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A lot has been written, not nearly enough. Dr. Zuelke was up late at the Jesuit Auction the night before my second son was born. He had convinced me to have a student nurse follow my pregnancy and delivery. I was 27, she was 21 and partying the night Jason Warden was born. They had to be awakened in order to be there for the delivery. Dr. Zuelke slept in the room next to me. I shall never forget his wonder and enthusiasm, much of which women today miss. Paul treated me like a daughter and I loved him; My name then was Warden; now Burgard. He delivered Christopher and Jason in 1972 and 1975 respecitively. I will forever remember his kindness and his reassuring voice and touch. He got as excited as I did when he first heard Chris's heartbeat. He as that kind of man. Thank you for letting me share. Marilyn Burgard.

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Anna Fraine
15 years ago

Anna Fraine interpreting through ASL

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Anonymous
16 years ago

My mom used to work with Dr. Zulke, and he delivered both my sister and I over 20 years ago. She has always had such great and inspiring stories about him. I know he will be missed by many people, and his family is our prayers.

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Tia Marie
16 years ago

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~~*RENEE*~~
16 years ago

rest peacefully in paradise!

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Anonymous
16 years ago

Dear Inarose, We were so sorry to learn today of Ed's passing. We have such lovely memories of this wonderful man. One of our favorites was his TV interview on AM Northwest, at the time of his retirement. Lots of great times will be special to us. We send our love to you and to all your family. (We live in Phoenix now and I wasn't able to find your address at the Coast. But we're certainly thinking of all the Zuelke family.) Marge and Roger Yost

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Anonymous
16 years ago

As a registered pharmacist who managed the in-house pharmacy at Marylhurst for many years, I can speak to Dr. Zuelke's caring attentiveness to his patients' needs. When he and his wife volunteered to serve with the Holy Names sisters in Lesotho, Africa, I was mightily impressed by this form of offering service in their retirement years. During the 1970s, I also taught writing and literature at St. Mary's Academy, Portland, where a few feisty, bright and innovative Zuelke daughters enlivened my classes!

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Anonymous
16 years ago

One of my students told me Ed had delivered her 3 children, and that she just loved him. Inarose, you sure shared him with a lot of women! My daughter, Nancy, worked with him at St. V. and said that a lot of the newbie doctors could take a lesson from him - it was always a pleasure to be on his team.

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Janet Zuelke
16 years ago

Jennie hosted a gathering at her home for all the grandkids that were in town on Saturday before the service. They used a flip chart to remember all the things that grandpa had taught them. This was to be used to help Jenn write her eulogy. When I got home yesterday...it was in my car so I thought you'd like to see what they wrote... Things we learned from Grandpa: Always love one another The best Shirley Temples are made with all grenadine and just a splash of 7-Up He could always relate no matter what we were talking about A good man will always bring you flowers He taught us how suck helium out of a balloon Always find the good in people Always awake and ready to get the day started He genuinely enjoyed people Don't mess with the morning paper The secret ingredient in the best pancakes is bacon grease Always stay up on current events Have opinions about everything but don't judge others Love each other no matter what Grown men can play with trains Pie is perfectly acceptable for breakfast...it is fruit after all He taught us how to make a strong drink Happy hour is 4:55 Learn how to make initials in the pancakes Never forget loving each other Whoever doesn't cook gets to do the dishes Our grandfather delivered alot of babies... our friends, our neighbors, strangers we met on airplanes and even some of our boyfriends. Love each other no matter what Dropping his name would get you in to see a doctor sooner Always make people feel special There is a difference between a Mercury and a Mercedes Always have candy in the car It's ok to sneak children candy when the parents aren't looking The best S'more maker Be humble Teach by example...never by force or intimidation Wearing plaid to any occasion is always appropriate Always made you feel like you were his favorite Love everyone no matter what

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Anonymous
16 years ago

We are friends of Janet and Forest and have had some of the family stay with us at the Big Red Barn during your family reunion. Even though we met Ed and Inarose only once we feel that we know them and what they were about....LOVE. You see we have aValentine party every year and we have a tradition and that is to have Janet read a love letter that Ed wrote to Inarose a long time ago. We have been doing this for 4 or 5 years now and we all insist that Janet read the letter everytime and everytime our eyes water, lips tremble and we are reminded to live our lives with much, much love like Ed and Inarose. Thank you so much and here is a toast to you!

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Anonymous
16 years ago

I am sad but truly able to be in a deep place of gratitude for his life and my life because I was one of his kids. My last day with him was an outing to Macleay Park…there is a wheelchair access trail that winds up the creek a bit from below the Thurman St. bridge with a lovely turnout overlooking the creek. We spent an hour there just holding hands and talking. I reminded him that this is where I used to play and catch crawdads and even tried smoking a few times. (He admonished me a bit for that last thing). I asked him if he remembered going there on a picnic on one of those hotter than normal days with all of us...mom must have made dinner and it was too hot to eat at home so we went down there where it was cool and we could play in the creek. I remember eating our dinner on the rocks with our feet in the water. He did not seem to recall that but decided that it probably did happen because it seemed like such a good idea. We agreed it was most likely mom's idea! I told him about the time Suzanne Wehrley, Christa Grimm, Lisa Cameron and I were throwing rocks trying to hit the wooden bridge by the rock house from up on dead cat’s trail and this man yelled at us and we ran like scared rabbits all the way back through the meadow to Aspen and he followed us and we were just sure we were going to be arrested or something…I remember hiding under a car in that garage that was on that lot near Grimm’s house…I even saw the guy’s feet going by as he was looking for us…geesh, I was scared that day. We, of course had no idea that we might hit someone!!! Dad just laughed and laughed at me and that story. After a time we went up to the old neighborhood and had a drink out of the fountain, stopped at all the familiar homes (ours being one of them of course) Saw that Kenny Mackenzie’s old house was for sale and he about died on the spot when he saw the price! Then when we got to the top of Franklin Ct. there were these 4 little girls selling lemonade and of course we bought some (no fresh mint leaves in his) Dad made sure they each got a quarter even though we only bought two cups…can you imagine that kids still sell lemonade for a dime? The little girls squealed with delight at their good fortune...dad and I were just as delighted. He was so grateful for the time away from Maryville and I was just grateful for the time...so very sweet to have had that time…

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Brian E
16 years ago

Thursday morning we had a family meeting to plan this ceremony, and map out our days ahead. At the end of that meeting something happened that was quintessentially Dad. Mom got our attention and then Mom told us she was fulfilling a promise that Dad had asked of her soon after his heart attack in early April. Mom proceeded to hand each one of us an envelope. Each envelope contained a check… Dad wanted to give each of us a patrimony, to give us each an inheritance, to pass something on to us. Even to the end Dad never really understood the blessings that he bestowed upon us. What then is Dad’s true patrimony? What is our inheritance? Where does Paul’s deep integrity, the high value he places on being true to his commitments, come from if not from dad? Where does Diane’s deep and abiding faith well up from if not from Dads own faith? And where did Lynne learn she could trust a man to have her back, and so be free to always be thinking about family, family and family. Or where did Rosi get this incredible commitment she has to kids and her incredible optimism about their potential? Or how is it that Kathy become a Montana girl, so deeply grounded to the earth, so imbued with the simple, deeply true wisdom, that so characterized Dad? Who else but Dad taught Janet that she could do anything with her life, and when she did magnificent things it was to be shared with others. Don’t we see Dad when we see Jeanne bringing us together, always sensitive to the requirements of hospitality, so often filled with deep peace and and joy? And is not Susie filled with Dad’s love of healing and tender compassion, and don’t we kid her because she carries Dad’s deep sensitivity. And I think of Dad, and I thank Dad, when I lean forward to listen with all the love and care I can muster to the person sitting across from me. Yes Dad has given us an inheritance, all of us have been blessed with these gifts from DAD. But wait……when I read over this list………I think that we received all of these gifts from MOM. Or was it Dad? Or mom? I think that the truth is... ALL we have been given, has come to us from both MOM and DAD. You know…when you think of it…Even the checks in the envelopes were signed by mom... You see we were all raised, us Zuelke kids, by MOM, she was always there, she spent the time in the trenches of parenting, making it happen every day, for all of us. She formed us. But never alone…never, ever, even when she was alone, she was never alone. Mom, growing up we always knew that Dad was the ground upon which you stood, Dad was the man who always had your back. Your love for each other was the rock upon which our family thrived. In some mysterious way all of the incredible gifts you gave us, all of the incredible work you did to raise us was possible because you had DAD BESIDE YOU. AND I want all of you here today to know that everything my DAD gave you, every blessing he brought forth in your life happened because he had MOM at his side. Let me tell you one story…… When I first introduced my wife, Val to my Dad, he told me how hard it had been for him to understand me or relate to me when I was choosing a life without a women to love me by my side. He told me that all he was, everything he accomplished, all of the joy and meaning in his life flowed from the truth that every day he knew he was loved and cherished by Inarose. That she was the ground upon which he stood and that she had his back. Our greatest Inheritance, the most lasting of all of our gifts, are not then the individual qualities dad blessed us with and which we each strive to live out each day, or the values we have made our own by his example, but rather our great inheritance, Dad’s lasting legacy to us, is our family. Dad along with mom created a love that was truly an example of two becoming one. That one love, MOM and DAD’s love created us. Their Love was so true, so deep that not only has it created one flesh out of two it has created one flesh out of 11. Our greatest inheritance is Our Family. And as a family we have been taught how to love one another, we have been taught to rely on each other, we have come to know that our family is the ground upon which we stand. We know our family has our back. Being Family defines us. We are Zuelke’s. Just as importantly we have learned how to forgive one another, be tolerant and respectful of each other. We have learned how to laugh with each other, and to cry, and now we are learning how to grieve with each other. We know how to give each other space, and we know when it is time to go find each other. We know how to be family first. These gifts, these lessons are our inheritance, They are Dad’s final and lasting gift to us. It was always Dad’s deepest wish that we would grow to be best friends and always choose to share our lives with each other. Family is our inheritance, this then is Dad’s patrimony. More precious then gold, more durable then diamonds, Many people look at Dad’s life work as the wonder and miracle of over 10,000 babies he delivered. But I tell you; Mom, Paul, Diane, Lynne, Rosie, Kathy, Janet, Jeanne, and Susie, we are Zuelke’s, we are family. We are Dad’s true life work. He could have left us nothing sweeter, or more precious. Dad, Thanks for our inheritance, oh and by the way……..the check was a nice thought also.

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Brian E
16 years ago

Video from Inarose and Ed's 60th Wedding Anniversary.

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Brian E
16 years ago

Video slide show from the memorial.

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Lynne Magner
16 years ago

Oh, Edward. Whenever I heard my mother address my Dad in this manner I was pretty sure he had done something that especially pleased…or displeased her. In reflecting on my Dad’s life, I remember so many “Oh, Edward” moments. My Dad loved bright colors – red plaid pants, bright yellow shirts, loud checks and stripes, wavy prints. The brighter and noisier the better. This was especially true of the golf pants he wore. In fact, many of us honored him today by wearing something red. My Dad often tried to coordinate his own outfits and would come downstairs wearing some outrageous combination of prints and plaids, prompting my mother to exclaim: “Oh, Edward, you can’t wear those together!” My Dad would reply, “Why not, they’re both the same color?” Luckily he didn’t subject my mother to his taste in clothing when he bought gifts for her. He just headed for the Town Shoppe in Uptown. I’m sure the sales ladies loved to see him coming. Once I remember her opening a gift of a dress he had bought there. It was a very fancy dress with a dark green skirt and beading and crystals on the bodice. She opened it and as she gently lifted the dress from the box she looked at my Dad with such joy and love in her eyes and softly said, “Oh, Edward”. One time he agreed to pick up pizzas for dinner on his way home from work. When he walked in the door without them we said “Where’s the pizza?” He looked puzzled and slightly confused because he knew he had picked them up from the pizza place and came to realize that he had driven off with them on the top of his car to which my mother crossly said “Oh EDWARD!” ************************** So many thoughts, memories and words that describe my Dad have been flowing through my head in the last few days. Words like curious, observant, competitive, humble and proud. My Dad was a reader. He was curious about everything. He taught us by his example the value of reading. One of my earliest memories of my Dad was going with him to the downtown Portland library on Saturdays to choose our summer reading. At Christmas my Mom did the majority of the shopping for our gifts. But we could always count on the gift of a book from Dad that we knew was selected personally by him. He read the daily paper from front to back and boy was he upset if his weekly subscription to Time Magazine did not arrive in the mail on its usual day! He was a charter member of Sports Illustrated-an original subscriber from its inception in 1954. Last week, sharing memories of Dad with my own family, my son Christopher, described him as curious and observant. Mom and Dad drove Christopher to the airport after our reunion in Bend a couple years ago and had extra time so they stopped for lunch on the way. Chris ordered sushi which completely repelled my mother. But Dad was thoroughly intrigued and watched Christopher eat every bite, asking for detailed descriptions about every ingredient contained in each piece. Dad was competitive. Most of you know he was an avid golfer. No where was he more competitive than on the golf course. It never played golf with his sons or sons-in-law without some sort of side game or bet being wagered. A few years ago, my husband Craig and I were visiting Mom and Dad in Palm Springs. Mom and I went shopping and Craig went off to play golf with Dad. Upon our return from the store, Craig greeted me, proudly displaying a partially ripped and beat up one dollar bill like a prized trophy. He gleefully stated he had won it from my Dad in a golf game. I wondered out loud if the bill became torn trying to pry it out of my Dad’s hand. That dollar bill is still in our possession and I am sure always will be. My Dad was proud…and yet he was humble. He was not proud of himself or his accomplishments. In fact, he was often perplexed at the praise given to him and the high esteem in which he was held by his friends, patients, hospital staff, colleagues and the larger community. But he was most proud of his children. He told me this often, especially in his later years. He was so proud it brought tears to his eyes. Curiously, he took no credit for what we became. He gave that recognition totally to our mom, Inarose. He was so wrong. While it’s true that Mom was our primary caregiver, nurturer and authority in our lives, Dad sprinkled us with his influence in many subtle ways. He showed us by example how to live an honorable, Christian life. I live in Minnesota and didn’t get the chance to spend a lot of time with Dad over the years. However, during the last 6 months of his life, I was blessed to be able to have many truly memorable visits with him. The most special of these, and I think my brothers and sisters would agree, were the weeks we spent individually as care givers for him. What a rare gift to be able to have quality one-on-one time in conversation with him. He didn’t know it, but it was the best gift he ever gave me. I wasn’t with my Dad when he died. I last saw him 2 weeks ago. As I left to go back to Minnesota, he told me how much he loved me. His last words to me were, “I really miss you Diane”. Oh Edward, now it is we who really miss you.

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Brian E
16 years ago

Thursday morning we had a family meeting to plan this ceremony, and map out our days ahead. At the end of that meeting something happened that was quintessentially Dad. Mom got our attention and then Mom told us she was fulfilling a promise that Dad had asked of her soon after his heart attack in early April. Mom proceeded to hand each one of us an envelope. Each envelope contained a check… Dad wanted to give each of us a patrimony, to give us each an inheritance, to pass something on to us. Even to the end Dad never really understood the blessings that he bestowed upon us. What then is Dad’s true patrimony? What is our inheritance? Where does Paul’s deep integrity, the high value he places on being true to his commitments, come from if not from dad? Where does Diane’s deep and abiding faith well up from if not from Dads own faith? And where did Lynne learn she could trust a man to have her back, and so be free to always be thinking about family, family and family. Or where did Rosi get this incredible commitment she has to kids and her incredible optimism about their potential? Or how is it that Kathy become a Montana girl, so deeply grounded to the earth, so imbued with the simple, deeply true wisdom, that so characterized Dad? Who else but Dad taught Janet that she could do anything with her life, and when she did magnificent things it was to be shared with others. Don’t we see Dad when we see Jeanne bringing us together, always sensitive to the requirements of hospitality, so often filled with deep peace and and joy? And is not Susie filled with Dad’s love of healing and tender compassion, and don’t we kid her because she carries Dad’s deep sensitivity. And I think of Dad, and I thank Dad, when I lean forward to listen with all the love and care I can muster to the person sitting across from me. Yes Dad has given us an inheritance, all of us have been blessed with these gifts from DAD. But wait……when I read over this list………I think that we received all of these gifts from MOM. Or was it Dad? Or mom? I think that the truth is... ALL we have been given, has come to us from both MOM and DAD. You know…when you think of it…Even the checks in the envelopes were signed by mom... You see we were all raised, us Zuelke kids, by MOM, she was always there, she spent the time in the trenches of parenting, making it happen every day, for all of us. She formed us. But never alone…never, ever, even when she was alone, she was never alone. Mom, growing up we always knew that Dad was the ground upon which you stood, Dad was the man who always had your back. Your love for each other was the rock upon which our family thrived. In some mysterious way all of the incredible gifts you gave us, all of the incredible work you did to raise us was possible because you had DAD BESIDE YOU. AND I want all of you here today to know that everything my DAD gave you, every blessing he brought forth in your life happened because he had MOM at his side. Let me tell you one story…… When I first introduced my wife, Val to my Dad, he told me how hard it had been for him to understand me or relate to me when I was choosing a life without a women to love me by my side. He told me that all he was, everything he accomplished, all of the joy and meaning in his life flowed from the truth that every day he knew he was loved and cherished by Inarose. That she was the ground upon which he stood and that she had his back. Our greatest Inheritance, the most lasting of all of our gifts, are not then the individual qualities dad blessed us with and which we each strive to live out each day, or the values we have made our own by his example, but rather our great inheritance, Dad’s lasting legacy to us, is our family. Dad along with mom created a love that was truly an example of two becoming one. That one love, MOM and DAD’s love created us. Their Love was so true, so deep that not only has it created one flesh out of two it has created one flesh out of 11. Our greatest inheritance is Our Family. And as a family we have been taught how to love one another, we have been taught to rely on each other, we have come to know that our family is the ground upon which we stand. We know our family has our back. Being Family defines us. We are Zuelke’s. Just as importantly we have learned how to forgive one another, be tolerant and respectful of each other. We have learned how to laugh with each other, and to cry, and now we are learning how to grieve with each other. We know how to give each other space, and we know when it is time to go find each other. We know how to be family first. These gifts, these lessons are our inheritance, They are Dad’s final and lasting gift to us. It was always Dad’s deepest wish that we would grow to be best friends and always choose to share our lives with each other. Family is our inheritance, this then is Dad’s patrimony. More precious then gold, more durable then diamonds, Many people look at Dad’s life work as the wonder and miracle of over 10,000 babies he delivered. But I tell you; Mom, Paul, Diane, Lynne, Rosie, Kathy, Janet, Jeanne, and Susie, we are Zuelke’s, we are family. We are Dad’s true life work. He could have left us nothing sweeter, or more precious. Dad, Thanks for our inheritance, oh and by the way……..the check was a nice thought also.

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Anonymous
16 years ago

Our grandfather was lucky to have 22 grandchildren and 6 great-grandchildren. We were even luckier to have him. I was his first granddaughter, after having 5 grandsons. So I often was told that I was his favorite. And I was. But the thing about my grampa, was that we were all his favorite. He made each one of us feel so special when we were with him. I remember one time we were at a family gathering and he whispered in my ear that I was his favorite girl. Imagine my surprise, when a few minutes later I heard him whispering the same thing into my cousin Emily’s ear! That’s part of what made our grampa so special- he made whoever he was with, whether it was his wife, child, grandchild, golf buddy or patient feel like they were the most important person in the world in the moments that he was with them. Over the years, we learned a lot from our grandfather. We learned that plaid was appropriate for any occasion. We learned that Happy Hour started promptly at 4:55. We learned that pie for breakfast was more than acceptable. It was fruit after all. We learned the secret to great pancakes is to fry them in a pound of bacon fat. We also learned a lot of life lessons from our grandfather. He taught us to have our own opinions and to fight for them when necessary. We learned the value of humility. My grandfather was a deeply humble man and he would have been so surprised to see all of you here today. He would have wondered what all the fuss was about, but we’ve heard stories from our friends, acquaintances, and even strangers who often through teary eyes would share the amazing impact our grandfather made in their lives. So we aren’t surprised to see each of you here. It just reinforces how lucky we are to have been his grandkids. My grandfather always saw the good in everyone. I don’t think that any of us ever heard him say something bad about anyone! He had a motto that he learned while he was in medical school “do no damage”. My grandfather told us, “In relationships with your children, your wife, and with all people you should do no damage by your speech or by gossip or by the way you treat them. Our grampa was a demonstration of this commitment each day of his life. The amazing thing is that we learned all of these things by his example – he didn’t preach to us or tell us what or how to think. You could learn a lot just by watching him. Watching how he was with our gramma showed us how to be in love. Watching him with his children showed us what fatherhood meant. Watching him with us, showed us how to make others feel special. Watching him with everyone else, showed us how to be a friend, a colleague, and a conscientious participant in our community. He inspired each of us to be our best in whatever we did. Last Monday night, I had the privilege of sitting with my grampa in his hospital room. I told him how happy I was and how happy all of my cousins were. I was able to tell him what a great role model he was. He looked me in the eye and he said – never forget to keep loving each other. I promised him that we wouldn’t. This was our grandfather’s greatest gift to his grandchildren. He showed us how to love each other unconditionally, no matter what. This will be our grandfather’s legacy and one that each of us will cherish for the rest of our lives.

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Anonymous
16 years ago

It is hard to use Ed's name without Ina Rose and to quickly include all the Zuelke family. I know of few people who have created such a loving and real family. Ed's wonderful gift is found in you, and that was the accomplishment that matter the most to him. I am blessed to know Ed and Ina Rose and some of the family, and those I don't know, I have heard the stories. It is an honor to preside at his funeral and I do that for each of you. Love, Tony Harris, SJ

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Emily
16 years ago

Grandpa was the best grandpa I could ever hope for. I remember how when ever we would go to their house he would always say, "Emily you know that you're my one of my favorite granddaughters right?" I know he said that to every granddaughter, but it still made me feel special. I also remembered how whenever we all talked about the past he would start to cry and say he wished he could have been there for more of their childhood. We all just laughed and hugged him because we knew that no matter what, he was the best father and grandfather our family could ever have. It will be very different to not have him around. But we always know that he is very happy in heaven, even if there is no ice cream.

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Grant Turner
16 years ago

http://boobookittyfunk.mine.nu:17612/stuff/bigrockcandymountain.mp3 Copy the link above and post it in your browser to listen.

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Brian E
16 years ago

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