Gerald Christensen

Mary, So sorry for your loss. Cherish all your memories.

Although I haven't seen my cousin Jerry in some time, I'll never forget his laugh. To his wonderful daughters Deb and Mary, I send my heartfelt condolences. Cousin Sandy

Our Deepest Sympathy goes to you Barb and all of the many people, family and friends that have known and loved Jerry throughout his life. Jerry had wit, a fun sense of humor and was devoted to helping others. We grieve his loss. Love, Dolly and Chuck

Hello Barbara Hein and family. My name is Susan Schmitz. I am one of the daughters of Bob Schmitz who owned the Hub Men's Clothing store and hired Jerry many years ago. Speaking for the Schmitz family--the five children of Bob Schmitz grew up knowing Jerry very well. We all have excellent memories of knowing Jerry and being around him. Our sympathies to all of you. Susan

Dear Mary and Deb, Margaret and I are very sorry for your loss but your Dad's health sounds like it was time. Death can often be merciful but is never welcome. However, stories in life live on and never die. Here are a couple of them. When I was 10 years old your Dad picked me up in his convertible (way too cool) and took me to his baseball game. Along the way he asked me if I had all I needed knowing that I played little league baseball. I said that I wanted a pair of spikes (shoes with spikes used for traction) - He laughed and said I was a little young for those but said that he had something else just for me. When we got to the diamond he opened his trunk and handed me one of the greatest gifts that I ever received, an old - all broken in baseball glove. I used that unusual and fantastic four fingered glove all through the rest of my little league career. No one had one like it and that made me feel pretty dang proud! I worked at the Hub for a couple months in the fall 1968 and who could ever have a better boss than your Dad, my cousin Jerry. I came in to work on a Saturday morning and told your Dad that I just came up with tickets to the Badger football game and would have to leave at 11:00. He told me that there was a bunch of inventory to work on and that if I left I was done. I went to the game and got fired all in one swell foop (as Peter Sellers once said). But I showed up on Monday to get my job back. Your Dad put his arm around me and with a welcoming smile said "ok, get your ass back to work!". Margaret and I will be out of town and unable to attend the funeral but we wish you girls all the best and pass along our very best at this time. Your Dad was a truly great and principled man, I'd settle for that! Dan and Margaret Shillinglaw