Do you ever feel like you are in a boxing match, just waiting to get knocked out? As I sit here on Christmas Eve and think about how I would have described my Christmas plans had you asked me last week, I am positive that 80% (or more) of what has/will happen this week wouldn't have passed my lips. I feel like I keep getting hit with another blow even after I have barely recovered from the first.





Let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start, so we had planned to head home last week to celebrate with my family on Saturday, which happened, just not in the originally planned manner. So we left Friday morning, in the midst of ice, snow, sleet, just plain YUCK! We made it, but on the way found out that my parents had lost power, due to the lovely ice, so we would head to my grandmother's house to stay. My parents had heat, but we wanted to be able to enjoy the luxury of working toilet facilities. Since the power still wasn't on for our planned get together on Saturday my mom brought the whole dinner over to grandma's to fix. So everyone came to grandma's house instead, which turned out fine. It was nice considering the number of years it has been since we have been able to celebrate there together as a family and not having grandpa with us it was good to be at their house.
Saturday night Larry had to head back to Culver for Sunday's church service. Meanwhile, we were unable to attend church due to the ice/loss of power at my parent's church, but we were still up at 7 am because the power had gone out at grandma's now! The temperature didn't waste any time dropping and within a couple hours my dad came over to pick us up and take us to their house, along with all our clothes for the viewing. We were unsure if the funeral home even had power, but found out later they had a generator if it became needed. After several hours at my parents the power came back on, allowing us to shower and dress for the viewing.
During this time Larry had called to say he was getting ready to head back, but that he had received a call from his parents with more sad news. His grandmother, Nana, had passed away that morning. This week was getting to be too surreal to believe.
So since the power was back on the church was a go ahead for the funeral on Monday. It was so cold (below zero with wind chill) that they had most of the service in the church and a quick prayer at the cemetery. It was hard to say our final goodbyes, but we know that he is celebrating this Christmas with his Savior, born so many years ago, come to save us from our sins. The church hosted a nice dinner for the family and friends afterward, and we were soon back on the road.

Herbert William Ringenberg, 94, died on Thursday December 18, 2008 at Hickory Creek at Hicksville. He was born on July 23, 1914 in Detroit, Michigan the son of Gideon Arthur and Jessie (King) Ringenberg. He was united in marriage to Mary Ellen Seslar on March 20, 1942 at Pioneer, Ohio – celebrating their 66th wedding anniversary in 2008.
He was a graduate of Hicksville High School with the class of 1932.
He was a lifelong farmer; a member of North Scipio United Methodist Church – Harlan, Indiana; Farm Bureau Council; Board Member – Hicksville Grain Company; and enjoyed wintering in Leesburg, Florida for (16) years.
He is survived by his wife Mary Ellen; (2) daughters: Janis (Marv) Edwards – Hicksville and Cheryl (Charles) Unger – Harlan, Indiana; a son: Bruce (Martha) – Hicksville; (10) grandchildren; (9) great-grandchildren.
He was preceded in death by a sister Mabel Albertson.
Funeral services will be on Monday at 11:00 at North Scipio United Methodist Church with Rev. Keith Schreffler officiating with visitation after 10:00. Visitation also on Sunday from 2:00 – 4:00 and 6:00 – 8:00 at Smith & Brown Funeral Home of Hicksville. Burial will be at Scipio Cemetery – Harlan, Indiana.
Preferred memorials to Crippled Children & Adult Society or the church.
We have plenty to praise God for; the power was restored in time for the plans to all happen.