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Marie Tichelaar
Celebration of Life
Date:
Friday July 16, 2010
Time: 2:00 PM
Place:
First Christian Reformed Church, Lynden
1010 Front St., Lynden
Marie N. Tichelaar, age 87, died July 12, 2010, after suffering a severe stroke. She was born in Poltawa (Poltava), Ukraine, on January 7, 1923, as Maria Jaroschenko (Naidenowa). She lost her brothers and sisters in the famines of Stalin’s reign. When she was 18, she was taken prisoner as a forced laborer and transported to Germany. On the prison farm, she met Botte Tichelaar; together they fled to the Netherlands. They were married on May 24, 1945. The Soviets began to repatriate their citizens, treating them as traitors, some being sent to the GULAG prisons, so Botte and Marie again fled, and this time to the United States. They lived first in the Artesia-Bellflower area of California, and then moved to the Lynden area in 1953. She was a proud citizen of her adopted land. Mama loved her family unconditionally; and generously shared her flowers, seedling plants, garden produce and baked goods with all she came in contact. Marie was preceded in death by her brothers and sisters; her father, Mifodi Naidenowa; mother, Irina “Irene” Jaroschenko (Naidenowa); husband, Botte “Bert” Tichelaar; and son-in-law, Howard Hawke. Marie is survived by her children, Irene (David) Silverman of Liberty Lake, and Tillie “Penny” Hawke, Annie (Jim) Johnston and son, John (Susan) Tichelaar of Bellingham, as well as six grandchildren and three great grandchildren. The family wishes to thank the caring staff at St. Josephs Hospital, Whatcom Hospice, and the Christian Health Care Center for providing Mama and her family comfort during her last days. In lieu of flowers, please make donations to Whatcom Hospice Foundation, Bellingham, and the Christian Health Care Center in Lynden. God looked around His garden and found an empty place. He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face. He put His arms around you and lifted you to rest. God’s garden must be beautiful. He only takes the best. He knew that you were suffering. He knew you were in pain. He knew that you would never get well on earth again. He saw the road getting rough and the hills were hard to climb. So He closed your weary eyelids and whispered, “Peace be thine”… Unknown
Arranged by Moles Family Funeral Homes & Crematory
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