Lester S. Kaltvedt

Lester S. Kaltvedt was born June 24, 1916 in Graettinger, Iowa, the son of Levi and Sadie Brekke Kaltvedt.

He married Marion Myhre on March 10, 1940 in Estherville, Iowa. They were blessed with six children. Lester farmed until 1975. After retiring they moved to Okoboji in 1976. He was a member of the Grace Lutheran Church in Spirit Lake, the Elks Club, the Farm Bureau and the Golden Kiwanis.

Lester passed away on June 14, 2004 at his home in Okoboji at the age of eighty-seven years.

Left to cherish his memory are his wife of sixty four years, Marion; daughters, Judy and Jim Valen of Spirit Lake, Karel and Sam Cannon of Dayton, OH, Holly and Albert Sherling of Estherville, IA, Robin and Rush Wierman of Phoenix, AZ; sons, Gene and Kay Kaltvedt of Estherville, IA, Larry Kaltvedt of Fountain Hills, AZ; grandchildren, Jeff Valen (Mieca), Jarrett Valen (Traci), Jennifer Dalton (Sean), Brett Kaltvedt (Tracy), B’ann Jones (Chris), Otis Kaltvedt, Kyle Kaufman (Chasity), Kristi Van Hauen (Terry) and Camy Dillard (Ron); seventeen great-grandchildren; brothers, Harold of Rockford, IL and Leon of Alexandria, MN.

Lester was preceded in death by his parents, five brothers, Lyle, Art, Orvis, Dale and Willis; two great grandchildren, Stephen Dalton and Katie Kaufman.

A CELEBRATION OF LIFE
LESTER KALTVEDT
June 24, 1916
June 14, 2004

MEMORIAL SERVICE
Grace Lutheran Church
Spirit Lake, Iowa
Friday, June 18, 2004 11:00 AM

OFFICIANT
Rev. David Bergstrom

MUSIC
Merrie Kaye Shaffer, Organist
Borning Cry and Rock Of Ages
Larry Kaltvedt & Allyn Hansen
Will You Meet Me In Heaven
Ashley McDonald, Guitar

HONORARY BEARERS
Jeff Valen
Brett Kaltvedt
Kyle Kaufman
Jarrett Valen
B’ann Jones
Kristi Van Hauen
Jennifer Dalton
Otis Kaltvedt
Camy Dillard

INTERMENT
Estherville Lutheran Cemetery
Estherville, Iowa
Family Services

 

Miss Me ~ But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little - but not too long
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared:
Miss me –but let me go.
For this journey we all must take
And each must go alone.
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart,
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss me – but let me go.