Condolences:

We have fond memories of Juliette through the years.

She was always full of fun and a joy to be around.

She will be missed by many people.

Our prayers are with all of you.

Ron and Isabel Fischer

Carol and Family,

I am sending this on behalf of my family, my Mom, Bob and Susie, Patty and Randy, my children.....we are so sorry for your loss.  I know how much you loved your Mom and I know how much you will miss her.

When you get back home to NC, we want to talk to you about having a tree or plant planted in your garden as a memorial to her.

I wish I could be with you. 

Love you,

Rose

Rose Marie Hoffmann

Dear Family,   We are so sorry to hear about your Mom.  We had received a early Christmas card from her telling of her winter plans.  I know she will be missed.  We are sorry for your loss.    Sinerely,   Linda and John Plaggemeyer         

Carol,  My prayers are with you and your family.  May the love of God give you peace and the love of your friends give you comfort. I am so very sorry about the loss of your dear Mother.

Delores Cummings

Carol and family. Your Mother was an inspiration to all. May the Good Lord be with you during this time. My prayers and thoughts are with you.

Carol when spring arrives we will get a nice rose bush or something for you're garden in memory of your Mom.

Kathy Mease

Waynesville, NC

Carol and all,

Know that our thoughts are with you during this sad time. Juletta was a joy to be around, and a tough competitor when it came to table games. She was a whiz with those 'knitting' needles, too. Come tomorrow morning, we will cook some Langdon sausage and say a little remembrance at the breakfast table.

Hugs to all,

Sabra & Jean

To the family of Juletta. My deepiest sympathy to each of you during this sad time but please know that she is now at peace in God's loving hand. With christmas now here we pray that her soal is now spending the great christmas with heavens choir. O Come Let Us Adore Him. God's blessings to all of you! Joe LaPorte

We love and miss you Juletta.  I have many fond memories playing pinnochle with you!  Your food was always wonderful, and we have many recipies from you that we will treasure. 

EULOGY Given By Her Daughter Carol at the Funeral Mass on Monday, December 28, 2009

Remembering Our Mom,

Juletta Kleinschmidt

On behalf of the Kleinschmidt family, thank you for being here today to celebrate Mom's life. A special thanks to those who traveled a distance.

If it had been mom's choice she would not have picked this time of year for us to gather here. She and I traveled to my home in western North Carolina after Thanksgiving to escape this weather. But escaping snow wasn't in God's plan. As the snowflakes continued to fall in North Carolina on December 18, I kept saying, "Mom, look how pretty the snow looks on the mountain." She didn't share my excitement, however, as her response was, "I've seen enough (blank) snow to last a lifetime."

Mom was an easy person to love, which is personified by the friends and family gathered here today. She could light up a room with her spirited personality and humor. Her petite-8 frame was cute as a button in her outfits with matching jewelry.

Juletta was the youngest of nine children raised by F.X. and Theresa Hoffarth on the family farm east of Mt. Carmel. She was an excellent student and excelled at giving oratories -- imagine that! She was proud of the fact that she completed eight grades in seven years. We're not sure which grade she skipped.

Like many of her peers, Mom wasn't able to attend high school. Had she been born a generation later, she could easily have been a teacher or an accountant. She was sharp with numbers and very intuitive.

As a teenager, mom occasionally worked as live-in help for area farm families, and at one time worked for the Dr. Mulligan family in Langdon. She often told us about working one whole summer and making enough to buy a winter coat.

Mom and Dad married in Langdon in 1944 while Dad was on furlough. They were together in New Jersey until dad was deployed to Europe. Mom then returned to Langdon. She lived with her parents and worked at the former Skogmos Store on Main Street.

After the war she and dad purchased a bulk oil business and lived in Dresden and Cando. She often said, "We started out with nothing." And then she'd tell us about the propane stove she used for cooking that she had to shake to keep it going. They eventually moved to Langdon and lived with Grandpa Hoffarth so mom could care for him. After grandpa died they continued to live in that house that once stood just a block from here.

Mom and dad went on to own two Standard Oil stations in Langdon. Mom did all the bookkeeping as well as the bulk of the child raising and all that went with maintaining a household. She also was a mom for several nieces and nephews. I still hear her say, "I don't know how I did it all." Today we'd say she was great at multi-tasking.

They moved one mile south of Langdon when dad started cattle ranching and farming full time. And when dad started selling Vermeer balers, mom was there to support him by managing a baler parts service at the house. She had a unique way of advertising her business. Remember seeing the large round hay bale in the yard with a pair of legs sticking out? And remember how her eyes would twinkle when she'd say, "Did ya hear that farmers soon won't be using round bales any more?" She couldn't wait to add the punch line. "They've discovered with round bales the cattle aren't gettin' a square meal."

With dad's failing eyesight, they moved back into Langdon in 2001 and following dad's death in December of 2007 she moved into an apartment at Wheatland Estates. She loved living there.

There are so many things I admired in mom and hope I can emulate. She enjoyed life, laughed often, and always projected a positive attitude.

A piece of her juneberry pie was worth fighting over. She was very resourceful in the kitchen, and could easily transform leftovers into a hot dish fit for a king. At this time of year, Mom always made moco bars and caramel rolls, a family tradition. She loved to share her homemade treats with others. During the past 18 months, her neighbors at Wheatland Estates often received goodies from her kitchen. "I have to feed the bachelors," Mom would say with a wink and a smile as she headed down the hall with containers filled with homemade soup, applesauce or a slice of pie.

We'll remember Mom's passion for bingo. Years ago Bingo was held at the Legion Club on Saturday nights. She'd come home from Bingo and the first thing dad would say is, "Well did you win anything?" I remember the night she came home after winning a $500 jackpot. When dad asked the question, she was ready and proudly plopped the check on his lap. "This is my new sewing machine," she said.

She also loved an occasional trip to the casino. If there's a "Sizzler" slot machine in heaven, she'll find it.

The Minnesota Twins were her baseball team. She'd usually call Mike when the Twins beat the Yankees, to rub it in. Most times, however, it was Mike calling her after the game.

Her favorite pastime was playing cards, especially pinochle, and she played to win. She was ready for the 2010 Hoffarth family reunion when she and Mary would win the Pinochle championship.

Mom would have made a great poster person for the Postal Service "Mail Moment" campaign. The highlight of her day was getting her mail and seeing if she had a card or letter.

We'll also remember Mom for her incredible will to live. There were several times when we didn't think she would make it through an illness. But mom defied the odds every time. We knew it was prayer, the love of family and friends, her fierce determination and that limburger cheese we snuck into her hospital room that sped her recovery.

Despite her various illnesses, Mom was usually the favorite patient on the hospital floor. Time after time, she'd find reason to laugh during the most dire circumstances, whether it was preparing for a colonoscopy, or summing up a hospital meal that was less than appetizing. If she liked a doctor, he got a hand crocheted dish rag. Dr. Russell, mom's favorite former Merit Care doctor, had what it took to receive an afghan.

As she got older her hearing worsened, which often led to interesting conversation. I remember a time driving in the car when Linda and I were discussing whether we'd consider getting a facelift. Mom entered the conversation from the back seat and said, "No, I'd never have a basement again." And just a few days ago we were sitting at the table eating and I asked her, "Mom, how's the tea?" She looked at me exposing her teeth in a big grin. "Not your teeth, mom, how's the tea?" We laughed so hard we cried.

One day about two weeks ago we had a terrific wind storm in North Carolina and lost electricity. We ate our dinner by candlelight and when we got into bed, mom said, "Where was Moses when the lights went out?" I repeated her question and said, "Moses who?" Mom said, "Moses from the Bible." So I said, "I don't know mom, where was Moses when the lights went out?" She replied, "In the dark." Again, we laughed til we cried.

If you ever entered my mom's Wheatland apartment, you would know that she loved angels. She used to say that while she was laying on the floor following her stroke in 2007, she prayed to her angels and said, "Angels, where the hell are you when I need you?" And just like that, dad walked in the door to help her.

Our mom was one of a kind. She was an angel in the lives of so many people. She would not want us to be sad today but to rejoice that now she too has wings. Juletta has been and always will be an angel.