Schmidt, Leonard Aaron (1958-1974)

Mennonite Brethren Herald obituary: 1974 June 14 p. 37

Birth date: 1958 March 2

text of obituary:

LEONARD AARON SCHMIDT

Leonard was born to Daniel and Marie Schmidt of Abbotsford, B.C. area on a beautiful spring morning, March 2, 1968. He was always a very active boy, even as a toddler. He attended Upper Sumas School for seven years, and was this year in grade 10 at Yale Junior High. He was not an exceptional student but he was always in the midst of fun, noise, laughter and mischieveousness,

One night when Lenny was about 10 he came to his parents, wanting to make sure that his way to heaven was charted right . They shared John VI 6 aruJ.lI Cor. 5: 17 with him . Slowly t hey began to notice that his faith in Chris t was changing his attitudes t.owa rd life.

His family often remarked about his cheerfulness. his uniq ue sense of humor and his' willingness to help on "the" fa rm or in the kitchen. No one seemed to know how to ma ke popcorn as well as ~ did, and they enjoyed wat.ching the "Waltf-m Family " on TV munching on Lenny's popcorn.

He also loved to travel. In 1972 the Schmidt.s took Lenny along as they toured the Sout.h Pacific Rim a nd visited many interes ting countries . He especially enjoyed his fi vp weeks in the jungles of lI;tdonesia, findin g no difficulty playing with his new na ti ve Dya k friends . swimming in the river, trek king -from village to village, eating rice and chickml and sleeping on har-d wooden floors in a longhouse.

Lenny was an active boy who loved swimming , cycling, camping, skating and skiing . In .school he belonged to the "Leader 's Club." He went to be with the Lord .Jan uary :3, a t the age of 15.

He lea ves to mourn his sudden departure his pa rents , Daniel atld Marie Schmidt; four brothers: Vic , Lawrence and fiancee Janice, Da vid , a nd Orlie; two sisters: Margaret and hus ba nd John Bartel rind Sheryl; grandparents : Daniel D. Schmidts and William Wienses; as well as many uncles 'and aunts, cousins a nd friends .

(We would also like to take this opportunity to thank our many friends and relatives for their kind expressiuns of sympal.hy, and the many beautiful cards and lett.ers we received_ It is impossible to acknowledge them all, though we would like to write you each a personal note_ We also want to thank you for the Bibles that were donated in memory of Len and the money donated to the Dyak Memorial Fund in his memory, Dan and Mary Schmidt

God let me be a Mother.

I'm really thankful that our pastor said recently, "Not even Christian families are perfect ." This gives me the liberty of sharing with you the blessings of being a mother. I'm also very thankful for a Christian husband. Together we strive to create a loving Christian atmosphere in our home. My role as mother! What does it involve? Being a mother meant first of all praying for my unborn children and then looking forward with joyous eager anticipation to the birth of each one of my seven lovely babies . 1'here were hours of loving, cuddling, train- - mg and caring for them, looking forward to that first little baby smile, feeling soft, warm, cuddly little arms clinging so tenderly to me, and hearing a tiny little voice saying, "Mommy, I love you." As a mother I have had and still am having many delightful experiences: • arranging a bouquet of dandelions and buttercups and sweet clover to grace the kitchen table. • weeping with my little boy as he buries a favorite pet. • watching a hockey game at 1 a.m. and seeing my son take his place in the penalty box with others. • seeing a kangaroo (made in Boys Brigade) proudly sitting on the table on another Mother's Day with a love letter clipped to it that read: Dear mom, I love you mom for all you 've done. Thank-you for my clothes and food. Thank-you for teaching me things when I was small.

I am glad I can help at home sometime. Even if I don't show it. I am sorry for the bad things I have done. Oh, mom, allI can say is "Thank-you for everything." Love your son, Len.

(Len passed away on January 3, 1974.) • stories and prayers at bedtime, sharing with my children what Jesus meant when he said, "Let the little ones come unto me." As a mother I often realize how utterly incapable I am of this task. No amount of training seems adequate but I 'm thankful I discovered James 1:5, "If any man lack wisdom, let him ask of God, who giveth to all men liberally." Many times I've been able to put this verse to the test. As my children grow older my responsibilities and delightful experiences take on a slightly different form: • dandelions and buttercups are lovi'1g1y replaced by Easter lilies, pink hydrangeas, or a dozen red roses to celebrate some special occasion. • I listen to exciting stories of skiing stunts performed on mountaintops. • I see the proud faces of the boys when two Canada geese land on the field and they're both brought home. • being a mother means seeing the unseen tears of my child, sensing a troubled heart. • it means making beds in the mornings, kneeling at the bedside of my son or daughter, committing them totally to God and then stepping aside and observing how God is working out his plan in their lives. All too soon my children have grown up