Roger John Pischner
Roger John Pischner, 64, a lifetime resident of Charlevoix, died Dec. 6,
2000, at Northern Michigan Hospital in Petoskey.
Mass of the Resurrection will be held at 11 a.m. Saturday, Dec. 9, at St.
Mary’s Catholic Church in Charlevoix with the Rev. Thomas Neis officiating.
Burial will follow in St. Mary’s Cemetery.
Roger was born June 19, 1936, in Cheboygan, Mich., the son of Emil and
Dolores (Gillespie) Pischner. He attended Charlevoix Area High School,
graduating in 1955.
In 1955, began working for D-M-E Co., where he worked until his retirement in
1997.
On Sept. 30, 1961, he married Constance Marie Oleksy.
He was a member of St. Mary’s Church, American Legion Leslie T. Shapton
Post 226, Knights of Columbus Pierre de Charlevoix No. 7172, and Charlevoix Area
Buffs (a model airplane club).
Roger will be remembered most for his sense of humor and ability to make
others laugh.
Survivors include his wife, Connie, of Charlevoix; two sons, Francis (Pamela)
of Naples, Fla., and Michael (Amy Jo) of Charlevoix; two daughters, Lisa (Steve)
Kindt of Ossineke, Mich., and Amy (Chris) Putman of Charlevoix; 10
grandchildren, Natalee, Lacee, Krista, Nicole, Kelsey, Jonathon, Nathan,
Kimberly, Kourtney and Austin; and one brother, Barry (Marylee) Pischner, of
Beaver Island and Grand Rapids.
Roger was preceded in death by his sister, Joanne Pearl.
Memorial contributions may be made to St. Mary’s Playground Fund.
Volleyball/Basketball Season Starts
The beaches are empty, waves no longer
reaching out to tickle the toes of cautious swimmers, the trees have slipped off
their dresses of glorious colors and are now stretching long, thin fingers up to
scratch the gray bellies of heavy snow clouds. The gift shops and summer
restaurants are closed for the season. The ferry is finishing up its' runs
loading with supplies for the long months ahead. We won't be seeing it
again until April. Freezers and pantries are filled and woodpiles are
stacked high. On most days you could shoot a cannonball down Main Street
and hit nothing, not even a stray dog. Winter has come to Beaver
Island.
