Isaiah 11-6 The wolf will romp with the lamb, the leopard sleep with the kid, Calf and lion will eat from the same trough, and a little child will tend them. Cow and bear will graze the same pasture, their calves and cubs grow up together, and the lion eat straw like the ox. The nursing child will crawl over rattlesnake dens, the toddler stick his hand down the hole of a serpent. Neither animal nor human will hurt or kill on my holy mountain. The whole earth will be brimming with knowing God-Alive, a living knowledge of God ocean-deep, ocean-wide.
My Dearest Mom is now in Heaven.
Feb. 26, 1916-May 5, 2007 Eunice F. Warfield, 91, passed away on Saturday, May 5, 2007 at her home in Park Rapids. Eunice Fern Bemis was born to Elsie (Rhodes) Bemis and Jessie Bemis on Feb. 26, 1916 in Akeley, Minn. Eunice attended and graduated high school in Park Rapids, at the old east side school. As a young girl, she and her family were members of the First Baptist Church, which once stood at the corner of Highways 34 and 71. She was an assistant to the county agent in Park Rapids. Eunice then moved to Minneapolis and was employed with the 3M Company. At the corner of 4th and Wabasha, she winked at Irvin F. Warfield and he flipped his tie back at her. They were married May 13, 1939 in Minneapolis. Irv and Eunice were husband and wife for over 50 years. Eunice devoted her life to her faith, her husband, and her four children, whom she loved with all her heart. Eunice will be lovingly remembered by her son, Irvin Gary (Lois) Warfield of Minneapolis, her daughter, Karen Bea (Mike) Tweeton of Apple Valley, Minn., daughter Deborah Elsa (Edward) Labonte of Park Rapids and youngest daughter, Cindy Ann (Glen) Sowalskie of Burlington, Vt. Preceding her in death were her parents, her husband Irv and her sister, Beulah. A private family service was held. Arrangements were provided by Jones-Pearson Funeral Home in Park Rapids.
Welcome! My name is DEBORAH ELSA LABONTE. The beautiful music you hear playing is the song that Ed & I chose as "our song". We danced the first dance together as Man & Wife to this melody.
Right now, my life is totally commited to the care of my Mother, Eunice Fern Warfield. She is 90 years old now, very frail, and in need of 24/7 care. Since I have a great deal of experience in this area, I am able to take good care of her. A typical day for me includes the following: I get up at odd hours of the day/evening now. Remember, I have been house-bound with my Mom for close to 10 years now. She was pretty bad before that, but now she depends on me for her very life. I must hand-feed her, slowly. I must change her catheter every 21 days. I must moniter her heart, oxygen levels, and BP. I must give her physical therapy (when I am able to do so). I must clean up her bottom like a baby as she messes in her diapers more often than not. I have no energy or desire to leave the house for other than going to the grocery store once per week. We cannot afford any help, and respite wouldn't work for me, as I sleep during the day. A friend( a petite white-haired little old lady) recently asked me how come I do that? Why don't I have a normal sleep pattern? I try to be patient with the insensitivity of people when they make such statements.She just doesn't know what it is like. Walk for 10 years in my shoes, and see how able you are to cope ? Besides all this stress, I have the stress of my husband's Illegal firing, our consequent Lawsuit, our winning said suit, and now waiting for appeal after appeal. It is for this reason you will see no photos of me in my present physical state. I am at my worse right now. Weight is way too high, and I am grey and tired. Working on this site, and placing pictures of me and mine in happier days has made me happy. Maybe one day I will not be tired and want to do more than sleep for a vacation! Ha! Caregiving is all consuming! But I'd do it all again for my Mom. She gave her all for me!
For a more in-depth look at my life story up to now, please visit the Tab "TIMELINE".
Also, please do visit my Blog which I have created for my dear husband Ed:
He successfully won his Age Discrimination Lawsuit against TEAM INDUSTRIES! But we still suffer. This is a hard time we are going through right now, but we must remember that Life is a wonderful gift, full of precious memories that should never be forgotten.I have tried to make my site very fun and interesting for you to visit! Now these memories can be shared so that you too can enjoy them forever, Please do leave a greeting ! Sign my Guestbook! I would LOVE for you to upload some photos that you would like to post also! It is so easy to do, so please try to cyber me some! I'd love to hear from you and some of your memories also! What is the strongest memory that you have of me? Thanks for dropping in! Luv, Dobi
kelly / Bella
So what is your daughter-in-law up to?? Having any affairs with married men?
From Florida... / Kerry Decker (friend)
Thank you for sharing so many of your memories. It's an amazing walk through the road of life. You have spent so any hours putting this site together. Thank you for sharing it with me and the world!-Kerry
You dont know me...nor I you / Chris Brooks (none)
I found your site in researching to make a memorial for my husband who passed away 2-15-05 and my mother on 8-10-06.
I admire you for caring for your mother. I too would have done the same. You are very fortunate and bles...
special people / Bev Karels (Friend)
Well this is to a very special woman who once sold me the greatest dog I have ever had. I first met dobi when I was looking for a Great Pyrenese dog for my husband. This woman was the kindest gentlest caring woman I have ever met. It was an hono...
Good Morning!!!! / Laurie Kommer (Best Friend )
Hi! This looks like it is fun to do. I looked at it for a little bit, I will look at this more later.
The day that Edward and I became Man and Wife is forever written in my heart. Edward and I are so alike in many ways and it seems to me as if we've known each other all our lives.
Even though I've told our "story" in the TIMELINE, I will re-tell it again here...
We drove to Fargo North Dakota one cloudy miserable day to get a marriage license.Darn it all if the Security Man wouldn't let me into the courthouse! The beeper kept going off everytime I went through the security barrier! Wouldn't you know, it was because of all the studs I had on my Western Boots, my shirt, and my silver concho belt... After a few swipes with his hand-held thingie, he figured out I was a safe bet and let me through !! Once we had our license, we learned that we would have to come back and get married in a week or so when there was an opening at the Court House. The gal gave Ed and I our License and a cute little "Bride's Bag" full of things to set up housekeeping. Small, trial sizes of laundry soap, toothpaste, etc.... It was sort of funny to me!!! Here I was 44 years old... and I was getting a blushing bride bundle!!!!
I got a Brainstorm of an idea! Ed agreed and we drove to the local Salvation Army Chapel. The Commander was just finishing a TV spot that was focusing on the upcoming Christmas Red Ketlle Kickoff. We sat down with him and told him we wanted to be married. He asked us some questions and then sat back and thought deeply.. Finally he said.. You know I promised myself I would never marry a couple again who just came in and asked off the street so to say... . I did it the last time and the woman was back in here the next year with another man asking that I marry them. But you two look like you know what you are doing. Come back in an hour and I will marry you. And so it was, in that lovely little chapel, with our kind chaplain, two witnesses and lovely music playing on the piano,, Ed and I became Man and Wife. Ed and I were always holding hands in those days! Even on the way back home to Park Rapds. I remember we stopped to have a special wedding supper at "The Red Lanturn"... We ordered Prime Rib.. Both our cuts were raw with the blubber on the meat still wiggling away!! Yuck! We never forgot our Wedding day!
NORM & YVONNE !
I first met Yvonne and Norm at "Wimpys" one cold Eventide before Christmas! Park Rapids was having it's Christmas Kickoff, with the Lighting of the Community Christmas tree, and goodies for all in all the stores! Mom and I were dressed in our fur coats with fluffy fur hats! We looked very festive! We walked into Wimpy's to get something warm, when Norm called out to Mom.. "I know this lady" Yes indeed! They went to High School together in Park Rapids, although in different grades! It had been many years since they'd seen each other and a good reunion was had by all! I got to meet Gladys his sweet wife, and "Yvonne". "Yvonne" who would become a close confident, and dear friend. Years did past, Gladys left to be with the Lord, and yet Yvonne who always thought the world of both Gladys and Norm, watched after Norm. She took him to coffee each and every day, made a good supper for him, and gave him all her attention and devotion as a good friend. Norm also now is with the Lord, and Yvonne continues to love life and enjoy it to the fullest! Even though she misses her friends Gladys and Norm, she will forever have fond memories of them and know that she made a differance in their lives! She has in mine too!
THE TORNADO ! 1953
MOM WAS PREGNANT WITH ME WHEN THIS HAPPENED TO OUR FAMILY! MOM FELT RESTLESS AND TOOK A WALK DOWN THE PRIMITIVE ROAD WE HAD. SHE HEARD A STRANGE BUZZING SOUND. LOOKING DOWN, SHE SAW SWARMS OF FLIES ALL MASSED NEAR THE GROUND. IT FRIGHTENED HER, AND SHE HIGH-TAILED IT BACK TO THE CABIN. SHE NO SOONER GOT INSIDE AND STOOD BESIDE DAD, WHEN SHE SAW THE TREES ACROSS THE LAKE FALL DOWN, AS IF SOMEONE HAD TOOK A GIGANTIC SAW AND TOPPLED THEM ALL AT ONCE! DAD YELLED TO EVERYONE.. "GET TO THE BASEMENT" !!!!! THE STORY WAS TOLD MANY, MANY TIMES TO ALL OF US. THUNDER, OUR FAITHFUL COCKER SPANIEL STAYED UNDER DAD'S HEAVY OLD BUICK AND HE WAS SAVED! BY THE TIME DAD GOT UPSTAIRS FROM THE BASEMENT (WE WERE THE ONLY CABIN ON THE LAKE THAT HAD A BASEMENT) THE OIL FURNACE'S OIL WAS INCHES AWAY FROM A FIRE THAT HAD BEEN BURNING IN THE FIREPLACE! GOD WAS WITH US ALL THAT DAY!
NEWSPAPER ARTICLE ABOUT THAT DAY!
Tornado Lashes At Two Inlets Area Heavy Loss Is Reported In Region Weigelwood, Cone Cove Are Badly Damaged Winds of tornadic velocity whipped the area around Two Inlets lake, 10 miles northwest of Park Rapids, Sunday causing heavy damage at two resorts and several private lakeside homes. Particularly hard-hit were Weigelwood Resort, owned by Mr. and Mrs. Perry Donovan, and Cone Cove Resort, owned by Harold Cone. Private lake cabins belonging to I.F. Warfield of Detroit Lakes, George Davis of Minneapolis and Bertha Fry of Rogers Heights, Ark., were also damaged. A sheep barn, owned by Mike Ronnebaum of Two Inlets vicinity was also flattened, but none of the sheep housed in the building were killed. Lesser damage was caused at the Brookside Resort, Thole's Resort and Flatten's Two Inlets Resort **** It is believed the storm struck the area sometime between 5:15 and 5:30 p.m. the wind sweeping
in from the southeast. When the wind subsided, it had left hundreds of trees strewn in its path and electrical poles down. The electrical service, which went out sometime between 6 and 1 p.m. Sunday, was restored in the vicinity early Tuesday morning, according to Jack Cook of Park Rapids, assistant manager of the Itasca-Mantrap Cooperative Electrical association, which serves the region. **** Mr. and Mrs. Donovan and their three children, Jo Ann, 13; David, 10, and Richard, 8, were at their
resort when the storm struck. "The water looked funny" recalls Mr. Donovan, just prior to the storm. He described the lake as "rough all over" with "tiny whitecaps swirling on the water." The Donovan family was in the main lodge of the resort during the storm and watched trees fall all around them and boats picked up from shore and thrown into the lake. Donovan estimated there was 50 to 75 per cent loss on the standing timber at his 33-acre resort. Trees were yanked up by their roots or snapped not far from their base.
The loss included several hundred Norway pine, spruce, balsam, basswood and oak. One small building, used for a storehouse, was demolished, while there was water damage to several cottages. Two of Donovan's boats were left in a bay of the lake. One boat was anchored out from his dock, while another had been pulled up on shore. Donovan bought Weigelwood in 1952 from A. E. Carlson of Kansas City, Mo., and he and his family had been here since April 25 readying the place for the opening of lake fishing. They wintered in Minneapolis. **** '. Another family at the lake during the storm was the I. F. Warfield family of Detroit Lakes. Mr. and Mrs. Warfield, their son, Irvin, 12, their daughter, Karen, 11, and Francine Mott, 12, of Detroit Lakes a friend of Karen's were at the cabin. The storm "seemed to take the bottom of the lake and push it up in our face," Warfield told the Enterprise Monday. A large oak table in the living room was lifted and thrown through six logs in a wall of the cabin, the Warfield's testified. During the storm, Warfield directed his wife and the children to the basement, where they wait-
ed until the wind had stopped. Mr. Warfield feels they avoided certain injury by staying there. The Warfield's had been at their cabin since Friday night and spent Saturday cleaning up the cottage and making general spring repairs. "The Warfield's believe there a guardian angel," was Mr Warfield's closing quote. **** The breezeway and garage was completely destroyed at th George Davis cottage. Mr. an Mrs. Davis had spent the weel end at the lake, but had left ft Minneapolis about an hour befoi the storm struck. Wolf Lake In Path Of Tornadic Wind The village of Wolf Lake, located about 27 miles southwest of Park Rapids in Becker county was ripped by high winds late Sunday afternoon. Doors of the Wolf Lake fire hall were blown in and the roof torn off. The roof struck the Fairway store owned by Jennie Kangas and punched two holes in the building. The fire hall and Fairway store are about 50 yards apart. Park Rapids Enterprise May 14,1953
THE DAY I MET MY BABY SISTER
ONE OF MY FIRST VERY SPECIAL MEMORIES IS THE DAY I MET MY BABY SISTER, CINDY ANN. I WAS 3 1/2 YEARS OLD. IT WAS LATE AFTERNOON IN DETROIT LAKES MINNESOTA. I REMEMBER MOM AND DAD COMING IN FROM THE CAR. MOM WAS DRESSED TO THE NINES IN A SMART BLACK DRESS WITH WHITE TRIM. DAD IN A DRESS SUIT. MOM PLACED CINDY IN A CRIB IN THE DINING ROOM. I REMEMBER THE SUN COMING THROUGH THE WINDOWS WITH SUNBEAMS FALLING DOWN AND OVER CINDY. SHE WAS SO LITTLE! I REMEMBER OPENING HER LITTLE HANDS. THE CRACKS IN THE PALMS OF HER HANDS HAD BABY POWDER IN THEM.. WHAT A MEMORY TO REMEMBER. I TURNED TO LOOK AT MOM AND DAD. THEY WERE BOTH SMILING AT ME, EACH WITH A COCKTAIL IN HAND. WOW ..
LITTLE TOMMY'S PRAYER
MY GRAMMA USED TO RECITE THIS POEM TO ME AND MY LITTLE SISTER CINDY WHEN WE WERE IN BED. GRAMMA SOMETIMES STAYED A WHILE WITH US, SO WE'D BEG HER OVER AND OVER AGAIN TO TELL THE STORY OF TOMMY; IT STILL SPEAKS TO ME TODAY OF GOD'S LOVE FOR HIS CHILDREN, EVEN WHEN WE ARE 53,GREY, AND TIRED.
In a dark and dismal alley where the sunshine never came, dwelt a little lad named Tommy, sickly, delicate, and lame. He had never yet been healthy, but had lain since he was born. Dragging out his weak existence well nigh hopeless and forlorn. He was six, was little Tommy, 'twas just five years ago, since his drunken mother dropped him and the babe was crippled so. He had never known the comfort of a mother's tender care, but her cruel blows and curses made his pain still worse to bear.
There he lay within the cellar from the morning till the night, starved, neglected, cursed, ill-treated, nought to make his dull life bright; not a single friend to love him, not a loving thing to love-- For he knew not of a Saviour or a heaven up above.
'Twas a quiet summer evening, and the alley, too, was still; Tommy's little heart was sinking, and he felt so lonely till, floating up the quiet alley, wafted inward from the street, came the sound of someone singing, sounding, oh! so clear and sweet.
Eagerly did Tommy listen as the singing came-- Oh! that he could see the singer! How he wished he wasn't lame. Then he called and shouted loudly, till the singer heard the sound, and on noting whence it issued, soon the little cripple found.
'Twas a maiden, rough and rugged, hair unkept, and naked feet, all her garments torn and ragged, her appearance far from neat."So yer called me," said the maiden, "wonder wot yer wants o' me; most folks call me Singing Jessie, wot may yer name chance to be?"
"My name's Tommy, I'm a cripple and I want to hear you sing, for it makes me feel so happy-- sing me something, anything." Jessie laughed, and answered smiling, "I can't stay here very long, but I'll sing a hymn to please you, wot I calls the Glory Song."
Then she sang to him of heaven, pearly gates, and streets of gold, where the happy angel children are not starved or nipped with cold; But where happiness and gladness never can decrease or end. And where kind and loving Jesus, is their Sovereign and their Friend.
Oh! how Tommy's eyes did glisten as he drank in every word, as it fell from Singing Jessie-- was it true what he had heard? And so anxiously he asked her,"Is there really such a place?" And a tear began to trickle down his pallid little face.
"Tommy, you're a little heathen; Why, it's up beyond the sky, and if yer will love the Saviour, yer shall go there when yer die." "Then", said Tommy, "tell me Jessie, how can I the Saviour love, when I'm down in this 'ere cellar, and He's up in heaven above?"
So the little ragged maiden who had heard at Sunday School, all about the way to heaven, and the Christian's golden rule, taught the little cripple Tommy how to love, and how to pray. Then she sang a Song of Jesus, kissed his cheek and went away.
Tommy lay within the cellar which had grown so dark and cold, thinking all about the children in the streets of shining gold. And he heeded not the darkness of that damp and chilly room, for the joy in Tommy's bosom could disperse the deepest gloom.
"Oh! if I could only see it," thought the cripple as he lay, "Jessie said that Jesus listens and I think I'll try and pray"; So he put his hands together, and he closed his little eyes, and in accents weak, yet earnest, sent this message to the skies:--
Gentle Jesus, please forgive me as I didn't know afore, that yer cared for little cripples that is weak and very poor. And I never heard of heaven till that Jessie came today, and told me all about it, so I wants to try and pray.
"Yer can see me, can't yer Jesus? Jessie told me that yer could, and I somehow must believe it, for it seems so prime and good. And she told me if I loved you, I should see yer when I die, in the bright and happy heaven that is up beyond the sky."
"Lord, I'm only just a cripple, and I'm no use here below, for I heard my mother whisper, she'd be glad if I could go; And I'm cold and hungry sometimes; And I feel so lonely too, can't yer take me, Gentle Jesus, up to heaven along o' you?"
"Oh! I'd be so good and patient, and I'd never cry or fret. And your kindness to me, Jesus, I would surely not forget; I would love you all I know of, and would never make a noise-- Can't you find me just a corner where I'll watch the other boys?"
"Oh! I think yer'll do it, Jesus, something seems to tell me so, for I feel so glad and happy, and I do so want to go. How I long to see yer, Jesus, and the children all so bright! Come and fetch me, won't yer, Jesus? Come and fetch me home tonight!"
Tommy ceased his supplication, he had told his soul's desire, and he waited for the answer till his head began to tire; then he turned towards his corner and lay huddled in a heap, closed his little eyes so gently and was quickly fast asleep.
Oh, I wish that every scoffer could have seen his little face, as he lay there in the corner,in that damp and noisome place; For his countenance was shining like an angel's fair and bright, and it seemed to fill the cellar with a holy, heavenly, light.
He had only heard of Jesus from a ragged singing girl, he might well have wondered, pondered, till his brain began to whirl; But he took it as she told it, and believed it then and there, simply trusting in the Saviour and his kind and tender care.
In the morning, when the mother came to wake her crippled boy, she discovered that his features wore a look of sweetest joy, and she shook him somewhat roughly, but the cripple's face was cold-- He had gone to join the children in the streets of shining gold.
Tommy's prayer had soon been answered, and the Angel Death had come, to remove him from his cellar to his bright and heavenly home. Where sweet comfort, joy, and gladness never can decrease or end, and where Jesus reigns eternally, his Sovereign and his Friend.