Julius Jorgensen is buried in Section 6, Lot 22, Grave 1 at Lakeview Cemetery, Manistique, Michigan.
Marie Jorgensen is buried in Section 2, Lot 22, grave 2 at Lakeview Cemetery, Manistique, Michigan.
I remember my Grandpa Jorgensen with fond memories. We had huge Thanksgiving and Christmas gatherings, when all of their children would bring the grandchildren (us) to their home to celebrate the holidays. We would share presents and eat our family feasts together. Those were happy days full of crazy and loud moments.
I was just starting my senior year in high school when my grandpa died. He had a stroke when I was ten years old. It paralyzed him. He also had diabetes that caused circulation problems that later led to an infection and amputation of his foot and then up to his knee. During those years, he resided as Rivergate Nursing Home in Riverview, Michigan. My grandmother spent everyday at his side - singing songs, playing cards, sitting with him, holding his hand, and helping him eat. All of us visited him often. My escort and I would visit my grandfather before we went to the formal dances such as Homecoming and Prom.
Before grandpa became ill, I remember how much he loved to play cards. He taught me how to play Solitary before I was eight years old. After his stroke, I helped him to re-learn how to play cards. We played Solitary together often.
When I was much younger, my grandparents had a bowl of ice cream and later sherbert ice cream ready for me to eat when I visited (actually for all of their 11 grandchildren). Grandma Jorgensen told me when I was a baby and tripped over her feet, it was her fault for having them there according to my grandpa.
Grandpa Jorgensen was raised by his grandmother, Mary Fleming Fraser because his mother died at an early age and his father abandoned him and his siblings. He never knew him. According to his children, he went and visited his father one time as an adult and never spoke of him. My grandfather spent many happy years married to my grandmother. They had four wonderful children together. He was a loving and caring father and devoted husband. He drove a taxi for a short time and served in WWII. He worked for the railroad most of his adult life until he retired.
He use to drive the family everywhere. He was very close to his sister and her husband, Doris and Lloyd Black. They visited each other during family vacations because Aunt Doris lived in Marquette, Michigan.
According to his children, grandpa was fond of cars. He bought a new one every couple of years. He loved the Detroit Tigers and was an avid fan. He went to see as many games as he could between working and raising his children.
With these little stories, I am hoping to preserve the memory of my grandfather for future generations for those that never knew him.