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Allen Joseph Fuchs
22 Nov 1931 – 14 Jan 2006
| Birth | 22 Nov 1931 |
| Death | 14 Jan 2006 |
| Cemetery | Crown Hill Cemetery Madison , Madison County , Nebraska , USA |
| Added by | Sebastian on 06 May 2025 |
| FaG | https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/13037385 |
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- Veteran ~ Army ( 25 Feb 1953 to 11 Feb 1955 ) - Enjoyed & Had a Tender-Heart for Animals ( cat, dogs, calves, etc.) - Played Harmonica in High School (One of his events was at his Senior Prom.) - Senior Comedy "No Bride for the Groom" presented Friday, April 29, 1949 with cast members: Nancy Higbee, Howard Hughes, Marcy Lee Rodekohr, Beth Groniger, Allen Fuchs, Cleone Janssen, Robert Simpson, Donna Ruegge, Margaret Grosserode, Robert Wiebelhaus, Boneta Tiedgen and Connie Decker. - - Everyone who knew Allen realized he enjoyed teasing little children for their reactions. The children had that puzzled looked of who just pulled a little mischievous act upon them. Allen would always have a smile and a little laugh observing their response. 2006 Allen Fuchs was the son of Michael & Elizabeth (Bruckner) Fuchs. He grew up on a farm in Pierce County and graduated from Battle Creek High School in 1949 and then attended Norfolk Junior College. He farmed with his Uncles in the Humphrey area before being called into the draft. He served in the US Army from 1953-1955 during the Korean Conflict. In 1956 Allen started farming in Platte County and moved southwest of Madison in 1959 and then south of Madison in 1981. Allen married Audrey Chittenden on April 12, 1958 at St. Patrick Catholic Church in Battle Creek. He lived and farmed until the late 1990's in the Madison and Humphrey area. Over the years he practiced conservation measures as minimum tillage, building terraces and tiling for which he and his wife, Audrey, received various soil and water conservation awards. In 1988 he received a Natural Resources District Conservation Award. Allen loved work, traveling, playing cards, and spending time with his family and grandchildren. He was a member of St. Francis Church in Humphrey until moving to Columbus in July of 2004 where he joined St. Bonaventure Catholic Church. Survivors included: his wife, Audrey; 1 daughter; 3 sons; 7 grandchildren; one great grandchild; 1 sister; and 1 brother. He is preceded in death by his parents. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Memorials are suggested to the St. Francis School Endowment Fund at Humphrey, Nebraska or to the Alzheimer's Association. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ - Son, Richard , Eulogy on Tuesday, January 17, 2006 ~ First, I'd like to thank my mother for taking care of Dad these last few years. It was difficult to watch Alzheimer's slowly robbing my father's abilities, at the same time it was a comfort to have him at home. Mom thinks it's ordinary. But, I know otherwise. She was complimented often for her efforts by doctors and nurses especially over the last few weeks. I also want to thank my sister and brothers for all the times they helped Mom. Funerals are time to reflect and a time to remember the life of a loved one. I started reaching back in my mind looking for memories of my father's life. While some are lost to time, many are as fresh as the day they occurred. I think the things he loved most were family and children. He particularly enjoyed family gatherings. Christmas, Thanksgiving, picnics, weddings, whatever. He liked playing cards with his father, brother, brothers-in-law, cousins, and uncles. If I recall correctly, the card game of choice in his parent's basement was "pinochle." And if you want to know what really tickled his funny bone, I'd have to say children. Whether he was teasing them, wrestling with them, or just watching them play it seemed to bring out his deepest, heartiest laugh. Just last Thanksgiving, he was stealing a balloon from his grandchildren - with the same ear-to-ear grin he had 30 years ago. As preschoolers, he often watched us kids. I still recall playing "old maid," with him on the living room sofa on cold winter days. I recall, too, being very young when he carried me out to the car for a trip to the doctor's office where I was later diagnosed with pneumonia. Growing up, particularly on a farm, is not without danger or laughter and sometimes the two are mixed. All of us kids stacked hay & Dad liked to "tease us" when taking us off the stack with the loader & attached hay sweep. I was terrified to be 15 to 20 feet off the ground as Dad would "bounce us" on the end of the hay sweep. I think of how my Dad was tied to the land and the seasons. Winter, spring, summer, and fall, there was always work to be done. I think mostly I remember my "summer father." The Dad, who was outside before I got up, read the paper at dinner (which is served at noon, of course). In fact, he once referred to reading the paper as "vacation." And after dinner, if the day was cooperating, maybe a short nap on the kitchen floor before heading back outside. I'm not sure why it was the kitchen floor, but I suspect he sat down on the top step of the stairs to put his shoes on, and then decided to lean backwards to rest a little longer. He worked countless hours in countless fields, fixed equipment, built a house, a farm, and a family. He displayed perseverance and work ethic in his daily life. Hard work was not only his way of life; it was one that he expected of his children. Back then, I often thought it was too hard; although now, I see how my childhood was easier than his. There is another thing I didn't realize as a child. I thought parents were just parents and I kind of took it for granted until many years ago when I was visiting a family friend. In the course of my conversation with him, he told me that I had good parents. I must have responded with a nod that was "a little too casual," because he immediately stopped the conversation to repeat himself - "You have very good parents." I've thought of that moment often since that time and, of course, he was right. I can tell you one more thing about my dad, although most of you probably already know - my Dad had a strong belief in God. He wouldn't miss Sunday Mass and wouldn't miss a prayer or a song during mass. And so, this evening, I'd like to thank God for the man I got to call Dad.
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