Minnie P. Lundberg was born on Nov. 23, 1925 in Manson, IA. Her parents were Ed Pletcher and Dora Schwartzenbruger. She had two sisters, Evelyn who died at a very young age and her older sister Marjorie. Her mother died when Minnie was very young, and Minnie lived several years with her aunt and uncle.
A favorite story was that the Manson bank was robbed by Bonnie and Clyde and 7 years-old Minnie waved at them as they raced by her home on the only road out of town.
Minnie graduated from Manson High School in 1943 and moved to Meadville, PA. where she was married to Merle Swavey for 17 years and was blessed with her only son Skip.
In 1972 she had moved to Colorado and married Robert Lundberg who was a very prominent Colorado Lion’s member. Lundberg was slated to run for International Lions Club board of directors but fell ill and passed away shortly after their marriage.
She was very active in American Legion Post 13 in Edgewater. The Zonta Club of Denver was another favorite organization that she enjoyed that empower women through service and advocacy.
She was a very active member of St. Paul’s Episcopal Church and gave freely of herself in service to the church and others. She related… “the happiest days of my life were working behind a desk helping people.” She was a long-time resident in Lakewood.
Minnie helped raise and shape the career of Tracie Renee who came to live with her for six-years, teaching her responsibility, professionalism and self-confidence.
She started work as the controller-treasurer for Kenneth King, serving as his accountant for eight years, and then working as controller and board treasurer of the Kenneth King Foundation for 15 years, retiring from that position in 2010 and remaining on the board for several more years helping the less fortunate.
Her best friend and colleague was Ardyth Fournier who she met in 1979 and their friendship lasted until Minnie’s recent death on September 1, 2019. Ardith’s son Kevin Wachter was also a close friend of Minnie’s.
Her loving son Skip, a resident of Gunnison, was at her bedside when she passed away. He found this poem while making Minnie’s funeral arrangements at St. Paul’s.
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP
by Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
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