Elsie KUTSCHKE

KUTSCHKE, Elsie Passed away in the Pembroke Regional Hospital on Sunday, February 12th, 2006 in her 86th year. Elsie Kutschke (nee Turcotte) of The Pinewood Retirement Residence, 1022 Pembroke St. E., Pembroke, beloved wife of the late Gordon H. Kutschke. Dear mother of Carolyn Jones (husband Jim), Petawawa and John Kutschke (wife Carmen), Manotick. Grandmother to Bruce Jones (wife Melissa), Blair Jones (wife Mindy), Joann Shields (husband Jeff) and Jan Moodie (husband Craig). Predeceased by grandson Thomas. Great-grandmother to Matthew, Carter, Regan, Mila, Willen, Rory & Grace. Daughter of the late Isidore Turcotte and Wilhelmina Rantz. Sister of Helen Moores, Eugene Turcotte, Edmund Turcotte, Melvin Turcotte and Elton Turcotte. Predeceased by brothers Russell, Sidney, Allan, Dexter and sisters Norma Turcotte, and June Doucette. Respecting Elsie's wishes, there will be no visitation or funeral service. A Graveside Committal Service will be held in Zion Lutheran Cemetery in the Spring of 2006. (As an expression of sympathy, donations to St. John's Lutheran Church, Petawawa would be appreciated.) Arrangements by the Malcolm, Deavitt & Binhammer Funeral Home, Pembroke. Online condolences and donations at www.malcolmanddeavitt.com. A special thanks to the staff at The Pinewood Retirement Residence and the Pembroke Regional Hospital for the wonderful care and excellent services provided. THE PLAN OF THE MASTER WEAVER Our lives are but fine weavings That God and we prepare, Each life becomes a fabric planned And fashioned in His care. We may not always see just how The weavings intertwine, but we must trust the Master's hand And follow His design. For He can view the pattern Upon the upper side, While we must look from underneath And trust in Him to guide.... Sometimes a strand of sorrow Is added to His plan. And though it's difficult for us, We still must understand That it's He who fills the shuttle, It's He who knows what's best, So we must weave in patience And leave to Him the rest...... Not till the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly Shall God unroll the canvas And explain the reason why The dark threads area as needed In the Weaver's Skillful hand As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern He has planned.