Gerald Rumpel, age 71,of Isanti passed away December 21, 2009 at his home. Funeral services will be held at 2:00 P.M. Sunday, December 27th at Strike Funeral Home – Cambridge Chapel with Pastor Dale Stiles officiating. A visitation will be held from 4:00 – 7:00 P.M. Saturday, December 26th at our Cambridge Chapel. Interment will be in Fort Snelling National Cemetery on Monday.
Gerald Glen Rumpel was born April 18, 1938 in Rusheba Township, Chisago County to Lewis and Stella (Workman) Rumpel. He grew up in the Chisago and Isanti County area. Gerald served his country in the US Air Force from January 6, 1956 until June 18, 1959. He lived in lived in Louisiana and Minnesota for several years before moving to Isanti 30 years ago. He also spent several years in Colorado. Gerald worked as an auto mechanic and later as a cement finisher with his friend Jim Wood. Gerald was a great hunter and fisherman. He also loved partying and dancing. Gerald had a unique sense of humor; he enjoyed life and lived it to the fullest.
Gerald G. Rumpel passed away December 21, 2009 at his home at the age of 71 years, 8 months and 3 days. Gerald was preceded in death by his parents, one daughter, Connie Sue Rumpel, three brothers, Charles, Bernard and Jack Rumpel, one sister, Lois Loveland and one great-grandson, Tyler Lachney.
He is survived by two sons; Ricky Rumpel (Kathy) of Isanti, Louis Rumpel of Moorehead; two daughters, Cindy Lachney (Roger Paine) of Cambridge, Gerri Lyn Mitchell (Thomas) of Brook Park; four brothers, Spike Mayes (Diane) of Frederick, WI, William Mayes Jr. of Isanti, Randall Bondeli of Frederick, WI, Royal Sanford of Stillwater; two sisters, Nancy Bengston of Harris, Georgia Mount of Luck, WI; by ten grandchildren, Katelyn Rumpel, Kyle Lachney, Connie Poundstone (Carl), Jeffrey Davis, Traci Mitchell, Jerik Mitchell, Thomas Mitchell, Joshua Rumpel, Heather Rumpel, and Tabitha Rumpel and three great-grandchildren, Tyron Lachney, Brice Lachney and Dominick Davis, other relatives and friends.
To my beloved dad I love you! Your smile will always be in my heart, as well as alot of other peoples, One sweet day we will meet again, Thanks for all the happy times we shared together. I Miss You.
Your Daughter,
Gerri Lyn
Lynn, Tom, Traci, Thomas & Jerek
We are sorry for the loss of your loved father, father-in-law and grandfather. Our prayers and sympathy during your time of mourning. May God give your peace and comfort. John & Rita
I never met him. But Traci is one of my best friends. I am so sorry for your loss. Love you! He sounds like a great guy.
Dear Grandpa,
It’s is hard for me to grasp the fact that I will never see you in person again until the day that I Join you in heaven. I miss you so much. You Will forever be in my memories.It is hard to think that you will not be at my wedding and other life changing events,but i know you will be there in spirit. Even though I didn’t visit you much the past few years, you were always in my thoughts and prayers. I miss you teriibly Grandpa Jerry and I Love You With All My Heart,
Til we meet againÂ….
Your Grand Daughter,
Traci Mitchell
Lynn – Our condolences on the loss of your father. Tom – Our condolences on the loss of your father-in-law.
Traci, Thomas, and Jerik – Our condolences on the loss of your grandfather.
Our prayers are that God will give all of you peace and help you through this difficult time.
Ruth Mitchell, Sheila Theirl, Tricia Theirl and daughters
My Sister, Terry, introduced Jerry to me and he, in turn introduced Jim and I to each other. Jerry has been a constant in our circle of friends since 1980 when we met. He and Jim fished together and Jerry showed Jim where to catch the biggest crappies I ever saw in my life. Of course, they had to walk out on VERY thin ice to do it, but that didn’t stop them. Then, there was hunting. Those guys just couldn’t get enough of that sport. We still have some of the pictures of “deer camp”, the night before opening hunting. The one that comes to mind is where Jerry and Ricky are standing on a wooden pallet, each holding a “beverage” and the pallet they were so precariously balanced on, was in the middle of the bonfire. Some of the mischief those two got into! When they decided to tell some of their adventures to me, I just shook my head. But, you know, they were just two good ol’ boys havin’ fun.
I will miss our dear friend. I pray that we meet again in glory. To his family, my condolances. You, all of us, have lost a treasure. He loved us all. We loved him back.
My Sister Terri introduced me to Jerry in 1980. The three of us went out dancing one night at Buck’s Bar in Wyoming, MN and a friend of Jerry’s was mouthing off at the bar. It was my Jim. Jerry introduced us. Through the years, Jim and Jerry have fished and hunted and worked together and had way too much fun doing it. Some of the stories they told. Like: fishing on thin ice in order to catch the biggest crappies I ever saw. Like: partying around (and in) a HUGE bonfire the night before deer hunting opener. Like: staying up all night to coshandalet a hog. And his laugh!!! You could always tell Jerry’s laugh. It made you feel happy inside. He was our friend and we will always love and miss him.
My earliest memory of Jerry was in 1980. Jerry was dating my sister and one night he took us both out to dance at Buck’s bar in Wyoming, Minnesota. There was this mouthy guy at the bar making eyes at me and flirting. He was Jerry’s friend Jim Wood. Jim and I have been together ever since, and always, Jerry has been there for us. If he was over for a meal, his comment was always “Good Groceries”. It made me feel good. When the kids were graduating from high school, Jerry sent to Louisana for special spices and showed us how to coshandolate a hog. For those of you who don’t know what that means, you hang a hog from a tree, build an oak fire just beside it then you baste it every 15 minutes. Once an hour you unhook it from the tree and turn it upside down. A small pig takes 24 hours to cook. Jim and Jerry would hang the pig and tap the keg at the same time. They would tend that food all night. Jim and Jerry worked together sometimes. They went ice fishing for several years and I remember Jerry showed Jim just where to go to catch the biggest crappies EVER! I think they both fell in a couple of times, too. Thin ice, you know. After a number of years the fishing gave way to hunting. Jerry took Jim up to Namadji State Forest and they stayed with a relative of Jerry’s in a cabin. The fever started. After that first time they hunted every year. Jerry loved the woods. He and Jim built deer stands on our land and then built tree houses and then build houses on stilts. In Jerry’s tree house, he kept a log of everything. He wrote on the walls. The date, what he saw. If he got a shot. What the weather was doing. When he got sick he came up less and less often, but still enjoyed the time up there when he was able. When it became apparent that he wouldn’t be coming up anymore, Jim went up into Jerry’s stand. His last entry, “Still here”.
We wish he was still here, but his suffering is done now and he is in a better place.
We will miss you, dear friend.
Gerald was my grandfather now he is gone but he will always be with me in my heart and god bless him. I miss him so much. I wish i could see him one more time alive but i guess that’s how stuff happens. :[:[