Henry ''Hank'' Edward Neubaum
May 1, 1925 - April 8, 2006
Obituary
Henry Edward “Hank” Neubaum, age 80 passed peacefully on Saturday, April 8, 2006 in Burien. Hank is survived by his wife of 10 years, Ruby “Jeanne”; four sons, Ron E. Denise, Gary E., Mark E. and Tim A. Neubaum; step daughter, Sharon D. Wendell Jackson; step son, David Debra Boyster; brother, Harold Lebinger Dorothy; sisters, Ena Jim Helgeth, LaVern “Chickie” Chewistek and Virginia “Ginny” Roland Hansen; 8 grandchildren and 6 great-grandchildren. Hank was preceded in death by his first wife, Esther M. Neubaum in 1995. Visitation will be held on Tuesday, 04/11/06 from 4:00 PM – 8:00 PM at BONNEY-WATSON Parker Chapel, 900 SW 146th Street, Burien, WA 206 244-2320. Graveside committal will be held on Wednesday at 9:00 AM at Evergreen-Washelli, 11,111 Aurora Avenue N., Seattle, WA. A memorial service will be held on Wednesday at 11:00 AM at Westwood Christian Assembly, 9252 – 16th Avenue SW, Seattle, WA, 98106. The family prefers memorial contributions be made to the Westwood Christian Assembly Church Children’s Ministries/Prime Timers.
To have had an Uncle Hunsey is to have known a man who knew great love, had compassion, was always cheerful, patient and had a great respect for life. I call him Uncle Hunsey and not Hank because being one of the oldest nieces on the Neubaum family side my Grandpa and Grandma Neubaum called him Hunsey or Huns.
Even though there were many miles physically separating us, my Uncle and his family are always present in my thoughts and prayers. At all family gatherings everyone would share their latest phone conversations and catch up on Seattle happenings. Very special times were when he was able to visit the Chicagoland area.
I could write a short story about Uncle Hunsey as there are many stories to share. I always felt a special bond with him as growing up I watched him and Aunt Esther raise four strapping sons-I admired their patience and thought about how difficult four sons could be-I married, we had four sons of our own and when Uncle Hunsey would visit I would share some of the trials and tribulations in our parenting process and he would just chuckle and give a sly little grin.
Favorite memories never fade away-the raspberry jam, pfeffernusse cookies at Christmastime, and the sour dough bread starter he would carefully ship to us made for wonderful eating and will always be some of my favorite things.
Until we meet again Uncle Hunsey,
Love,
Patsy
I think every person has a favorite uncle and at the risk of sounding biased, Uncle “Hunsey” was mine. My great uncle on my grandma’s side was a man I always admired. Not only did he have a persona about him that said ‘I Love Life’, but also he had a persona about him that said what a good man he was and how much he cared for the people around him. I only had the opportunity to visit Seattle once, but the first thing I did was look up Uncle Hunsey and he took the time to show me around. But the thing I will remember most was the impact he made on me and my life by the way he cared for Aunt Ester to the very end. It took a very special man to endure what he did and I have always admired him for that! He may never have known what an impact he made on me in my life, but Uncle Hunsey is someone I have always looked up to and try to emulate in my life. He will be truly missed not only by me, but by many, many people. As he would have said–“Beautiful”—Yes Uncle Hunsey-Beautiful indeed!!! God Speed Uncle Hunsey!!
It has been a blessing for Hank to be in my life for the past 10 years. He was so good to my Grandma and took care better than anyone else could have. We couldn’t have chosen anyone better for her. I was 10 when they got married, and I was a little uneasy about it at first because I felt like he was replacing the Grandpa I never knew, but quickly I saw that he was a good man and he treated me like I was his own grandchild. Just last year, when they were in town I had a paper I was writing about Alzheimer disease and he helped me with the paper, though it was still a hard topic because of his wife, he told me stories and helped with other information. It really meant a lot. Hank meant a lot to me and if there were anything I could do to be there, I would because he is my grandpa whether step or not. I will never forget the bear naps in our recliner, because he really sounded like one. Or his cookies and all the other things he used to bake for us. But especially when my mom, dad, and I went to Seattle and we went downtown and walked around for hours and I wanted the shirt I saw when we first got there, but my dad said he was NOT walking to find it, I should have gotten it then, and Hank walked a mile just to get me that shirt, and he did everything he could to make me have a good time while I was there. Again I appreciate you sharing Hank with us for the past 10 years, he has put a little something in each one of us. I will keep your family in my prayers.
“Beautiful” Hank’s favorite phrase. He’ll definetly be missed in our family.