![Rose Ellen “Rosie” <I>Switzer [McQueen]</I> Bradshaw](https://images.findagrave.com/photos/2007/332/23014487_119634063769.jpg?size=photos250)
Daughter of Charles William Switzer and Ellen Eileen (Horn) [Switzer] Lakey. Rose was married to James Clifford McQueen with whom she had three children: Jimmy Dale, Sally JoAnn and Amanda Beth. Rosie was a hard-working, fun-loving and caring individual dedicated to her friends and family. She felt a closeness to nature and often shared her beauty by writing poetry.
The following was written by her brother, Jack Gudgel, and read at her funeral by another brother, Robert Lee Switzer: "I regret that I'll not be able to attend Rose's funeral, but I would like to take these few minutes to share with you a little bit of the glimpse I had of her.
As a child growing up I knew I had two brothers and a sister. At the time I knew her name to be Sally. Apart from one of my brothers calling me late at night once when I was 12, I had no contact with them until adulthood.
My first encounter with Rose went like this: I was stationed at Fort Riley, KS and residing off post with Alice and our four boys in Junction City. One day about noon I received a phone call from a lady who asked if I were the Jack Gudgel who grew up in Johnstown, NE. I responded by asking, "Is this Sally?" Rose and I talked for half an hour, just getting acquainted. She must have immediately called our mother after the call, because within five minutes the phone rang again; mother and I talked for another half hour. Just a month later mother came for a weekend visit. Mother visited us several times over the next few years. Thank you Rose.
Rose and I occasionally corresponded by mail. Sharing her poetry with me was the inspiration for me to be more assertive about my own poetry. Thank you Rose.
Once we had to take our son,
Mark to a medical appointment in San Antonio, TX. Rose had decided it was time for me to make my appearance to the rest of the family, and to meet my daddy. We enjoyed an early Christmas celebration that year. Daddy and I planned a fishing trip for the following March. We never got to keep that engagement however, because just two weeks prior, daddy went home to his eternal reward. Nevertheless, daddy and I did get to spend some time together because Rose would not let "No," come out of my mouth. Thank you Rose.
When Mark was entering his last days on earth, it was Rose who stayed in touch so the family could be informed. Thank you Rose.
Rose accompanied Owen and Linda on their trip to visit us in October, 2005. I know I wasn't very good company because I was in torment with sciatica, but Rose did her part to keep things alive. Our grandson Jordan was playing guitar with grandpa, and Rose wanted to get in on the act. Jordan found it necessary to "teach" Aunt Rose how to play the guitar. Rose's comment, "Shown up by a two-year-old," was the icing on the cake. Thank you Rose.
Had it not been for Rose, I know my life would have taken a much different course. I would not know of all my other brothers and sisters, and my life would not be as rich and full as it is today. For all of that and so much more, I can only think of one thing to say: Thank you Rose."
The following was written by her brother, Jack Gudgel, and read at her funeral by another brother, Robert Lee Switzer: "I regret that I'll not be able to attend Rose's funeral, but I would like to take these few minutes to share with you a little bit of the glimpse I had of her.
As a child growing up I knew I had two brothers and a sister. At the time I knew her name to be Sally. Apart from one of my brothers calling me late at night once when I was 12, I had no contact with them until adulthood.
My first encounter with Rose went like this: I was stationed at Fort Riley, KS and residing off post with Alice and our four boys in Junction City. One day about noon I received a phone call from a lady who asked if I were the Jack Gudgel who grew up in Johnstown, NE. I responded by asking, "Is this Sally?" Rose and I talked for half an hour, just getting acquainted. She must have immediately called our mother after the call, because within five minutes the phone rang again; mother and I talked for another half hour. Just a month later mother came for a weekend visit. Mother visited us several times over the next few years. Thank you Rose.
Rose and I occasionally corresponded by mail. Sharing her poetry with me was the inspiration for me to be more assertive about my own poetry. Thank you Rose.
Once we had to take our son,
Mark to a medical appointment in San Antonio, TX. Rose had decided it was time for me to make my appearance to the rest of the family, and to meet my daddy. We enjoyed an early Christmas celebration that year. Daddy and I planned a fishing trip for the following March. We never got to keep that engagement however, because just two weeks prior, daddy went home to his eternal reward. Nevertheless, daddy and I did get to spend some time together because Rose would not let "No," come out of my mouth. Thank you Rose.
When Mark was entering his last days on earth, it was Rose who stayed in touch so the family could be informed. Thank you Rose.
Rose accompanied Owen and Linda on their trip to visit us in October, 2005. I know I wasn't very good company because I was in torment with sciatica, but Rose did her part to keep things alive. Our grandson Jordan was playing guitar with grandpa, and Rose wanted to get in on the act. Jordan found it necessary to "teach" Aunt Rose how to play the guitar. Rose's comment, "Shown up by a two-year-old," was the icing on the cake. Thank you Rose.
Had it not been for Rose, I know my life would have taken a much different course. I would not know of all my other brothers and sisters, and my life would not be as rich and full as it is today. For all of that and so much more, I can only think of one thing to say: Thank you Rose."
Daughter of Charles William Switzer and Ellen Eileen (Horn) [Switzer] Lakey. Rose was married to James Clifford McQueen with whom she had three children: Jimmy Dale, Sally JoAnn and Amanda Beth. Rosie was a hard-working, fun-loving and caring individual dedicated to her friends and family. She felt a closeness to nature and often shared her beauty by writing poetry.
The following was written by her brother, Jack Gudgel, and read at her funeral by another brother, Robert Lee Switzer: "I regret that I'll not be able to attend Rose's funeral, but I would like to take these few minutes to share with you a little bit of the glimpse I had of her.
As a child growing up I knew I had two brothers and a sister. At the time I knew her name to be Sally. Apart from one of my brothers calling me late at night once when I was 12, I had no contact with them until adulthood.
My first encounter with Rose went like this: I was stationed at Fort Riley, KS and residing off post with Alice and our four boys in Junction City. One day about noon I received a phone call from a lady who asked if I were the Jack Gudgel who grew up in Johnstown, NE. I responded by asking, "Is this Sally?" Rose and I talked for half an hour, just getting acquainted. She must have immediately called our mother after the call, because within five minutes the phone rang again; mother and I talked for another half hour. Just a month later mother came for a weekend visit. Mother visited us several times over the next few years. Thank you Rose.
Rose and I occasionally corresponded by mail. Sharing her poetry with me was the inspiration for me to be more assertive about my own poetry. Thank you Rose.
Once we had to take our son,
Mark to a medical appointment in San Antonio, TX. Rose had decided it was time for me to make my appearance to the rest of the family, and to meet my daddy. We enjoyed an early Christmas celebration that year. Daddy and I planned a fishing trip for the following March. We never got to keep that engagement however, because just two weeks prior, daddy went home to his eternal reward. Nevertheless, daddy and I did get to spend some time together because Rose would not let "No," come out of my mouth. Thank you Rose.
When Mark was entering his last days on earth, it was Rose who stayed in touch so the family could be informed. Thank you Rose.
Rose accompanied Owen and Linda on their trip to visit us in October, 2005. I know I wasn't very good company because I was in torment with sciatica, but Rose did her part to keep things alive. Our grandson Jordan was playing guitar with grandpa, and Rose wanted to get in on the act. Jordan found it necessary to "teach" Aunt Rose how to play the guitar. Rose's comment, "Shown up by a two-year-old," was the icing on the cake. Thank you Rose.
Had it not been for Rose, I know my life would have taken a much different course. I would not know of all my other brothers and sisters, and my life would not be as rich and full as it is today. For all of that and so much more, I can only think of one thing to say: Thank you Rose."
The following was written by her brother, Jack Gudgel, and read at her funeral by another brother, Robert Lee Switzer: "I regret that I'll not be able to attend Rose's funeral, but I would like to take these few minutes to share with you a little bit of the glimpse I had of her.
As a child growing up I knew I had two brothers and a sister. At the time I knew her name to be Sally. Apart from one of my brothers calling me late at night once when I was 12, I had no contact with them until adulthood.
My first encounter with Rose went like this: I was stationed at Fort Riley, KS and residing off post with Alice and our four boys in Junction City. One day about noon I received a phone call from a lady who asked if I were the Jack Gudgel who grew up in Johnstown, NE. I responded by asking, "Is this Sally?" Rose and I talked for half an hour, just getting acquainted. She must have immediately called our mother after the call, because within five minutes the phone rang again; mother and I talked for another half hour. Just a month later mother came for a weekend visit. Mother visited us several times over the next few years. Thank you Rose.
Rose and I occasionally corresponded by mail. Sharing her poetry with me was the inspiration for me to be more assertive about my own poetry. Thank you Rose.
Once we had to take our son,
Mark to a medical appointment in San Antonio, TX. Rose had decided it was time for me to make my appearance to the rest of the family, and to meet my daddy. We enjoyed an early Christmas celebration that year. Daddy and I planned a fishing trip for the following March. We never got to keep that engagement however, because just two weeks prior, daddy went home to his eternal reward. Nevertheless, daddy and I did get to spend some time together because Rose would not let "No," come out of my mouth. Thank you Rose.
When Mark was entering his last days on earth, it was Rose who stayed in touch so the family could be informed. Thank you Rose.
Rose accompanied Owen and Linda on their trip to visit us in October, 2005. I know I wasn't very good company because I was in torment with sciatica, but Rose did her part to keep things alive. Our grandson Jordan was playing guitar with grandpa, and Rose wanted to get in on the act. Jordan found it necessary to "teach" Aunt Rose how to play the guitar. Rose's comment, "Shown up by a two-year-old," was the icing on the cake. Thank you Rose.
Had it not been for Rose, I know my life would have taken a much different course. I would not know of all my other brothers and sisters, and my life would not be as rich and full as it is today. For all of that and so much more, I can only think of one thing to say: Thank you Rose."
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