Helen T Boyum

Helen Thelma Boyum, 92 died Sunday, December 12, 2004 at Good Shepherd Lutheran Home in Rushford. Helen was born June 24, 1912 in Peterson, MN to Herman and Thea (Kjos) Johnson. She married Art Boyum on October 9, 1935 in Peterson. She was a life-long resident of the Rushford - Peterson area. Helen was a member of the Arendahl Lutheran Church and its Ladys Aid, which she was President and Treasurer. She also was a church Elder and Sunday School Teacher. Helen was a leader for the Arendahl High Flyers 4-H Club. She enjoyed the outdoors, gardening and lawn work.Helen was an excellent sewer, cook and baker. She made the best lefsa, in the whole world! She loved her family and children so much, especially her grandchildren. She loved to visit them. Helen and her husband Art did a lot of traveling and enjoyed 20 winters in Pharr, Texas. They were married for 64 years. This spunky spirited lady spent 92 years living life the way it's meant to be, with all the warmth, wit, and wisdom that she shared so lovingly. Helen brought a joy to everyone with her favorite expressions of, "Oh good night!" and her "oofta's". She was admired and will be truly missed by everyone who knew her. Helen is survived by a daughter Nancy (Dean) Brown, Winona, MN; 2 sons, Art Jr., Port Isabelle, TX and Ross (Sharon) Boyum, Peterson, MN; Her five grandchildren Jamey, Randy, Kristen, Michelle, Daniel; and 3 great grandsons Nathan, Damian, and Demetri. She is also survived by a brother Maynard (Marjorie) Johnson, Baldwin, WI. Helen was preceded in death by her parents, husband Art, 2 brothers Harris and Alfred, 1 sister Judith Aarsvold, and 1 grandson Brian.The funeral service will be at 2:00 P.M. on Saturday, December 18, 2004 at Hoff Funeral Homes ? Rushford Chapel. Friends may call one hour before the service at the funeral home. Burial will be in the Arendahl Lutheran Cemetery. Memorials are suggested to the Good Shepherd Lutheran Home and Diabetes Research. Please feel free to leave a memory of Helen at: hofffuneralhomes.com.God saw she was getting tired, and a cure was not to be, So He put His arm around her, and whispered, "Come with Me." With tearful eyes we watched her suffer, and saw her fade away, Although we loved her dearly, we could not make her stay. A golden heart stopped beating, Hard working hands to rest, God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.