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                                          Frank Wichlacz
                                              1932 - 2008 

                

Being a Firefighter...

    Who among us hasn't ever wondered as we stand in the cold, dark, wee hours of the morning. "God, why am I here? Why am I in the freezing rain at 2am pulling hoses and trying to keep warm?  Why?"    Yet who among us hasn't glowed with pride as we stood around 25  seven-year-olds during a fire safety class, as they stared in awe at that "big red truck", and scarred yellow helmet.  Who among us hasn't bolted upright in bed for the thousandth time in a cold sweat after a nightmare about that fatal crash last November?   Who among us doesn't get that surge, that rush when the pager tones us off again? 

  Our hearts cry out to those firefighting families in other towns, states and even other nations when we hear of the death of one of their own.  Every other firefighter in every little village around the world is our brother or sister.  We are all born just a little bit different; born with a desire to help and a hunger for the adventure waiting in the unexpected.  We live it, we breath it and we sleep it, even though most of us vowed the day we joined we'd put every call behind us after returning to the station.  We all know someplace deep within us that the next call could be our last. We know the danger in what we do, yet we know the rewards.  To save a life just once is worth living through all the pain and sorrow the worst calls can bring. When one of us comes out of an inferno carrying a child, alive in our arms, we aren't a hero.  We are just doing our job.  After all, who among us wants to be called a hero when we can be known as a Firefighter.   (Author Shelly Lancaster)

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These words were shared by Shelly Lancaster,
webmaster and
member of the Glenn Springs - Pauline Fire Department,
and can be viewed in their original format on the GSPFD's website,

www.geocities.com/gspfd

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Top photo left, courtesy of Joe Kind
Top photo right, courtesy of Green Bay Press-Gazette

 

 

                                     1933     *75TH ANNIVERSARY*     2008

    This year our family celebrates 75 years of service to our friends and neighbors in Pulaski and the surrounding area.  Thank you for allowing us the privilege of journeying with you in those times of great personal loss and suffering.
 
    My grandfather, Ray, died at the age of 44, before I was born.  He started this business in 1933 and built its reputation on compassionate service and personal attention to details.  He often got so nervous tending those details that he would stutter.  In 1947 he built a new funeral home, which was attached to the old facility.  For those of you who wonder about the 'fake' door at our west entryway, it was put there to balance the appearance of that entry when the old building was razed.  The working door through which you enter the building on the parking lot side originally served as the doorway to our home.

    After my grandfather's death in 1952 my grandmother, Mary, acquired a new identity.  She was now a widow, and mother / provider for four growing boys (Mike, John, Ray "Skip" and Doug).  She began her new life as the town's funeral director.  Bill Blaney and Gordie Malcore helped her with the practicalities of embalming those who died until my father, Mike Marnocha, graduated from mortuary school in 1956 and joined the family business.  We lived upstairs in that older building until we moved into the home my friends affectionately refer to as 'The Cleaver Residence.'
 
    My grandmother was diagnosed with cancer and died at the age of 55, in 1966.  My dad was 32 years old at the time of her death.  He operated the funeral home for several years on his own, until I joined him in 1977.  We worked together for almost 20 years.  I purchased the funeral home from him on October 4, 1994.  At that time he 'more or less' retired.  Those of you who know my dad know that the grass doesn't grow too long beneath his feet.  He and my mother, Gretchen, are actively enjoying their retirement.
 
    As is true with other types of service-oriented businesses, funeral service in 2008 looks considerably different than it did in 1933.  One thing that has remained the same, however, is the premium we place on providing you with compassionate service and personal attention.  It is now, as much as it was in 1933, a privilege to answer your call for help. 
                                                            

                                                       Thank you so much...   Pam



                                 "Honoring the dead, Serving the living"

Marnocha Funeral Home has been family-owned and operated since 1933.  Over the past seven decades we have helped thousands of families plan and carry out celebrations of the lives of their loved ones.

At Marnocha Funeral Home we know that it is often the little things that make a big difference.  We offer a variety of services to ensure that every detail of planning a funeral or memorial service is as effortless and straightforward as possible. Our 'hands-on" approach to funeral and memorial services allows our clients to celebrate the lives of their loved ones in a variety of different ways. We invite you to combine our services with your own ideas to create a memorable funeral service for your loved one.

Please take the time to  browse through our Website to learn more about us and the services we offer. If you have any questions, or would like to schedule a free consultation, please contact one of our associates at 920.822.3221.














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