Family Friend of Mike Ose
by Patty Paulson
Our fathers knew each other for a long time, but I think I became acquainted with the Ose family when my family moved to Echo. I was in 4th grade at the time (1955 or 56).
I remember one event that included Mike that has stuck in my memory. One time our parents went somewhere together in the evening and all of us kids -- me, my sister, Sandy, Kari, Diane, and Mike -- were "home alone" at the Ose Farm. I'm not sure of our ages, but there was safety in numbers. We had just finished playing around on the piano and when the last note was played, we heard a "thumping" noise. We all got very quiet, and we all looked at each other. At first we thought it was the piano, but then we heard the "thumping" noise again. I remember we were ALL afraid, and we all ran into the bathroom for safety. It turned out Duane had been out hunting, got back home after dark, and played a trick on us by "thumping" the side of the house.
About 2-3 years ago Mike brought his Mom to Tracy for a surprise luncheon Muriel Odden-Coulter had organized for me on one of my visits back to Minnesota. That was so nice of Mike to bring his Mom and spend the afternon with "all us women"!
Mike loved his family and he loved his animals -- that says so much about
a man. Mike will be missed by all of us who had the good fortune to know him.
Following is a poem I'd like to share entitled:
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the Dash between those years.
For the dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth,
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
So think about this long and hard;
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real,
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more,
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile,
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read
With your life's actions to rehash,
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
By Linda Ellis@1996