Augusta Wersch

JUST CLEANING MY DECK AND REMEMBERING HOW MUCH AUGUSTA ENJOYED SITTING ON THE DECK AND JUST ENJOYING THE VIEW. I COULD ALMOST PICTURE HER SITTING THERE WITH HER BEER AND GAZING.

JUST CLEANING MY DECK AND REMEMBERING HOW MUCH AUGUSTA ENJOYED SITTING ON THE DECK AND JUST ENJOYING THE VIEW. I COULD ALMOST PICTURE HER SITTING THERE WITH HER BEER AND GAZING.

I have no specific story but just to share that Grandma was an important part of my childhood memories. I remember her smiling face and laughter the most. She loved to tease and joke. I loved to see the wonderful connection she shared with her family and my good friend Tauni. You were all so blessed to have such a wonderful, loving and fun women in your lives. She will be missed.

I have no specific story but just to share that Grandma was an important part of my childhood memories. I remember her smiling face and laughter the most. She loved to tease and joke. I loved to see the wonderful connection she shared with her family and my good friend Tauni. You were all so blessed to have such a wonderful, loving and fun women in your lives. She will be missed.

Just because I wasn't invited to your celebration of life ! Doesn't mean I loved you less ,,,you and your sister Alice always gave me hope ! Great candle light Tauni !! I remember you as a baby, and I remember how special you were to aunty Augusta !!

Just because I wasn't invited to your celebration of life ! Doesn't mean I loved you less ,,,you and your sister Alice always gave me hope ! Great candle light Tauni !! I remember you as a baby, and I remember how special you were to aunty Augusta !!

A girl could not have asked for a better grandmother! Our journey started the day I was born on March 6th, 1962. I was the first born grandchild to Augusta Piltz Wersch and Arthur Emil Wersch (whom I called Pappy). Being the first born grandchild I always felt extra special and loved. I've seen pictures where you were by my side when I was 2 weeks old smiling back at me with pride. Because my mom had to continue to work when I was a baby and toddler, you took on the role of my day time baby sitter until I was 3 years old and Bob was born. I can remember driving in the car to your house on 26th and Ainsworth street and had the turns memorized because I was too little to see out the car windows. Our days were always filled with fun adventures and you spending hours in the kitchen baking and cookings. Some of my favorite memories were when you would hang blankets over the dining room table and build forts for me where we would often have a tea party (must be why I prefer tea to coffee to this day). There was also a log house set that we would build over and over again. I remember every morning you would pour yourself a glass of beer and then you would pour a small shot glass that had a picture of a bull on the front and said "short snort" for me. The beer would sit by the kitchen sink to warm up "german style" and we would get to drink it with our lunch when I was only about 2 years old. Some of my other memories of the house on Ainsworth street were picking rhubarb in your back yard which you would cut up and let me eat raw with it dipped in sugar. We also would walk down the alley way to the big Snowball tree and pick flowers to put in your house. I now have one of those trees planted in my backyard in Sammamish. When grandpa would come home from driving the Tri Met Bus he would take me out to go on an adventure so I would "get out of your hair" while you were getting dinner ready. I recall we would walk down the boulevard of Ainsworth street going on a snake hunt. I have no idea why we were hunting for snakes because I don't really like them and they scared me, but it was just fun to spend that special time with grandpa. Pappy would constantly tease me and my memories are of the two of you contantly bantering back and forth, but as much as you seemed to be arguing I could tell from a young age that he adored you. Other memories of the house on Ainsworth street included you sending me over to Mrs Lutton's house next door where she would always offer me a piece of candy. I remember Uncle glen had a room in the upstairs attic and I was not allowed to go up there unless I was invited. Glen was 9 years older than me so he was away at school and I would have you all to myself in the mornings until he got home from school and my mom picked me up. I also remember Aunt Carol room in the back of the house where she had a vanity with make up and hair ribbons. She would fix my hair in a 60's style "updo" on top of my head that often involved a big bow and all of you would admire her work and tell me how beautiful I looked. I remember having sleep overs and sleeping on a rose colored couch in the big living room where the clock made the loudest tic toc noise all night long. You babysat me until I was 3 years old and my brother was born and then I didn't make the daily trip from SW to NE Portland everyday. The time had come for you to move out of that neighborhood becuase you didn't feel it was safe anymore. I remember driving around in the car with you and Pappy to search for a new house. Pappy was such a joker that he woudl find the most old and dilapidated house he could see on a street and tease me that you were going to move into that house at which grandma would reply "Ohhh Art, don't scare the poor girl." You finally selected a house in NE 175th Street out in Rockwood/Gresham area so that Uncle Glen could go to Reynolds high school. I was proably about 10 years old when you moved into this house and a new neighborhood. My memories of spending time with you at this house were where Bob and I would come and spend a week for you in the summers. Some of my memories include playing on the Genie Gym exercise equipment in the basement. You always regretted that was sold at a garage sale because you said it was great to exercise and stretch your back. I also remember that you always had sour chewable Vitamin C and Canadian Mints in the candy dish which I could help myself to. You would give us change to walk to the little mini mart a few blocks away to buy candy or an ice cream treat and we felt so big trying to navigate ourselves back to your house on our own. Some of my favotite memories of staying with you were the way you would tuck us into bed. You would make sure the sheets hung out on a clothes line in the back yard and smelled wonderful. The bed was always made "just so" with every wrinkle neatly pushed out and the sheets were crisp with the bed tightly made. You would come to make sure we were tucked in "snug as a bug". I'm not really sure what we did all day long, but I remeber sorting through change grandpa had collected as a bus driver and that you always watched your favorite "show" which was soap opera called One Life to Live. I can stil hear that theme song in my head to this day. The years between the 2 houses I remember you were always at my mom's house on 68th Ave for nearly every holiday or familing event including birthdays, Easter, Mother's & Father's Day, Thanksgiving and Christmas. I recall there were a few years that you and Pappy would deliver live baby ducks for Easther which I have pictures of and I'm sure my parents had to find a way to crate them. Somehow they magically disappeared or flew away because I don't recall having a PET duck that I named. My Mom must have taken on the role of family entertainment gathering beause I recall that you decided not to put up a Christmas tree anymore and aunt Carol, Uncle Dick and occasionally Uncle Glen would come in from Idaho to cele

A girl could not have asked for a better grandmother! Our journey started the day I was born on March 6th, 1962. I was the first born grandchild to Augusta Piltz Wersch and Arthur Emil Wersch (whom I called Pappy). Being the first born grandchild I always felt extra special and loved. I've seen pictures where you were by my side when I was 2 weeks old smiling back at me with pride. Because my mom had to continue to work when I was a baby and toddler, you took on the role of my day time baby sitter until I was 3 years old and Bob was born. I can remember driving in the car to your house on 26th and Ainsworth street and had the turns memorized because I was too little to see out the car windows. Our days were always filled with fun adventures and you spending hours in the kitchen baking and cookings. Some of my favorite memories were when you would hang blankets over the dining room table and build forts for me where we would often have a tea party (must be why I prefer tea to coffee to this day). There was also a log house set that we would build over and over again. I remember every morning you would pour yourself a glass of beer and then you would pour a small shot glass that had a picture of a bull on the front and said "short snort" for me. The beer would sit by the kitchen sink to warm up "german style" and we would get to drink it with our lunch when I was only about 2 years old. Some of my other memories of the house on Ainsworth street were picking rhubarb in your back yard which you would cut up and let me eat raw with it dipped in sugar. We also would walk down the alley way to the big Snowball tree and pick flowers to put in your house. I now have one of those trees planted in my backyard in Sammamish. When grandpa would come home from driving the Tri Met Bus he would take me out to go on an adventure so I would "get out of your hair" while you were getting dinner ready. I recall we would walk down the boulevard of Ainsworth street going on a snake hunt. I have no idea why we were hunting for snakes because I don't really like them and they scared me, but it was just fun to spend that special time with grandpa. Pappy would constantly tease me and my memories are of the two of you contantly bantering back and forth, but as much as you seemed to be arguing I could tell from a young age that he adored you. Other memories of the house on Ainsworth street included you sending me over to Mrs Lutton's house next door where she would always offer me a piece of candy. I remember Uncle glen had a room in the upstairs attic and I was not allowed to go up there unless I was invited. Glen was 9 years older than me so he was away at school and I would have you all to myself in the mornings until he got home from school and my mom picked me up. I also remember Aunt Carol room in the back of the house where she had a vanity with make up and hair ribbons. She would fix my hair in a 60's style "updo" on top of my head that often involved a big bow and all of you would admire her work and tell me how beautiful I looked. I remember having sleep overs and sleeping on a rose colored couch in the big living room where the clock made the loudest tic toc noise all night long. You babysat me until I was 3 years old and my brother was born and then I didn't make the daily trip from SW to NE Portland everyday. The time had come for you to move out of that neighborhood becuase you didn't feel it was safe anymore. I remember driving around in the car with you and Pappy to search for a new house. Pappy was such a joker that he woudl find the most old and dilapidated house he could see on a street and tease me that you were going to move into that house at which grandma would reply "Ohhh Art, don't scare the poor girl." You finally selected a house in NE 175th Street out in Rockwood/Gresham area so that Uncle Glen could go to Reynolds high school. I was proably about 10 years old when you moved into this house and a new neighborhood. My memories of spending time with you at this house were where Bob and I would come and spend a week for you in the summers. Some of my memories include playing on the Genie Gym exercise equipment in the basement. You always regretted that was sold at a garage sale because you said it was great to exercise and stretch your back. I also remember that you always had sour chewable Vitamin C and Canadian Mints in the candy dish which I could help myself to. You would give us change to walk to the little mini mart a few blocks away to buy candy or an ice cream treat and we felt so big trying to navigate ourselves back to your house on our own. Some of my favotite memories of staying with you were the way you would tuck us into bed. You would make sure the sheets hung out on a clothes line in the back yard and smelled wonderful. The bed was always made "just so" with every wrinkle neatly pushed out and the sheets were crisp with the bed tightly made. You would come to make sure we were tucked in "snug as a bug". I'm not really sure what we did all day long, but I remeber sorting through change grandpa had collected as a bus driver and that you always watched your favorite "show" which was soap opera called One Life to Live. I can stil hear that theme song in my head to this day. The years between the 2 houses I remember you were always at my mom's house on 68th Ave for nearly every holiday or familing event including birthdays, Easter, Mother's & Father's Day, Thanksgiving and Christmas. I recall there were a few years that you and Pappy would deliver live baby ducks for Easther which I have pictures of and I'm sure my parents had to find a way to crate them. Somehow they magically disappeared or flew away because I don't recall having a PET duck that I named. My Mom must have taken on the role of family entertainment gathering beause I recall that you decided not to put up a Christmas tree anymore and aunt Carol, Uncle Dick and occasionally Uncle Glen would come in from Idaho to cele

Candle lit by Connie Reynolds (daughter) I remember the story she told me so many times regarding her love for baseball. Her dad did not want her to participate, due to the chores of the farm. July and August were harvest time, the same time as baseball. Her typical day would be to milk the cows, and be in fields haying. She would ride one of the horses bareback about 3 miles to round up the cows, milk the cows, hurry in to eat and clean up and the baseball manager would pick her up for the games and bring her home. She was going to play baseball.

Candle lit by Connie Reynolds (daughter) I remember the story she told me so many times regarding her love for baseball. Her dad did not want her to participate, due to the chores of the farm. July and August were harvest time, the same time as baseball. Her typical day would be to milk the cows, and be in fields haying. She would ride one of the horses bareback about 3 miles to round up the cows, milk the cows, hurry in to eat and clean up and the baseball manager would pick her up for the games and bring her home. She was going to play baseball.

We miss her.

We miss her.

Our sincere condolences.

Our sincere condolences.