I met the couple on the farm while taking a photography class Benita taught. I ended up modeling for Benita as my clown character, Bubee B. Bulbenik (Yiddish for Clumsy Sweetheart). I once saw a large oil painting by Benita at the University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics in a show during the 70's or 80's. It was the clown character Bubee B. Bulbenik. I am so sad that we have lost this amazing couple. God is taking care of them now.

You are in my prayers. It is going to take some tine for you. I wll be praying God Bless Pam Webster

Arthur was a man of few words, hardly ever complaining with never a bad word to say about anyone else. Generous and very self reliant. Boy, he hated to have to ask for any help! After he was older and in a wheelchair I would have to ask him all the time if I could help do this or anything else as he so seldom would let me know there was a problem with anything.

Flowers were a passion for him as were his cats. I don't know if he could have lived without his cats. The more the merrier. If ever a stray came along Arthur couldn't wait to fill its empty tummy. Arthur was a rescue home if they were able to find him.

When Arthur's wife was alive they glorified in going all over taking photographs and developing them in their home. It was a hobby that was so much a part of who they were and Arthur got to be very good at it.

I don't think I have ever known anyone who has worked so hard doing so many different things as he had. He built a house by himself for his family many years ago and dug out a swimming pool by the shovel loads that his wife wanted. There is nothing I don't think that he wouldn't have attempted to do for her.

I want to thank Linda-Lindquist-Johnson for all the friendship that she extended to Arthur through all the past years. I know it meant so much to him receiving so many letters, cards, phone calls, and visits. I was so struck by so much attention from a non family member.

Also Arthur valued Duane Miller being such a good neighbor and would comment to me about the wonderful berries that he stopped by with. To someone in Arthur's position I know it was most appreciated. Duane is a good old fashioned neighbor you don't always see nowadays.

Arthur's Great - Grandson Aaron had taken over the snow shoveling this year and I know that Arthur appreciated that and would have gotten a kick just out of watching Aaron shovel snow.

Because of Arthur's health issues I had reason the past four yrs. to see him much more often than some of the other periods of our life. I will miss the constant connection that I have had, It certainly won't seem the same to any of us knowing that no longer is he out there if we decide to make a quick trip to visit with him.

Arthur was not a perfect man as none of us ever are with all our various faults, however the main essence of who he was in this life was kindness to both humans and animals. I think he found it easier to talk to animals however.

I have many things to be grateful to Arthur for and hope I was able to let him know how much I appreciated such things while he was still alive.

Arthur and I spent many fine hours clearing timber and working outside one summer, consuming much lemonade to help keep us going through very hot summer days. I will never forget all the good times we had, it was great!

Arthur is finally united with Benita, the love of his life. God bless you Arthur.

Arthur was a good and quiet neighbor who I wish I had gotten to know better. On occasion, I'd stop by with some of our garden produce or goodies, and he'd invite me to sit down and we would visit a bit. He loved having cats around both inside and out, wild or tame. He loved wildlife and the out of doors. For a 90+ year old, he certainly was resourceful, and was satisfied with what little he had. Despite being confined to a wheelchair this last year or two, he'd try raising tomatoes, flowers, or whatever. Seeing him heading across the street in his wheelchair to get his mail bothered me and other neighbors - we worried some car would whip around the corner and clip him! He told me once he tipped over but managed to get back in the chair. Farewell, good neighbor.

Arthur was one of few people I have ever met that I could say nothing bad about. He was stuck in his ways and lived different than most, and I had a lot of respect for him for that. Arthur would do anything to help a person, I hope that is being remembered by those he helped. Arthur was a very hard worker which also inspired me. He stayed warm in the winter with wood that he cut and split by hand, worked all summer in his massive garden and even the day that he passed, he had shoveled his own walk to the driveway while in his wheelchair. If I had my way I would make that garden last forever. My oldest memories are at the Oakdale place where Arthur lived. I regret losing the chance to learn more about Arthur and the long life he had lived. "Gone but not forgotten" R.I.P.