Rosalie Cybulski: August 30,1872 Poznan, Poland

Parents: Peter Paul Kapla: January 16, 1864 Warsau Poland.

Siblings:

Stanley: April 3, 1890 Julia: April 29, 1892 Angelina: August 23, 1894 Mildred: August 19, 1896 Frank: February 1, 1897 Sophie: May 11, 1905 Cecil: September 15, 1907 Della: April 5, 1908

Ted: November 6, 1911 Harry Paul: June 23, 1913 Joe: Will get date from Julius: June 16, 1916

MRS. KAPLA OF POUND IS DEAD. (p. 6 Marinette Eagle-Star, Saturday, March 25, 1944.

Funeral Services Monday Morning

Coleman - Mrs. Rose (Cybulski) Kapla, 72, of Pound, a native of Poland, died at 4:30 this morning at her home. She had been ill with the flu for a month and suffered a heart attack Friday which resulted in death.

Born August 30, 1872, in Poland, she came to this country at the age of eight years with her parents. She settled in Buffalo, NY and had been a resident of Pound for the past 30 years.

In 1888 she married Paul Kapla in Brown county, who died in 1924. Survivors are six sons and seven daughters. They are Lieut. Julius of the Merchant Marine, Harry and Theodore of Pound, Joseph of Green bay, Stanley of Kewaunee and Frank of Safver, PA., Mrs. Lawrence Martens of Lena, Mrs. Frank Margis of Beaver, Mrs. Martin Olsen of Buffalo, NY, Mrs. Mildred Brudnicki of Pulaski, Mrs. John Brudnicki of Milwaukee, Mrs. Angeline Teague of Lynhaven VA., and Mrs. Marvin Wols of Burbank CA. She is also survived by 34 grandchidlren and three great grandchildren.

Funeral services will be held Monday morning at 9: o'clock at St. Leo's church at Pound with Rev. V. Prud officiating. Burial will be in the church cemetery. The remains will be in state at the Neveu funeral home from this afternoon until the hour of the funeral. The rosary will be recited Sunday evening.

Keep him in your prayers. My parents said his beautiful blue eyes are fadeing they are almost white."

Upon hearing this, I was at a quandry as I felt so helpless, being so far away that I couldn't visit and the memories of our childhood at Aunt Della and Uncle Frank's just flooded my mind and so I shared a few with Nancy. Nancy said that last Sunday they visited Robert and she read my emails to him with the stories and he smiled. This made me feel better because at least I could give him a smile. Below is my email.

"Dear Nancy,
I am so sorry to hear of Robert and thank you for letting me know. I have forwarded your email to all my brothers and sisters. The cancer you speak
of is this the cancer of his tongue? He told us a little about it when we were there but I was under the impression that it had all been removed.

Robert had the bluest eyes I have ever seen in my life and when he looked at you, I felt he could see your soul, the very essence of your being. As
a youngster, I shied away from him because I was convinced he could see what I had done wrong. But I know he would have done anything for any of
us. I can still see his eyes.

With the feeding tube removed, how much time do the doctors give him? Can you suggest anything we can do for him? Robert is in our prayers, as well
as all the Margis Family. When you or your dad visit Robert, please remember me and our family to him and tell him he will never be forgotten. Remind him of the wonderful days at the river swimming and the wonderful meals his mom would prepare for us on our visits and the time we rode the horse (without permission) bareback in the pasture.....I was sore for weeks as I had never been on a horse before. My dad would walk by me and push me down on the kitchen chairs and just laugh.

There is a wonderful book I am reading entitled: A woman's touch: The fingerprints we leave
behind. Robert has left many wonderful fingerprints behind, touching many many lives. Please give him a hug and kiss from me (and all of us Martens
kids, as he would refer to us).

Uncle Frank and Aunt Della were my very favorite people growing up and their kids were almost like brothers and sisters to us. Of all our large extended
family, the Margis's were the only ones we visited with any regularity. I have many many fond memories of the farm and the river (as we referred
to it) that we would have such wonderful swimming fun on hot summer days.
Aside from Mom, Aunt Della was the best cook and we loved eating on the farm. During the summer, my brothers could take turns staying a week on
the farm and I was so envious because I so wanted to live on the farm. I still want to live on a farm. There was lots of work, but such freedom as
well.

Do you ever get up to the farm? Does Robert still own it? We visited several years ago on the foggiest night ever and it was dark and my three sisters and I were someone frightened when
John's son left and we had only the lights of the car shining thru all the fog. Something out of Steven King. But Robert called out to us and was
most hospitable. We had a wonderful visit. Give my love to all the Margis's. One day, I hope to make a quilt entitled "Aunt Della's farm".
I have it all pictured in my mind. Just have to get going and put it to fabric. And tell your dad it will include those darn geese that would chase
us all the way down to the road to go swimming. I swear that they knew we were coming and just waited until Mom and dad were out of sight and
after us they would come. I am sure the adults were in the house laughing their heads off. Wonderful memories.


Please keep me informed. And know that God is with Robert and all of you."

Nancy's Response: Hi Kathy,
John, Vivian, My parents, myself & my daughter Nicole went to see Uncle Bob today. He was sleeping when we got there, but waved to us when
he woke up. Vivian read him the letter he smiled. Then dad & John were talking about the
geese & swimming he was listening & smiling. Then went back to sleep.
We stayed for a while then left. The nurse told Vivian he's holding his own
but w/ no food it wouldn't be much longer.

One of his male nurses also told Vivian, that he never gets close to his patients but he got close to Rob. And if Rob were to pass away when he's not on his shift he want's Vivian to call him, because he considers Rob a Friend. That makes so much sense, him leaving behind many wonderful fingerprints.
Touching many, many lives.

Here are a few pics:

A letter written by Frances Mary Kapla Martens and given to me by Mary Lynn after mom's death. Mom's wisdom is wonderful. Always remember it.