Agnes Catherine Panther was born in a farm house near the intersection of highway 218 and the old highway 103 near West Point and Donnellson, Lee County Iowa on April 29, 1931. Her parents were Benedict Panther and Elizabeth Menke Panther. Her brothers and sisters she joined were Urban, nearly 14 years old, Albert, 12 years old, Eugene, almost 10 years old, Mary, 7 years old, Loretta, 5 years old, and Rita 3 years old. Her parents had lost the youngest, Robert Joseph one year before at just a few months of age. Later, the family greeted her younger sisters, Martha, born in 1936 and Carolyn, born in 1940.
|Announcement of her birth in the West Point Bee. They had her birth date wrong.|
She attended school at Houghton. In the early years, I believe she walked much of the time but she did get car rides occasionally.
|Mom holding the milkers while her older sister Rita pushed the wagon|
|Mom is the youngest of the sisters shown, in the front. The rest (L-R) are Mary, Loretta and Rita|
|Mom at front left with her parents, sister Rita back left, Carol in the center, Martha front right and nephew Kenny at back right.|
|School portrait 1948|
|At home, about 1950|
|At home, about 1950|
|Is she singing or laughing? Neither would surprise me.|
She must have been a handful while in school. Here is a note written to her by her teacher when she graduated:
In the early 1950s, she worked as a phlebotomist at the hospital in Fort Madison, Iowa. She worked with a friend, Cecelia Miller. One day, a young man came in to say "Hi" to his sister Cecelia. Agnes saw him and tried wrangling him in order to draw his blood. He responded that he was just there to visit his sister but she was pretty insistent. She wasn't successful in drawing his blood but this is how she met John Anthony Miller.
|Looking glamorous on the front step of her home.|
|Agnes is in the back row, third from the left. Her parents are front center. The rest are her brothers and sisters.|
Agnes and John married in Houghton, Iowa on August 1, 1953.
|Agnes and John - Mom and Dad|
|Twentieth Anniversary portrait|
She didn't stop helping others until her body finally started giving out in the last couple of years. She read to the "old people" at local retirement homes. The funny thing is that she was older than many of those in the homes. One of the favorite compliments that was paid to her, and she told the story again the day before she passed. was that she was leaving a retirement home after reading to the residents, one of the residents said to her, "We just love it when you come read to us. We sleep so well." Mom laughed, then said, "She meant it as a compliment and I took it as a compliment."
Things I've heard people say about Mom: "She's beautiful!", "She's so much fun!", "She's a sweetheart!", "I love her!" So, the fact that she was my mother isn't the only reason I loved her.
Love you Mom!
While it wasn't standing room only, there were a lot of people at the funeral. It was presided over by six (6) Catholic priests! The priest my mother had requested made a comment regarding the number of people attending, the number of prayers said on behalf of my mom and the number of priests at the service that, if she isn't in heaven, none of us will get there.
The best compliment I heard was from my aunt, the wife of my mother's brother. She said, "The one thing I admired most about Agnes is that she was Agnes. No matter what anyone else thought, she was going to be who she was. If someone didn't like it, that's their tough luck."