Joel Grundmeier
February 6, 1941 - May 27, 2018

Joel Leonard Grundmeier joined the United States Marine Corps in 1961 and took his basic training at San Diego, California.
He was one of the first 32 Marines to be assigned to the Second Infantry Division of the United States Army as an Advisor of the South Vietnamese Army.
Joel served in Vietnam from 1964-1965 and was honorably discharged in 1965. Joel received the United States Navy Commendation Medal.

Visitation will be held at St. John's Lutheran Church in Storm Lake from 5-7 PM on Wednesday May 30th.
The funeral will be at 11:00 AM Thursday the 31st at St. John's Lutheran Church in Storm Lake.
In lieu of Flowers Joel's family requests donations to Mission Central or the Lutheran Hour.

Fratzke and Jensen Funeral Home

Joel's brothers and sisters are Sally, David, Peggy, Susan, and Mark
Their parents were Marcellus "Sal" and Evelyn (Frahm) Grundmeier

Sal & Evelyn

Fifth Grade

Back: Rita (Theobald) Zerwas, Ron Bromert, Phil Knaack, Larry Rix, Ron Mohr, Sharon (Schrum) Kelderman, Nancy (Loftus) Rowedder, Donna Mundt
Middle: Mary (Frahm) Swerzek, Linda Paulsen, Linda (Warner) Bonnesen, Shirley (Beckman) Eischeid, Mary Jentsch, Julia Johnson, Dave Sextro
Front: Paul Hass, Joel Grundmeier, Edward Neubaum, Sandra (Dammann) Hass, Linda (Heithoff) Romitti, Ron Vogl

Sally & Dave Grundmeier

Susan (Grundmeier) Schilling

Peggy Grundmeier

May 3, 1992

Back: Dave, Mark, Joel
Front: Peggy Ellsworth, Joan Reiter, Sal, Susan Schilling


Ewald and Frieda (Koepke) Grundmeier

Leonard Frahm, Evelyn (Frahm) Grundmeier, Emma (Oeser) Frahm, George Frahm

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Memories of a Town Pest
By Susan (Grundmeier) Schilling

Rastus came to us one hot summer day in 1957, all bundled up in a dusty, old work jacket. My brother Joel had been out working on some farmer's place and had found this poor, bedraggled little crow that couldn't fly. My first reaction, as Joel unwrapped his jacket and I saw protruding from it an open beak and black, dusty feathers was, "Yuk!" My mother's reaction was a different story. You had to know my mother to understand her, but she was always a "sucker" for poor bedraggled "anythings!" She took the little fellow in her hands, cooed something that sounded like, "Oh, you poor widdle ting!", and took it into the kitchen to feed it! Food was always mother's answer to any ailment! Later, she dubbed the crow "Rastus," and said, as she always did, that she absolutely would not be responsible for feeding it, (but did) and thus began the story of the problem crow of Aspinwall.

No one ever taught Rastus to talk. He just imitated, and he did it very well! My brother Mark, who was four years old at this time, was always wandering off somewhere, and Mother was always calling for him. Was it any wonder that the first words Rastus spoke were, "Mark, Mark!"? Later, you couldn't tell who was doing the calling, so Mark, to be on the safe side, would come running home.

Rastus' second phrase was, "Joel, get up!" Joel, being a true teenager, was always having to be called! At first, it sounded kind of cute hearing Rastus, as he was perched on the railing of the outside balcony, squawk, "Joel, get up!", but eventually it got to be a pain! Especially at 5 o'clock in the morning, in the middle of summer, with nothing between us and that noisy crow but a screen door! In the morning there was always evidence of a few lost tempers scattered on the ground below, such as shoes, rolled up socks, newspapers, pillows, and anything else that could be found to throw at the little pest!

The third words Rastus learned were, "Bad boy!" I'm not too sure how he came up with them, but with a four year old in the house, I can just about guess!

One of our favorite tricks to play on Rastus was to hide behind the house or one of our many large trees on our property, and watch as Rastus hid his new found treasures or some food that he didn't eat. When he had buried them, he would fly to the top of his favorite evergreen, and then we would dash out and begin to dig up his treasures. Rastus would fly out of that tree in a frenzy, squawking, "Bad boy, bad boy!" with his feathers all ruffled and his black eyes flashing.

I'll never, as long as I live, forget the Sunday morning when a "not-too-sober" gentleman staggered out of the tavern looking for his car. Rastus, as usual, was perched in the top branches of his favorite tree. Suddenly, the words, "Bad boy, Bad boy!" came echoing from "somewhere up above." The tipsy fellow stopped in the middle of Main Street, and with eyes looking heavenward, simply muttered, "OH, my god!" As a car swayed out of town at a surprisingly fast rate, Rastus was still hollering, "Bad Boy!" I don't recall ever seeing that same guy in town again, and I often wonder if those "words from on high" changed his ways!

Looking back, I don't believe Rastus even realized he was a crow. He took it for granted that he was "just one of the kids"! Oh, sure, he could fly to the top of the evergreen, the place he called home, but, whenever he wanted to go anywhere, he walked! Suddenly, he would alight from the tree, walk down our front steps, hop across Main Street, and proceed to waddle down the pool hall hill, to do, heaven knows what, heaven knows where! There were always traces of Rastus' destructive nature being brought to our attention. Margaret Hansen would walk up to our house and present my mother with a handful of tulip tops that Rastus had snipped off. "Just the tops!" Margaret would say, "All I have left are stems sticking up in the ground!" Eddy Dahleen's car had scratches all over the roof where Rastus, for some reason or other, had decided to parade! Little pieces of his mysterious outings were always being called to our attention. This was now starting to create a problem.

I think Rastus "irked" my sister Peggy most of all. They both had quick tempers, so it was no wonder that when their paths crossed you got out of the way! I'll never forget the sight those two made one summer day! Peggy was running all around the evergreen tree, swinging a broom and letting loose a few choice words, and there was Rastus, always one step ahead, with one of her brassieres dangling from his beak! This was another bad habit Rastus had. How he loved to snip the clothespins off the clothes as they hung on the line! Then, when they fell to the ground, he would pick up the clothes in his beak and drag them all over the place! It was always so embarrassing to have to go retrieve some of our "unmentionables" from in front of the tavern, where, for a reason known only to Rastus, he decided to dump them. Usually there were two or three men sitting on the bench in front of the tavern watching the whole charade and snickering behind their hands!

I believe the funniest thing that ever happened involved Rastus and my mother. Mother decided one warm evening that we should have a picnic supper outside. How my mother loved eating outside, and how my father detested it! Anyway, Rastus, of course, was hopping around, mingling with the family and looking for handouts. Mom decided it was high time that Rastus learn some "cute" things, such as, "pretty bird," or "pretty boy." So Mom got down on her hands and knees, looked Rastus directly in the eyes and proceeded to repeat over and over, "pretty bird, pretty boy!" Rastus, on the other hand, stared right back at Mom, and stood ruffling his feathers and garbling in some incoherent manner! There they were in the middle of the yard for all the world to see! Suddenly we heard something, and looking around, there stood a salesman taking in the whole thing! He merely looked at us, with pity in his eyes, turned around, walked back down the steps, got in his car and drove away! Dad always did say Mom could sure get rid of salesmen!

Eventually, the shenanigans of Rastus, the town pest, became too many to overlook. We had to face the fact that some of the things he was doing were causing friction between us and the people in the community. Mom and Dad looked around for an alternative to having him destroyed and finally were able to place him with some sort of wildlife association. The last we heard, he was going to be placed in a cage somewhere where people could look at him and admire his intelligence. Ha! If I knew Rastus, he talked himself out of that cage business!

We never did see our little feathered friend again, and our entire family, yes, I believe even Peggy, will always remember him with fondness. I even think the people of Aspinwall will have to admit he was quite a bird!

Mother is gone now, and I'm sure Rastus is, too. And, I know this may sound a little crazy, but, once in awhile, when I'm really thinking about things, I can almost picture a large, slightly lop-sided evergreen standing in the middle of a beautiful, golden meadow somewhere in that great beyond. I can see mother, stretched out, leaning against the trunk of that tree, having one of her beloved picnics. And, if I listen very hard, and imagine very carefully, overhead, sitting in that evergreen, I can see something small and black. And then, ever so quietly, but nonetheless audible, I hear a rather raspy voice calling to Mom from somewhere on high, "Mark, Mark," "Joel, get up," "Bad boy, bad boy!" Ah, memories!

Drawings by David Schilling, Susan (Grundmeier) Schilling's oldest son

1956-57 baseball team
Back: Coach Ray Standerwick, Larry Rowedder, Carl Saunders, Allan Fonken, Robert Horbach, Bob Laverty, Larry Zerwas, Joel Grundmeier
Front: Ronald Timmerman, Victor Schwiesow, Larry Nielsen, Jon Groteluschen, Dick Popp, Vernon Wagner

1956 concert band
Back: Barbara Vollmer, Sylvia Vollstedt, Linda Heithoff, Carol Vollstedt, Gary Schroeder, Roger Koepke, Dennis Grimm, Joel Grundmeier, Ruth Ohde, Mr. Dwane Mickelson
Third: Karen Rix, Darlene Genzen, Myra Meeves, Susan Rowedder, Bob Beisch, Rae Lynne Wycoff, Dale Jansen, Karen Carstens, Cynthia Peters, Darlene Kruse, Betty Lengemann, Beverly Dalgety, AnnaBelle Vennink, Janice Ahrendsen, Sam Musfeldt, Phil Knaack, Darryl Jahn, Gordon Anthony, Warren Puck, Jon Groteluschen
Second: Janice Laurinat, Carol Antone, Delores Ahrendsen, Sandra Dammann, Mary Frahm, Sharon Niederfrank, Barbara Johnson, Linda Warner, Jeanette Fink, Betty Hoffman, Judy Wegner, Rita Wellendorf, Leon Brockelsby, Richard Brockelsby, Paul Hass, Ronnie Bromert, Gary Koon, Ray Fink, Larry Genzen, Jack Hansen, Dick Wellendorf
Front: Darlys Vollstedt, Marcia Martens, Janet Kuhl, Sharon Schrum, Kay Ramsey, Janice Jensen, Julia Johnson, Elke Bunz, Deanna Donaghu

1959 MHS graduates: Vivian Adamson, Glen Ahrendsen, Shirley Beckman, Hans "Junior" Bonnesen, Richard Bowers, Ronald Bromert, Wayne Brus, Beverly Dalgety, Sandra Dammann (salutatorian), Jeanette Fink, Allan Fonken, Mary Frahm, William Genzen, Dennis Grimm, Joel Grundmeier, Larry Handlos, Keith Hass, Paul Hass, Linda Heithoff (valedictorian), Betty Hoffman, Barbara Johnson, Julia Johnson, Bernard Jones, Karen King, Philip Knaack, Rollyn Koepke, Wanda Kolman, Nancy Loftus, Ronald Mahnke, Lorraine Martens, Gary Monson, Evans Samuel Musfeldt, Jay Musfeldt, Sharon Niederfrank, Allen Nissen, David Peters, Keith Pfannkuch, Roger Reinke, Larry Rix, Larry Rowedder, Susan Rowedder, Carlene Schrum, Sharon Schrum, Vernon Sonksen, Carol Spieker, Stanley Spies, Clifford Stammer, Mary Steffes, Larry Vehrs, Ronald Vogl, Sylvia Vollstedt, Linda Warner

1959 former students: Dennis Backhaus, Darlene Breidert, Gary Brockelsby, Lorraine Christensen, Helen Dethlefsen, Phyllis Fritz, Richard Hinners, Mary Jentsch, Jolene Koch, Larry Martens, James Middendorf, Ronald Mohr, Donna Mundt, Edward Neubaum, Linda Paulsen, Rose Porter, Michael Schoeppner, Lavina Seals, David Sextro, Kay Stangl, Larry Stangl, Gary Tigges, Carmen Weifenbach, Marilee White, Marilyn Wyatt

MHS 1958
Back: Evans Sam Musfeldt, Stanley Spies, Rollyn Koepke, Bernard Jones, Allan Fonken, Richard Bowers, Ronald Bromert, Philip Knaack, Larry Rix, Jay Musfeldt, Vernon Sonksen, Wayne Brus
Third: Joel Grundmeier, Mary Frahm, Glen Ahrendsen, Sharon Niederfrank, Allen Nissen, Ronald Mahnke, Sharon Schrum, Paul Hass, Dennis Grimm, David Peters, Nancy Loftus, Larry Rowedder, Gary Monson
Second: Susan Rowedder, Julia Johnson, Jeanette Fink, Wanda Kolman, William Adamson, Barbara Johnson, Lorraine Martens, Carlene Schrum, William Genzen, Roger Reinke, Keith Pfannkuch, Ronald Vogl, Keith Hass
Front: Betty Hoffman, Mary Jo Steffes, Sylvia Vollstedt, Karen King, Beverly Dalgety, Sandra Dammann, Carol Spieker, Linda Heithoff, Shirley Beckman, Linda Warner, Hans "Junior" Bonnesen, Larry Handlos, Clifford Stammer, Larry Vehrs

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