Birth date: Dec 3, 1918 Death date: Sep 6, 2014
Mr. Edgar Rabe, age 95, passed away Saturday morning, September 6, 2014. He was born December 3, 1918 in Shelby, MI to Carl and Anna (Dzur) Rabe. Mr. Rabe was a U.S. Army Veteran of WWII, where he served our country in Germany as Read Obituary
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Rabe (Jan): I am sorry for the loss of your father. I don't remember him that much from our teenage years (except for the '57 Chevy). However, at your 25th wedding anniversary, Fred and I had a very nice conversation with him. We are thinking of you at your time of loss.
Donna and Fred Stille
I'm granddaughter of Martha Dzur Baker, Anna sister. My thoughts and prayers with you and wish I could have mad funeral. I would love too meet with you at some point in future. I live in Coopersville, Michigan my name is Allyson Clawson and I'm the oldest daughter of Beatrice Baker. Which was Martha Dzur Bakers youngest daughter. My # 616 821-6392
I have so many sweet memories of Uncle Edgar I hardly know where to begin. I think the thing that really connected us was our mutual love of gardening. Uncle Edgar always had a garden going...and it always looked so much better my feeble attempts! Our funny little line we said to each other when we met was "how does your garden grow?" would lead to conversations about what was growing and what was not, and later when I lived in California about the difference in the climates. There would always be something new to learn from him every time I saw him. When my husband & I drove out to see him in South Dakota he had a garden out there too...and the tiniest cutest little workshop you ever did see.
He was a kind and good man, and I will miss him greatly until I see him again in that perfect garden in the sky....
Darlene, daughter of Lawrence Rabe
Mr. Rabe enjoyed the woodshop at Sunset Retirement Community very much and was always happy to talk with folks touring the shop. A kind and talented man who will be missed by the other men who work in the woodshop and more friends at Sunset.
Connie Graham, Admissions
Edgar Rabe was a perfect example of "the little engine that could". I don't believe the words 'can't, won't or quit' were even in his vocabulary. His life was one of love and generous service to God, his family and others.
As a young man he worked hard on his father's farm, tending livestock, building barns, and working the fields. With his brothers, he walked the mile or so down the country road to the one room schoolhouse for his early education. At the time of his country's need, he stepped up and served during WWII, becoming a mechanic and keeping his unit moving forward while fighting in France.
Back at home, he married a fine Christian woman and raised a family with such guidance and care that their bond cannot be broken and his loving nature lives on through them in their own lives.
He patiently nursed his wife, and bore through those dark days of her illness, knowing that a crown of glory was waiting for them both; not for that reason only, but out of the overflow of a loving heart.
He trusted the institute of marriage again, because the first one was so good, and such a blessing to his life.
He fearlessly drove the miles between his home in SD, and Texas, where they wintered, until the age of 90.
When his table saw wasn't working right, he simply took it apart, recognized the problem and fixed it, at age 92 or 93.
And whether or not he knew it would stand out as a testimony to his character, or a legacy for his descendents, we each got a little hand-made wheelbarrow that Christmas when he was 94, and he signed mine on the underside in his own sweet hand.
I treasure it, as I treasure him, mentally putting my hands on either side of his face and saying, "I love you".
May your reward in Heaven be all that our Lord has promised and more.
Well done, good and faithful servant.
Vicki Rabe Davey-daughter of Lester Rabe
Mr. Rabe was a fine Gentleman. Hard worker, pack rat, & a Hero for serving in WWII!
