Douglas Clark Hinrichsen

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Douglas Clark Hinrichsen Veteran

Birth
Richfield, Sarpy County, Nebraska, USA
Death
23 Nov 2008 (aged 71)
Lincoln, Lancaster County, Nebraska, USA
Burial
Du Bois, Pawnee County, Nebraska, USA Add to Map
Plot
Sect. 97- Lot 1
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"TO LIVE IN THE HEARTS OF THOSE WE LEAVE BEHIND IS NOT TO DIE."

Sixth child of John Herman,Jr. and Mildred Elizabeth Reis Hinrichsen.
Married June 13, 1959 to Luella Blanche Chauza.
Father of Douglas Clark,Jr., Rickie Allen, Yvonne Kay and Sonja Sue.
Served in U.S.Army Reserves- Feb.2, 1958-Feb.2, 1964. Farmer and expert mason.

The Lord blessed me with just the right man in my life.
He was a man that lived life right, a beloved husband, father and grandfather. Growing up he spent many happy hours riding his horse and enjoyed that pastime in later years also. Some of his favorite times were when he was hunting, fishing and traveling with the family. He grew up on a farm, loved farming, the smell of the freshly turned earth, watching the crops grow when he cultivated them, and took great pride in his weed free fields and gardens, and loved to share with the family, always making sure the kids and grandkids had new potatoes and fresh green winter onions. Raising turkeys, ducks, geese and chickens even as a youngster, and cattle and pigs, livestock was another love. He was also a mason, working in Nebraska, Iowa and Kansas, that work will stand the test of time and shows his skills. In later years he spent a lot of time keeping his mind sharp by working crossword puzzles, he kept up with local and world affairs by reading and listening . His devotion to his family was always first on his mind. His kindness to everyone will forever linger as a pleasant memory. Though he is gone he has made his mark on our hearts and will always remain a lasting treasure. His life was gentle, but like the still water it was deep. In his heart of hearts he carried those he loved, and his hand was never weary and his step never failed in caring for those who were dependent on him. He will always be loved, remembered and forever missed by all who knew him.

"Truly a good man has gone." And a long procession followed to the cemetery where you were laid to rest. Friends, neighbors and family all respected you for your honesty, hospitality and work ethics. You knew what it took to get a job done right and did it. Always an inspiration to others. Yet taking the time to do fun things with family and friends, showing by example what really matters in life, not the material things money can buy, but being there for them in joys and sorrows always.

"There are traits of character, there are certain actions that appeal to the universal heart of humanity. They become models and are copied from generation to generation. To be beloved and remembered for such traits is to reap a rich harvest to the field of glory. To be remembered and to be praised by any one whomsoever is often counted a gain- to be esteemed by humanity at large, by human nature, as it were, is salvation itself."

Mild in temper, fair in business, neighborly, given to hospitality, a loving husband and father, always seeking more information, convincing by argument and not by bravado- such is the verdict for him in the last judgement. Truthfully might he say, as did the Roman poet, "A great part of me shall escape the empire of the tomb." Because you are still living here in our hearts, a part of you will always be with us, a part of you runs through the blood of your children and their children. You are here in sunshine and rain, remembering it takes both to make things grow. Things you loved to eat, things you loved to do, the things you said to us and did for us, they will always remain. You are still here with us ALWAYS AND FOREVER LOVED.

The Measure of a Man

Not "How did he die?"
But, "How did he live?"
Not "What did he gain?"
But, "What did he give?"
These are the units
to measure the worth
of a man, as a man,
regardless of birth.
Not "What was his station?
But, "Had he a heart?"
And "How did he play
his God given part?"
Was he ever ready
with a word of good cheer,
to bring back a smile,
to banish a tear?'
Not "What was his church?"
Nor "What was his creed?"
But, "Had he befriended
those really in need?"
Not "What did the sketch
in the newspaper say?"
But "How many were sorry
when he passed away!"
"TO LIVE IN THE HEARTS OF THOSE WE LEAVE BEHIND IS NOT TO DIE."

Sixth child of John Herman,Jr. and Mildred Elizabeth Reis Hinrichsen.
Married June 13, 1959 to Luella Blanche Chauza.
Father of Douglas Clark,Jr., Rickie Allen, Yvonne Kay and Sonja Sue.
Served in U.S.Army Reserves- Feb.2, 1958-Feb.2, 1964. Farmer and expert mason.

The Lord blessed me with just the right man in my life.
He was a man that lived life right, a beloved husband, father and grandfather. Growing up he spent many happy hours riding his horse and enjoyed that pastime in later years also. Some of his favorite times were when he was hunting, fishing and traveling with the family. He grew up on a farm, loved farming, the smell of the freshly turned earth, watching the crops grow when he cultivated them, and took great pride in his weed free fields and gardens, and loved to share with the family, always making sure the kids and grandkids had new potatoes and fresh green winter onions. Raising turkeys, ducks, geese and chickens even as a youngster, and cattle and pigs, livestock was another love. He was also a mason, working in Nebraska, Iowa and Kansas, that work will stand the test of time and shows his skills. In later years he spent a lot of time keeping his mind sharp by working crossword puzzles, he kept up with local and world affairs by reading and listening . His devotion to his family was always first on his mind. His kindness to everyone will forever linger as a pleasant memory. Though he is gone he has made his mark on our hearts and will always remain a lasting treasure. His life was gentle, but like the still water it was deep. In his heart of hearts he carried those he loved, and his hand was never weary and his step never failed in caring for those who were dependent on him. He will always be loved, remembered and forever missed by all who knew him.

"Truly a good man has gone." And a long procession followed to the cemetery where you were laid to rest. Friends, neighbors and family all respected you for your honesty, hospitality and work ethics. You knew what it took to get a job done right and did it. Always an inspiration to others. Yet taking the time to do fun things with family and friends, showing by example what really matters in life, not the material things money can buy, but being there for them in joys and sorrows always.

"There are traits of character, there are certain actions that appeal to the universal heart of humanity. They become models and are copied from generation to generation. To be beloved and remembered for such traits is to reap a rich harvest to the field of glory. To be remembered and to be praised by any one whomsoever is often counted a gain- to be esteemed by humanity at large, by human nature, as it were, is salvation itself."

Mild in temper, fair in business, neighborly, given to hospitality, a loving husband and father, always seeking more information, convincing by argument and not by bravado- such is the verdict for him in the last judgement. Truthfully might he say, as did the Roman poet, "A great part of me shall escape the empire of the tomb." Because you are still living here in our hearts, a part of you will always be with us, a part of you runs through the blood of your children and their children. You are here in sunshine and rain, remembering it takes both to make things grow. Things you loved to eat, things you loved to do, the things you said to us and did for us, they will always remain. You are still here with us ALWAYS AND FOREVER LOVED.

The Measure of a Man

Not "How did he die?"
But, "How did he live?"
Not "What did he gain?"
But, "What did he give?"
These are the units
to measure the worth
of a man, as a man,
regardless of birth.
Not "What was his station?
But, "Had he a heart?"
And "How did he play
his God given part?"
Was he ever ready
with a word of good cheer,
to bring back a smile,
to banish a tear?'
Not "What was his church?"
Nor "What was his creed?"
But, "Had he befriended
those really in need?"
Not "What did the sketch
in the newspaper say?"
But "How many were sorry
when he passed away!"

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