Clarence C. Wilz

Clarence C. Wilz
Appleton

Age 89, died on Sunday, February 25, 2001 at Century Oaks Care Center. Clarence was born on April 20, 1911, in the Town of Harrison, son of the late Peter and Anna (Alft) Wilz. He faithfully served his country in the Air Force during World War II, in the China-Burma-India Theater. Clarence was an avid hunter and fisherman. For many years, Clarence restored and refinished antiques; mostly clocks. He is survived by his sister, Irene Kersten, Green Bay; a brother-in-law, Ben Dugas, Metairie, LA; three nephews, Louis (Sue) Captain, Oshkosh; Richard Captain, Appleton; Jack (Dianna) Kersten, DePere; and a niece, Kay (Roger) Menting, Greenleaf, WI. He was preceded in death by a brother-in-law, John Kersten; two sisters, Cecilia Wilz Dugas and Regina Wilz Captain; a nephew, Clarence Captain; and a niece, Barbara Ann Captain Thede. The Funeral Service will be held at 7:00 P.M., on Tuesday, February 27, 2001 at the funeral home, with Deacon Don Wetzel officiating. Interment will be at St. Mary’s Cemetery in Menasha. Friends will be received at the funeral home on Tuesday from 4 until 8 P.M. The family wishes to thank Pioneer Village, Century Oaks, the Seuberts, and especially his good friends Ken and Wendy Schreve, and all who kept in touch. Clarence’s sense of humor was evident in his letter writing. He wrote the following poem while in the Air Force:

Original Poem, by Wilz
Shangra Li, S-S Sak

Would like too rite of the sesons good cher. An of the plas wher ther is good ber. Of the plas where the sno is dep and clen. And the wodlan is coverd wit its wite shen. Of the deer that pla in the moons wite lite. And the russling noises in the wod at nite. Of the fish that jump in da babling brok. And fail to bit on yor temting hok. Of the ski, the son, the brds and the bes. And those bak hom who wait 4 me. The wai of da pen was not mi temtasion. And so was neglected from my eddication. So, I cannot writ of the babling brook. The laks the strems or da vare fesh hok. Thi hiways an biways, da hills and vals. Or the cosy noks wher they tel tal tals. Al I can do is set an wondar. Y absense maks the hart gro fonder.
p.s. da say the pen is mitier den the sord. Do yu tink it could get me out of this darn war???

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