In Loving Memory
Putt-Putt
1924 - 2005

Funeral Service WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 17, 2005, 10:30 AM
OHDE FUNERAL HOME, MANNING, IOWA

Officiating REVEREND ANDREW HOFFMANN
SACRED HEART CHURCH, MANNING, IOWA

Recorded Music "How GREAT THOU ART" "AMAZING GRACE"

Interment SACRED HEART CEMETERY, MANNING, IOWA

Casketbearers DAVE GRUNDMEIER, RON SCHILLING, FRANK WEGNER, SAM MUSFELDT, LONNIE GRAU, CURTIS GRIMM

Honorary Casketbearers JOE SONKSEN, JOE HENDERSON, EMMETT MULLEN

THE FAMILY WISHES TO EXPRESS THEIR GRATITUDE FOR YOUR KINDNESS EVIDENCED IN THOUGHT, WORD, AND DEED, AND INVITES YOU TO JOIN THEM FOR LUNCH AND FELLOWSHIP AT PAT STAHL'S HOUSE AT 417 ELM STREET FOLLOWING THE COMMITTAL SERVICE.

DRIVERS IN A FUNERAL PROCESSION MUST TURN ON VEHICLE HEADLIGHTS, DRIVE IN A CLOSE FORMATION AND BE ALERT.


Kenneth John Stahl

Kenneth John "Putt-Putt", son of Labert Julius and Hazel (Foster) Stahl, was born July 25, 1924, at Manning, Iowa. Putt-Putt was a deaf-mute and graduated from the Iowa School For The Deaf where he was subsequently employed for a number of years. He then worked with Priebe & Sons Hatchery and other produce markets in Denison and Carroll. Putt-Putt also helped with maintenance at Sacred Heart Church where he was a member.

Putt-Putt enjoyed doing crossword puzzles, driving his car and watching and attending any sporting event, particularly Manning High School football and basketball.

After suffering a fall in his home, Putt-Putt became a resident of the Manning Plaza Nursing Home in Manning, Iowa, in January of 2005, and died there on Friday, August 12, 2005. He was 81 years and 18 days of age.

Besides his parents, Putt-Putt was preceded in death by a sister Phyllis Henderson; two brothers Leslie Stahl and Labert "Bud" Stahl Jr. and a brother-in-law Leonard Frahm.

He is survived by his sister Shirley Frahm of Raeford, NC; a sister-in-law Patricia Stahl of Manning; a brother-in-law Joseph Henderson of Escondito, CA; and nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends.

 

A Bright New World
We feel so sad when those we love
Are touched by death's dark hand,
But it would ease our sorrow
If we could but understand
That death is just a gateway
That all men must pass through
And on the other side of death,
In a world that's bright and new,
Our loved ones wait to welcome us
To that land free from all tears
Where joy becomes eternal
And time is not counted by years.
HELEN STEINER RICE