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From:
Hanna K
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Friday, August 9, 2013
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Although I never truly knew great grandpa like everyone else but he was one of the oldest guys with the youngest hearts. I remember he'd always joke around when I saw him. He loved loved loved to golf and was just amazing in every way. Today brought together over 100 people that came from 2 outstanding people. I remember running into him at a Walmart a few years ago, you don't see that many 90 year olds just going around Walmart by themselves! Great grandpa Woody is an amazing person that was here with us all throughout today. I don't know if everyone noticed but after the soldiers fired off the 21 shots, the sun came out and I could feel warmth on my back for 5 minutes. Then they were done and the sun went away. I am so honored to be a part of the Selsor family and couldn't ask for a better family.
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From:
Patrick Selsor
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Friday, August 9, 2013
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Grandpop was the type of man every man should strive to be.
He was brave, smart, funny, kind, stern, silly & serious & he knew
when to be all of them and when to not. The things he taught me
growing up across the field from him I try to share with my children
and they would never have had the opportunity had it not been for him.
The memories and lessons are too many to mention, but today at his
funeral I saw his greatest achievement. A giant family full of healthy,
brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews, aunts, uncles and happy
little boys and girls. All hugging each other, telling each other that they
love one another and "tracing crosses" on each others foreheads. I am
so thankful that I had him for my whole life, and so thankful that he was
the man who raised my dad and and all of the other men and women
who made all of us grandchildren the people that we are today.
I spent the day surrounded by the best people that I've ever known,
celebrating a man who took the time to have a wonderful relationship with
each and every one of us uniquely, & because of two loving
Catholic people, hopefully years down the
road, we'll all be that Grandpop or Grandmother to a giant family full of healthy
brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews, aunts, uncles and happy
little boys and girls all "tracing crosses" on each others foreheads.
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From:
Kevin Bersing
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Wednesday, August 7, 2013
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"Hawaaiiyyaahh? Juneau . . . Al-ask-ahh ! !" This was a typical greeting routine with Woody that never got old, no matter how many times we would act it out, as if it was the first time. Wow, I can't believe we won't ever be able to greet like that again, it just hasn't sunk in yet - and won't for quite a long time, I'm afraid.
Woody was such a great man, seemingly bigger than life yet he carried himself in such a humble and down to earth manner that he made you feel so comfortable and welcome every time you were lucky enough to visit with him. I truly loved trading jokes with Woody. He possessed such a sharp and quick thinking wit, always ready with the next line as you were saying something you thought was real clever to him - he had that twinkle in his eye and couldn't wait to trump your wisecrack with his!
The game of golf kinda emulates life, I think. You start out with a perfect plan, a goal and a positive idea of how you're gonna accomplish your dream of puttin :) that lil white ball in the hole. I treasure the memory of a beautiful summer day when Woody, my son (+ his Grandson) Kevin II (who was maybe 9 or 10 at the time) and I went to play at Cajun course. Woody was having an ok day, but his chippin round the green was just a bit off. After one of Woody's chip shots came up a bit short of the green, I could tell Woody was gettin a lil frustrated. Kevin who was a few yards in front of him with his shot walked over to Woody and very innocently said " Grandfather, do you want me to show you how to shoot that?" ! ! All of a sudden Woody's entire face lit up and he let out the biggest laugh. I stood there witnessing this thoroughly enjoyable and magical moment - truly priceless! ! !
Woody, we all are so fortunate to have many inspiring, wonderful memories of our time spent with you. It's truly remarkable that you were able to give so much value of yourself to so many of us, and our lives are better and happier for having known & loved you. God Bless!
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From:
Tom Selsor
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Wednesday, August 7, 2013
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From Tom Selsor: One of my fondest of memories of my Dad is the first time dad and I went hunting when I was about 10 years. It was just dad and I hunting this time. I had never seen a deer while hunting before. Dad let me wear his 357 pistol and I also had a rifle. I felt like a real man lol! We were walking down a trail and dad stopped (I was in front of him). He said "do you see that deer?" It took about 3-4 minutes for me to see it and tt was right in front of me and then ran off! We hunted all day in the rain, sat under a cedar grove and stayed pretty dry with Dad's old military ponchos. We each had a sandwich, shared an apple and a candy bar. It got dark and we went back to camp. The tent leaked and had about 5 inches of water in it. We struck camp and threw the mess in the truck of the car. The car (his black Chevy impala) would not start. Dad cleaned the battery post and then it started. Yes!!! We went to Potosi and had a hot bowl of chili and peanut butter crackers. What a beautiful time with Dad! Ill never forget it....
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From:
Marc Kolaks
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Wednesday, August 7, 2013
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Only a few memories listed here so far, but they say much of what is in my mind. Grandfather (or when Grandmother wasn't around, Grandpop) will be missed by many. Some of the things that stick out for me:
Spending a week with him and Won Truong in Potosi.
Picking up rocks in the pasture with my cousin Todd Viehland (and getting in trouble for driving the truck!)
Golfing with him and Aunt Kathy on the evening of 9/11. We had it planned and decided that no terrorist act was going to stop us. He had many words of sorrow for the terrible act and we marveled together at no planes in the sky.
Countless games of poker.
Playing BS at Truman lake with a marked deck that, at first, only he and I knew about.
Saddling up DB for a ride.
Making the hidden storage mantle for him with Jon and seeing the look on his face when we showed him how it worked.
The "Electric Salesman" award with the knife switch disconnect.
The key to the back door of the White House.
The 2 Czech pipes hanging on the wall with the award and the key.
Scrapping wax from beehive frames.
"You get a line and I'll get a pole, honey"
Having dinner at DeSoto with Morgan only 3, a few other young cousins and Grandpop taking out his teeth and grinning at the kids and then quickly putting them back in like nothing happened.
Annual 'fancy' Christmas dinners with Grandmother at our house.
And getting to visit with him all afternoon at our house on this last 4th of July.
When ever he came up in conversations with my extended family, I often just called him "Woody" when talking about him. It seemed more fitting and, to me, it was a title as much as Grandpop. You always heard "Dad", "Grandpop", "Grandfather", but with such a large family that often could be anyone....I, along with many of us, just said "Woody". We all knew who Woody was.
I'll miss you Grandfather-Grandpop-Woody
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From:
Mary Selsor-Smith
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Wednesday, August 7, 2013
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There are so many memories that I could share, here are a couple.
When you are 1 of 12 siblings the parents must work hard to stretch the money that comes in. Dad always made sure that he saved enough for Mom to buy each of us a Christmas present and most especially he ALWAYS placed his envelope in the collection basket at church on Sunday, put God first. Dad always made sure that he donated to the less fortunate in our community and various missions around the world. Dad frequently stated he wanted to be a 'strong soldier of Christ' and counted each of us as a special gift, blessing from God.
What a wonderful Father he was.....sure do love him and miss him.
With loving memories, your daughter, Mary
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From:
Shannon Sanchez
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Wednesday, August 7, 2013
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1) I hope that I have as great of a memory as Grandfather when I'm older. Every time that I saw him, even the last time in May (2013), he sang to me the "Cielito Lindo" Mexican song in Spanish. He always joked about not having a clue what the words meant, but somehow memorized the song from an old friend years ago. I will forever be able to hear his voice singing to me.
2) This past year Grandfather said something to me that I'll never forget. I told him how sorry that I was for all his suffering the last few years. He honorably said in reply, "I would never ask the good Lord to take away any of my suffering." I am so blessed to have such a brave and stoic man to call my Grandfather.
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From:
Lisa Helterbrand
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Tuesday, August 6, 2013
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Death is something we have little or no control of in life. What we do have control of is how we live our lives. Grandpop was a man who knew how to live life. As I reflect back though my 44 years, I think of the many hats that Grandpop wore. When thinking of these hats, a few come to mind: Husband, Father, Pop, Dad, Grandfather, Grandpop, Businessman, Hunter, Horseman, Pilot, American, Politician, NRA supporter, Entrepreneur, Comedian, Counselor, Philosopher, Healer, Veteran, Golfer, Pool Shark, Cardinal Fan, Leader, Story Teller and a Christian. His personality while wearing these hats is what has left a lasting impression. It is very easy to juggle different tasks in life, yet not so easy to do each of these with grace and with a wisdom that demonstrates how to act and treat others. I have many memories of time spent with Grandpop. In Desoto, there was Grandpop feeding horses, repairing fences, sharing a family meal, or looking for arrowheads. There was Birdie Lane and climbing trees, big family gatherings, and sitting out back just enjoying the yard. All of these “hats” and memories are a treasure trove implanted in my mind, where they will forever remain, and with them, came many hats that cannot be labeled with a simple title, but should be recognized as qualities that Grandpop possessed that made him, quite simply, wonderful.
Grandpop was a proud man. He was proud of his family, of his country, of his heritage and of being a Christian. He showed us all how to be proud, while at the same time having the grace of being humble and treasuring life’s blessings. He never hesitated to say out loud how grateful he was, especially for his “beautiful bride.”
Grandpop was a man with patience and faith. He not only had a tremendous faith in God that we are all familiar with, but he also had faith in each of us. He was supportive in each of our hopes and dreams. He had faith in each of us to follow our hearts and to make the right choices. A couple of years ago I was talking to Grandpop about Zach. He was asking how he was doing in college and I was telling him some events that occurred in Zach’s freshman year and how his first summer had gone. Grandpop chuckled and told me that Zach was a fine young man and he would learn life’s lessons in his own time. No one could make him learn them any faster than he was, but to trust the fact that Zach would make it through growing up in his own time. “Look at all my boys. They all have figured it out. I couldn’t make them and it took me awhile to understand that. They had to learn on their own and I was just there to guide them.” Of course, then Grandpop had to add, “Well, most of them have figured it out and thank God they have because I am still trying to grow up myself.”
Grandpop was a loving man. He taught me how to care for others, how to have compassion, and how to love. He was always happy to see you and let you know it. Usually this was communicated by giving you a hug and saying, “I am so happy you got to see me.” Then, he also had the wonderful ability to always make everyone feel like part of our family. If you brought a friend to a family gathering or just to stop by, that person would be embraced and made to feel at home and always welcome.
Grandpop was a supporter. Yes, he worked hard and supported his family, but he also stood up for causes he believed in. He believed in fairness for all, took in strangers who needed help, and was always ready to lend a hand to anyone who needed it. He encouraged each of us to follow our dreams and always let us know how proud he was of any accomplishment, no matter how small.
Grandpop was a man who enjoyed life. He did not waste life and let it pass him by. He actively participated in life to the fullest. He worked hard, but would stop to take in a pretty view, enjoy a milkshake, or play a game of poker.
Grandpop was a healer. If you were hurting and needed a hug he was there, but there are many other ways to heal spirits. Grandpop lived by the saying Laughter is the best medicine. Grandpop could always get you to smile. His corny jokes and quick-witted one-liners were sure to bring a smile to your face no matter what mood you were in. This is the quality that will stay with me and will be the one that will help me to smile when I think of him.
Though I will miss him terribly, I know that his time here was well spent. I hope that I will be able to lead a life as fulfilling as Grandpop’s was and that I will be able to share stories and memories with my children and one day, their children. I hope that I can live a long life, and share it with my spouse, just like Grandpop. One day, when we pass on ourselves and enter the gates of heaven, I know that Grandpop will be one of the very first people there, ready with a big hug, and he will say in a soft voice, “I am so happy you got to see me again.”
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From:
Gail Bowler
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Tuesday, August 6, 2013
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Grandpop was the first person to let me try to drive (well without sitting in someone's lap). He took me out into the lower horse field in Desoto (I was 10 or 11) and he hung onto the door standing on the truck step showing me what to do. I guess I had a bit of a lead foot then too because when he told me to go I hit the gas and he was hanging on for dear life practically airborn! Trying not to freak me out he told me to hit the brake - which I did pretty hard while he hung on again... He laughed and had me try again but only after he took a break and a bit more time showing me how to take it easy on the pedals! I will never forget the look on his face! :D
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Mary Selsor-Smith
Wednesday, August 7, 2013 at 12:39 AM
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This lighted candle represents the great smile Dad shared with all of us.He was always there for us..will miss him until we meet again....love you Dad, Mary
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Tuesday, August 6, 2013 at 7:56 PM
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Grandpop - you have always been so special to so many of us. We will truly miss you!
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