THE MAZEPPA JOURNAL, Editor and Publisher: Barbara and Reider Tommeraas
FRIDAY, APRIL 27, 1956
Obituaries
MRS. THEODORE PONCELET
Mrs. Theodore Poncelet of Bellechester died at Zumbrota Community hospital Tuesday evening.
She was born Aug. 24, 1898 the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Nick J. Yungers. She lived in the Bellechester area her entire life, and attended school at St. Mary’s Bellechester. She was married to Theo. Poncelet at St. Mary’s church Sept. 9, 1924.
Mrs. Poncelet is survived by her husband; one daughter, Mrs. Donald (Donna) Knudsen of Minneapolis; three sons, Paul, Milton and Raymond, all at home; one sister, Mrs. Hubert Schmidt of Bordulac, N.D.; three brothers, John of Goodhue, Wm. of Sauk Centre, and Joseph of Red Wing, and two grandchildren.
Interment will be at St. Mary’s, Bellechester. Ferrins Funeral Home, Red Wing.
SYLVESTER L. CHRISTNACH
Services for Sylvester L. Christnach, 59, will be held at 9 a.m. at Church off the Incarnation with burial in Fort Snelling cemetery.
Mr. Christnach was a native of Mazeppa leaving here after the First World War. He was the son of Mr. and Mrs. Peter Christnach.
Mr. Christnach was a supervision in the check collection department of the Federal Reserve bank in Minneapolis, where he was employed for 35 years.
Survivors include his wife, Clara; a son, John of Minneapolis and a sister, Mrs. Nicholas Heber of Red Wing, Lloyd Oelkers of Mazeppa is a nephew.
LINCOLN SHELDON
Relatives here received word of the death of Lincoln Sheldon of Old Wives, Sask., on April 13. He suffered a stroke April 12, and never regained consciousness.
Funeral services were held Tuesday, April 17, in Moose Jaw and interment was in the family lot. Had he lived until May 11, he would have been 70 years of age.
He is survived by his mother, two daughters, a brother Claire and two sisters, Mrs. Mayme Fries and Mrs. Carrie Hetherington.
How True, Dep’t. Calendar of the Week
I can’t think of anything except the opening of the trout season, Saturday. I’ve never had the patience or knowhow for trout fishing, but this spring I’m just willing to sit on the bank and rest, and to heck with the fish.
(Bet, that’s just the time I’d catch one, too.)
