1987. Esther stayed on the farm until November 2010 when health issues caused her to move to Firesteel Healthcare Center.
Esther was a wonderful cook and baker and always had a fresh batch of cookies and coffee to share with guests. Esther loved gardening and her green thumb was evident in the beautiful flower gardens she raised each spring and summer. She worked side-by-side with her husband for 36 years to make their farm a showplace and continued to keep it beautiful after he passed away.
Esther was very active in the Artesian Senior Citizens and was president for many years. She enjoyed playing cards with the other folks that came. She was also very active in the Fedora Presbyterian Church, and considered Pastor Dick Poppen a very special friend.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Otto; her parents, Ella (Rettig) and Henry Dean; three brothers, William, Clarence and Raymond Dean; three sisters, Elsie Hodson, Ruth Parker and Harriet Tindall; and two infant grandsons, Tracy and Travis Hoffman.
She is survived by two sons, Jim and Karen (Peterson) Hoffman and Gene Hoffman; one daughter, Judy (Hoffman) and Lowell Wormstadt; daughter-in-law, Judi (Vinz) Larson; nine grandchildren; and 20 great-grandchildren.

Dorothy Schoenfelder, 84, of Iroquois, passed away Wednesday, March 26, 2014 at her home in Iroquois.
Her funeral Mass was held Monday, March 31 at St. Paul the Apostle Catholic Church in Iroquois with burial in the church cemetery. A rosary service was held on Sunday, March 30 with a scripture service followed by visitation with family present at the church.
Dorothy McTighe, the daugther of Cumian and Julia (Swafford) McTighe, was born on Jan. 15, 1930, in Maurine, S.D. She attended school and graduated from St. Martin Academy in Sturgis. Dorothy also received a degree in nursing and worked for Our Lady of Lourdes Hospital in Hot Springs and at St. John’s Hospital in Huron. Dorothy worked for the InterLakes Community Action Homemaker program and Heartland Home Care Services.
She married Lester F. Schoenfelder on Feb. 23, 1954 at the St. Martin Catholic Church in Huron. The couple made their home on the family farm near Iroquois until 1976, when they moved into the town of Iroquois.
Dorothy was an active member of St. Paul the Apostle Catholic Church in Iroquois for many years. She enjoyed crocheting, reading, gardening, canning, baking, and doing crossword puzzles and jigsaw puzzles. Dorothy was happiest at home taking care of her family.
Grateful for having shared in her life are her nine children, Mary (Charles) Unterbrunner, of Artesian, Janeen (Wade) Kouf of Huron, Don (Jeannine) Schoenfelder of Huron, Jim (Brenda) Schoenfelder of Iroquois, Peggy (Paul) Jungers of Watertown, Cecile (Jeff) Zwanziger of Huron, Tom (Amy) Schoenfelder of Cavour, John (Michelle) Schoenfelder of Iroquois, and Julie (Jason Golder) Schoenfelder of Bridgewater; 42 grandchildren; 43 great-grandchildren; brother, Joe (JoAnne) McTighe of Maurine; three sisters, Helen Nuzum of Longview, Wash., Amy (John) Gruntmeir of DeSmet, and Elizabeth (Juno) Sundstrom of Deadwood; sister-in-law, Joyce Schoenfelder of DeSmet; and many nieces and nephews.
Dorothy was preceded in death by her parents; her husband, Lester, in 1980; granddaughter, Rebecca Schoenfelder; brother, James McTighe; and seven sisters, Martha McQuirk, Geraldine Salem, Rita McTighe, Gertrude Timmons, Jeanne Estergard, Sister Mari McTighe and Martina Krentz.

View from the Barnyard

Recliner Marathons — Retirement — Cultural Escape (Literally)

This weekend promised to be quite like others that had passed leaving us all yearning for spring weather. It has been decided at Van Dykes that mother nature must be menopausal. If we have to run our furnaces ‘til June again, I might scream.
Saturday found Georgia, Gay and I settled in for six hours of binge watching of the third season of the HBO series, “Game of Thrones.” The new season starts this week, so we’re committed to six hours of solid blood-shed, nudity, sex and back-stabbing. Georgia doesn’t taste her wine ‘til they break out the first ale (well sometimes, maybe).
Congratulations to Dick Authier for being inducted into the South Dakota Basketball Hall of Fame on Saturday. I hated to miss the occasion, but was glad that other Woony people I knew attended. Hope someone got a good picture of your moment in history.
Saturday night found me at Twin Lakes for my cousin (and mailman), Craig Olson’s retirement party. The weatherman graced us with a sunny day and Claude even attended without threats on my part or the use of a cattle prod. (I think he’s kinda like Punxsutawney Phil, the groundhog, sticking his head out to socialize for spring.) I hope Craig doesn’t hold it against me that I never put chocolate chip cookies in the mailbox for him. Instead he got a daily dose of an irate Blue Heeler. (Craig has an excellent tale of being bitten during sweet corn season by Claude’s dog).
We all have mixed emotions of Craig’s departure from Woony. We selfishly want him to stay in the fold but know he feels he has to start a whole new life without Jill by his side. Their house is filled with too many memories to dwell in alone. He will now head to the Sioux Falls area and will be employed at a golf course. I informed him that was fun and not a job. He can golf to his heart’s content for free. Sounds like buddy, Kenny Bennett, will still have to pay. That sucks to be you, “Bunger.” (He-he.)
Craig had a bit of brotherly payback that night when his co-worker mistook Doug (five years younger, I may add) as Craig’s son! I had the pleasure of sharing a table with Julie Scott from Artesian. I quickly stated to her surprise that she “looked Catholic to me.” (Gay told her I have no filter on my mouth.) Julie is shaping up her life with a move to Mitchell and hopefully, will stay out past 10 p.m. I told her she couldn’t hang out with me then, that was way too late.
We discussed how hard it is for shy people, whether single, divorced or having lost their life-long spouse, to enter a party with a room full of people or a bar by yourself. Sometimes I’m glad that I’ve always been a brazen hussy and do not have fears of being solo. I am quite comfortable striking up conversations with strangers. I’m a born “visitor” and I want to hear their life story. True to form, I departed by 8:30 p.m., but LaMae Peterson surmised that at parties there are people who are “starters and enders.” I’m a starter and Soop is an ender. I bet I felt better on Sunday.
Sunday, Esther and I attended Les Miserables, the play DWU put on. I arrived a half hour early because I’m a stickler for punctuality and wanted to get a good seat. Esther is a run-in-at-the-last-minute type of woman. She was beyond fashionably late with five minutes to go. (I couldn’t chafe, she was held up by a renter.) We seated ourselves in the last two chairs behind the Red Hat Society.
I love musicals, but I quickly discovered this one was just not my cup of tea. The cast was talented, but I thought to myself, “Am I that hard of hearing, ‘cuz I can’t understand 75 percent of what they are singing?” I reluctantly admitted it to Esther and was relieved to hear that she couldn’t either. The solos were ok, but groups sang so fast it was hard to catch. An hour into the play, I whispered to Esther about bailing. She acknowledged she wouldn’t be against the plan, so for once, being tardy was a good thing. We skulked out the back like thieves in the night.
We grabbed a bit of sunshine with friends at Thirsty’s. I rewarded Myron Grosz with a kiss on the cheek for once again buying our beer. Patti wondered what I would do for a mixed drink (definitely a kiss on the lips). Esther surmised that if he had gifted me a bottle of wine, I no doubt would go “all the way.”
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