We talk often about our Struttin’ Time readers and how diverse they are. We have hunters and fishermen (that also includes you women), we have those who have grown too old to hunt, and then we have readers who just love to read Struttin’ Time — people who are sick or shut in, or people who just like to get away from the troubles of everyday life if just for a minute.
This column is in memory of the latter.
I grew up with Roy and Sandra Benge of Seco, brother and sister and two of the finest people I have ever known. Never hunted or fished with either one, but I was in the same graduating class with Sandra and talked to her at our Fleming-Neon High School reunion a couple weeks ago. I sat at the same table with her and her companion, Bob Seth.
Sandra was and still is a wonderful person, but this Struttin’ Time is in loving memory of their mother, Elizabeth Johanna Peterson Benge. The first thing Bob told me at the reunion was how much Mrs. Benge loved to read Struttin’ Time, about how she would look for The Mountain Eagle and turn to Struttin’ Time before she looked at the headlines.
Mrs. Benge had moved to spend her final days with my friends, and her beloved daughter, Sandra, and Bob in Ohio. She never lost the love for reading Struttin’ Time, and as soon as I heard the story from Bob I knew I needed to take the time to say a few words about her.
Although Mrs. Benge has now flown higher than eagles and has kissed the face of God, I am sure she still reads her beloved Struttin’ Time, as we have said many times it is nothing about nothing.
Elizabeth Johanna Peterson Benge, age 89, formerly of Seco, left these bounds of earth and was carried across the Silent River to live forever with Jesus. Mrs. Benge was born on May 1, 1926, in Falls City, Nebraska, but lived most of her life in Letcher County. She was a seamstress with a special talent for quilting and needlepoint. She was a childcare provider for several area families and loved children.
Mrs. Benge arrived at her final home on December 5, 2015. She is and will always be missed. This is for you, Mrs. Benge, a “Special” Struttin’ Time.