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Harold Dean Jenson
August 6, 1935 ~ September 15, 2017 (age 82) 82 Years Old Light a Candle
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Message from Greg and Tammy LaTour
September 21, 2017 12:41 PM
We had the privilege of knowing Harold. We loved his smile, his great sense of humor and his kindness. He will be sorely missed. Our Prayers and hugs go out to the family.
A candle was lit by Greg and Tammy LaTour
on September 21, 2017 12:39 PM
Message from Nancy Livermore
September 21, 2017 11:55 AM
My sincere and deepest sympathy to Cousin Selena, Derek, and the Jenson Family in the loss of your beloved Harold. I had the honor of meeting him and visiting with him. He was a real gentleman. He so loved his family and always had a smile. You all have the best Angel above watching over all of you. Always remember the good times. Love and prayers to all.
Message from Laura & Loren Olson
September 18, 2017 11:45 PM
Our sincere condolences to the Jenson family on your loss of this wonderful man. He stopped by earlier this spring and I'm so glad he did. Loren enjoyed the visit , although brief, as Harold was off and running, always busy. Love to you all at this sad time, our thoughts are with you.
Message from Laura & Loren Olson
September 18, 2017 11:45 PM
Our sincere condolences to the Jenson family on your loss of this wonderful man. He stopped by earlier this spring and I'm so glad he did. Loren enjoyed the visit , although brief, as Harold was off and running, always busy. Love to you all at this sad time, our thoughts are with you.
A candle was lit by George Cooper
on September 18, 2017 8:31 PM
Message from Darrell & Bart Ottman
September 18, 2017 4:41 PM
Dear June,
We are so sorry for your great loss. We always enjoyed visiting with Harold and he will be missed by many. We are keeping you and your family in our thoughts and prayers.
We are so sorry for your great loss. We always enjoyed visiting with Harold and he will be missed by many. We are keeping you and your family in our thoughts and prayers.
Message from Mary Ann
September 18, 2017 12:59 PM
God is our refuge and strength; a help that is readily found in times of distress." (Psalms 46:1) My deepest condolences to the family on the loss of your loved one. And may the above words give you some peace knowing that the Almighty God is with you to comfort and sustain you through this difficult time.
Message from Shadee
September 18, 2017 2:47 AM
I will always love you Hader !! I am so sorry for his family !! I can't put into words what he meant to me !!
And on the 8th day God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker!”. So, God made a farmer!
God said I need somebody to get up before dawn and milk cows and work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board. So, God made a farmer!
I need somebody with strong arms. Strong enough to rustle a calf, yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry and have to wait for lunch until his wife is done feeding and visiting with the ladies and telling them to be sure to come back real soon…and mean it. So, God made a farmer!
God said “I need somebody that can shape an ax handle, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire make a harness out of hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And…who, at planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty hour week by Tuesday noon. Then, pain’n from “tractor back”, put in another seventy two hours. So, God made a farmer!
God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop on mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. So, God made a farmer!
God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees, heave bails and yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink combed pullets…and who will stop his mower for an hour to mend the broken leg of a meadow lark. So, God made a farmer!
It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight…and not cut corners. Somebody to seed and weed, feed and breed…and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk. Somebody to replenish the self feeder and then finish a hard days work with a five mile drive to church. Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who’d laugh and then sigh…and then respond with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life “doing what dad does”. So, God made a farmer!
And on the 8th day God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker!”. So, God made a farmer!
God said I need somebody to get up before dawn and milk cows and work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board. So, God made a farmer!
I need somebody with strong arms. Strong enough to rustle a calf, yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry and have to wait for lunch until his wife is done feeding and visiting with the ladies and telling them to be sure to come back real soon…and mean it. So, God made a farmer!
God said “I need somebody that can shape an ax handle, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire make a harness out of hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And…who, at planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty hour week by Tuesday noon. Then, pain’n from “tractor back”, put in another seventy two hours. So, God made a farmer!
God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop on mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. So, God made a farmer!
God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees, heave bails and yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink combed pullets…and who will stop his mower for an hour to mend the broken leg of a meadow lark. So, God made a farmer!
It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight…and not cut corners. Somebody to seed and weed, feed and breed…and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk. Somebody to replenish the self feeder and then finish a hard days work with a five mile drive to church. Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who’d laugh and then sigh…and then respond with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life “doing what dad does”. So, God made a farmer!
A candle was lit by Shadee
on September 18, 2017 2:41 AM
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