Memories of Anne Roesch Larson
Aberdeen, South Dakota
September 12, 2003
By Melvin Roesch, Roscoe, South Dakota,
This is a very solemn occasion or event. But it's really a celebration
of the life of a very compassionate lady, Tunda Anna. She was 14
when I was born, and the language at that time was German so we
called her Tunda Anna. That never changed for some of us. She has
always been very dear to all of us; in fact, she was our mentor,
a very wise advisor.
Tunda Anna never had children of her own, but we were all so fortunate
to be her children because she is the one we could always count
on to be there when we needed support, comfort and guidance. Not
only to our family, but a host of others who have benefited by knowing
A product of growing up during the depression, she experienced
struggle and much pain in her life, but it never stopped her in
sharing the load of others. She brought joy where sorrow once ruled,
smiles to replace tears, and planted flowers of happiness in hearts
where once the weeds of despair grew.
About a year ago she wrote me the last hand written letter; since
then our communications were by telephone several times a week.
In that letter in the last paragraph she stated, "I am so homesick
for my husband Lars, and my brothers and sister that I can hardly
Several days later when visiting her I questioned her about that
statement. She replied, "But remember, those who are in the
Lord never see each other for the last time." She smiled and
her face beamed.
Over the last several years every time I went to see her, before
I could ask, “How are you Tunda Anna?” she would beat
me, “Well how are you feeling?” She was always more
concerned about others than herself. Nearly 10 years ago the Doctor
told family members that due to congestive heart failure she may
only live another six months. She proved the doctors wrong. After
every heart attack—and we quit counting—during recovery
she would again smile and her eyes would beam and she would chuckle,
"I'm a survivor."
For our family she was the link that kept all of us connected.
The last of her generation in the Roesch family, she kept track
of all the nephews and nieces as well as the great nephews and nieces
and their offspring as well. She knew all the addresses, telephone
numbers, sent cards for birthdays, anniversaries and whenever misfortune
struck. Whenever we wanted to check on each other we would call
Tunda Anna and she knew because we all reported to her. She kept
all of us in her fold, always providing hope and encouragement.
Tunda Anna repeated many times "The Lord is my shepherd, that's
all I need." She knew the love of God, the wisdom of God and
the power of God, and this gave her the peace of God which she radiated
to all she came in contact with.
Tunda Anna's life is like a very good book, you get to the last
chapter and you wish there was more. She was indeed very special
and such an inspiration to all who knew her.
We all remember eating at her and Uncle Lars’ home. She was
a fabulous cook. Betty Crocker and Martha Stewart may have been
No one ever left her home hungry and after the main menu she would
pick up the plates and say with a chuckle, "Keep your fork,
for the best is yet to come."
Monday evening at 11:20 the best came, the reward she had waited
for arrived and she smiled and said, "I'm coming home, I'm
Thank you, Tunda Anna, for those precious memories. They will last
Fare well, may God bless.