Bertha M. Sherman

Bertha M. Sherman

Bertha M. Sherman, age 96, died at Pine Valley Healthcare in Richland Center on Sunday, June 24, 2012. She was born on April 6, 1916, the daughter of John and Ora (Van Fleet) Bruckner, Sr., in Dayton Township, Richland County. Bertha attended Richland Center High School. She married Ervie Sherman on December 22, 1937, and they farmed together for many years while raising four daughters.

Bertha is survived by her daughters: Betty Bakken, Joan (Ron) Burrington, June (Rick) Zogbaum and Jeana (Bob) Briggs, 13 grandchildren, 27 great grandchildren, seven great great grandchildren, one step-great grandchild, her sister: Arlie Dieter, brother: Cecil (Joyce Williams) Bruckner, many nieces, nephews and cousins 

Bertha was preceded in death by her husband, her parents, her son in law Larry Bakken, two great grandchildren, her brother John Bruckner, Jr., her sister in law Evelyn Bruckner, brother in law Leland Dieter, nephew Paul Dieter and great nephew Lee Brown.

Bertha enjoyed gardening and loved house plants, especially African violets. She liked playing cards with family members. Bertha also enjoyed listening to her favorite singer Daniel O’Donnell, and was a member of his fan club. She enjoyed several trips with the Richland County Homemakers and several trips to Branson with her family.

Funeral services will be held at 11:30 AM on Thursday, June 28, 2012 at the PRATT MEMORIAL CHAPEL. Pastor Frederick Davison will officiate and burial will be in the Richland Center Cemetery. Friends may call at the PRATT MEMORIAL CHAPEL on Thursday morning from 9:30 AM until service time at 11:30. The family suggests memorials in Bertha’s name be directed to the Pine Valley Foundation for the electric bed project or to St. Luke Lutheran church of Richland Center. The Pratt Funeral and Cremation service is serving the family of Bertha Sherman.

Blessed are they who understand my faltering steps and palsied hand;

Blessed are they who know that my ears today must strain to catch the things they say.

Blessed are they who seem to know that my eyes are dim and my walk is slow.

Blessed are they who looked away when my coffee spilled at the table today.

Blessed are they when a cheery smile who stop to chat for a little while.

Blessed are they who never say “You’ve told that story twice today.”

Blessed are they who know the ways to bring back memories of yesterday.

Blessed are they who make it known that I’m loved, respected and not alone.

Blessed are they who ease the days of my journey Home in loving ways.