Edith Margaret Tatman was born on November 1, 1926 in Estherville, Iowa, the daughter of Arthur and Alma (Clausen) Shuttleworth.  She received her education in Estherville and enjoyed her class reunions through the years.

Edith was united in marriage to Richard Tatman on July 9, 1947.  The couple lived in Estherville for a time while Edith worked for Dr. J.B. Osher and Richard worked at the Superior Elevator.  The couple moved to Ritter while Rich managed the Ritter Farmers Elevator for 38 years.  They then moved into their home on Lake Okoboji.

She was a member of the Spirit Lake Methodist Church and P.E.O.  She will be remembered for enjoying her bridge clubs, her family and many friends.  In later years, Edith enjoyed reading and traveling.

Edith passed away on Sunday, September 23, 2007 at her home in Milford, IA at eighty years of age.

Edith is survived by her husband, Richard; children, Michael Tatman of Milford, IA, Kathy and her husband Jim Grannan of Cotopaxi, CO, Steven and his wife, Janet Tatman of Sheldon, IA; nine grandchildren; eight great-grandchildren; one niece, Judy DeVore of Terril, IA.

She was preceded in death by her parents, infant son, and her sister, Pauline Drummy.

IN CELEBRATION OF LIFE
Edith M. Tatman
November 1, 1926
September 23, 2007

SERVICES
United Methodist Church
Spirit Lake, Iowa
Wednesday, September 26, 2007   11:00AM

CLERGY
Rev. Kay Hooper

MUSIC
Precious Lord, Take My Hand
Amazing Grace
Deanna Kuiper, organist

PALLBEARERS
Edith’s grandsons
Tony Tatman
Joshua Tatman
Scott Tatman
Steven Tatman
Ryan Rickert
Trent Rickert

HONORARY BEARERS
Edith’s granddaughters
Katie Tatman
Laurel Chamberlain
JoAnna Tatman

INTERMENT
Milford Cemetery
Milford, Iowa

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 is a 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,
Bury your sorrows in doing good deeds…
Miss me…but let me go.