Obituary

  Fritz Moeller's funeral was held at 2:00 p.m. on Wednesday, December 17, 1969 at The First Methodist Church with Reverend Vivian Hand officiating. Randy Sailors assisted her. Mrs. George Brewer and Mrs. Glen Miller sang "Abide With Me" and "Ivory Palaces," accompanied by Mrs. Ralph Copenhaver.
  Pallbearers were Clinton Freel, Floyd Beckner, Willard Maslonka, Willim Bolton, Ralph Hightree, and Harold Hayes.
  Interment was in Evergreen Cemetery under the direction of Richendifer Funeral Home.
Ronald Fritz Moeller was born August 17, 1912 in Decatur and departed this life on December 15, 1969 at the Pender Hospital.
  He was married August 24, 1935 to Mable Schlotman in Blair. To this union were born five children. He farmed near Decatur until 1941 when he moved northeast of Walthill and farmed until 1968. He lived near Macy for one year before moving into Walthill in July of 1969. He had been ill for nine months.
  He leaves to mourn his passing his wife, Mable, and daughters, Mrs. Hugh (Dorothy) Marr of Omaha, Mrs. Duane (Margaret) Piper of Dakota City, Mrs. Larry (Barbara) Maslonka of Macy; sons, Herman (Butch) and Bobby; his mother, Mrs. Alice Moeller, a sister, Mrs. B. R. (Eula) Hamilton of South Sioux City; brothers, Ted and Eldon of Los Angeles, California, fourteen grandchildren and a host of friends and other relatives.

Eulogy: I didn't personally know Mr. Moeller but I know his son, Butch, and to have a fine son like that he must have been a fine man. I do know the he pulled his weight of the load in the community and gave his strength to the proper raising of his children to become contributing members of their communities.
  I talked to one young man who said he was a "great guy who always had time to fool with the kids. You never met him on the street but what he'd give you a big grin and a hearty hello. I hated to see this happen to him."
  I imagine he would say, "I expect to pass through this world but once . . . . Any good thing, therefore, that I can do, or any kindness that I can show, let me do it now . . . . Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.
(December 1969)