Dalke, Otto (1891-1945)

Christlicher Bundesbote obituary: 1945 Mar 6 p. 14

Birth date: 1891 Sep 26

text of obituary:

Otto Dalke, Sohn von Peter und Maria Schmidt Dalke, ward am 26. Sept. 1891 in Marion County, Kansas geboren und starb am 30. Jan., 1945 in seinem Heim zu Hydro, Okla im Alter von 53 J. 4 M. und 4 Tagen. Die letzten 3 Monate litt er schwer an Krebs. In 1908 ward er getauft und schloß sich der Herold Gem. bei Cordell, Okla. an und blieb da treues Glied. Um ihn trauern seine Gattin, 5 Töchter, 1 Sohn und viel Freunde.

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Mennonite Weekly Review obituary: 1945 Feb 15 p. 3

text of obituary:

OTTO DALKE

Otto Dalke, son of Peter and Marie Schmidt Dalke, was born in Marion county, Kansas, on September 26, 1891, and departed this life in Hydro, Okla, on January 30, 1945, at the age 53 years, 4 months, and 21 days.

His last three months of life were filled with intense suffering from a cancerous condition which is believed to have caused his death.

In 1908, at the age of 17, he united with the Herold Mennonite church at Cordell, Okla., and his faith sustained him to the end.

On April 20, 1913, he was united in holy matrimony with Elizabeth Dick, and to this union seven children were born.

He was preceded in death by his father and mother, an infant son, four brother, and one sister.

Those left to mourn his passing are his devoted wife; one son, George, of the home, five daughters, Mrs. Denis Talkington, Weatherford, Okla.; Mrs. Oliver Bryan, Los Angeles, Calif.; Mrs. Jack Bryan, Hydro, Okla.; Mrs. Richard Patterson, Hydro, Okla.; and Mrs. Leo Rust, Hydro, Okla.; six brothers, Menno, Salem, Oregon; Will, Puente, Calif.; Tom, Salem, Oregon; Theodore, Ammsville [sic Aumsville], Oregon; Walter, Tulsa, Okla.; Paul, Oklahoma City, Okla.; his step-mother, Mrs. Helena Dalke, Inman, Kansas; two half-brothers, Robert, Inman, Kansas; Carl, in the armed forces overseas; 11 grandchildren and a host of friends.

I cannot say — and I will not say
That he is dead — he is just away
With a cheery smile and a wave of the hand
He has wandered into an unknown land.

And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs msut be, since he lingers there,
And you — O You — who the wildest yearn
For the old time step and glad return

Think of him faring on — as dear
In the love of there, as the love of here
think of him still as the same, I say
He is not dead — he is just away.