Doreen Anders Manak
July 9, 1924 – Nov. 19, 2009
Doreen Anders Manak of Waukesha died Thursday, Nov. 19, 2009, at Waukesha Memorial Hospital at the age of 85. She was born July 9, 1924, in Delia, Kan., to Jesse and Pearl (nee Richardson) Anders.
On April 19, 1945, she married Joseph Manak and they shared 35 years together before his death April 20, 1980. For many years, she and Joe owned a farm on Highway F, south of Highway M. Later, they owned Supreme Bottling Co. and Beverage Mart in Waukesha.
Doreen had been a member of First Congregational United Church of Christ for most of her life, where she held many lay positions, including that of moderator. She was very active with her friends, golfing, playing many bridge clubs and excelling in bowling, achieving many national honor scores. She also found great pleasure in entertaining her family and friends.
She will be sadly missed by her son, Thomas (Rosemary "Ro") Manak of Glen Ellyn, Ill.; brothers, Ray (Betty) Anders of Waukesha and Ivan (Patricia) Anders of Sun Prairie; sister, Betty (George) Venes of Waukesha; and many nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends. In addition to her husband, she was preceded in death by her brothers, Jesse, Virgil and Dean, and a brother-in-law, Carl Manak. Visitation will be held from 10 a.m. until the 11 a.m. memorial service Saturday, Dec. 12, at Randle-Dable Funeral Home, 1110 S. Grand Ave., Waukesha. In lieu of flowers, memorials can be sent in Doreen’s name to the First Congregational Church, Waukesha. For further information, please call Randle-Dable Funeral, Cremation and Preplanning Services at 547-4035 or go to www.waukeshafunerals.com for directions or to leave an online tribute.
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep I am the thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle morning rain. And when you wake in the morning’s hush, I am the sweet uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.
– Mary Frye