Ellen Moore AndersonEllen Moore Anderson, 82, also known as Wash–teh Han-yeh-tu-wih (Good Moon), died peacefully on December 11, at the home of her daughter and son-in-law, Ginny and Rick Green, in St. Cloud, Minnesota, surrounded by the family who loved her.
Ellen Moore Anderson, 82, also known as Wash–teh Han-yeh-tu-wih (Good Moon), died peacefully on December 11, at the home of her daughter and son-in-law, Ginny and Rick Green, in St. Cloud, Minnesota, surrounded by the family who loved her.
She is survived by her husband, Robert P. Anderson; her children, Leslie Moore, Ginny Green, Anne West, Scott Moore, Brad Moore, Warren Moore, and Ted Moore, and their spouses; Bob Anderson’s children, Deborah Fischer, Joanne Wittlief, Nancy Lynch and Rick Anderson, and their spouses; her brother, John Mielke, and her sister, Lois Plekenpol, and their spouses; many, many grandchildren, nieces, and nephews; and her former husband, Russell Moore. She was preceded in death by her parents, Edward and Beulah Mielke, and by her brother, Bill Mielke.
Memorials may be made online to Ovarian Cancer National Alliance at ovariancancer.org/donate or Solvay Hospice House at www.millerdwanfoundation.org. Condolences may be sent to the family in care of Ginny and Rick Green, 2722 Meadowrose Boulevard, St. Cloud, MN 56301.
At Ellen’s request, we will be holding a memorial service in celebration of her life, in Two Harbors, Minnesota, on Wednesday, June 20, 2012, the date of the Summer Solstice. Per her wishes, Ellen’s ashes will be scattered on Lake Superior at that time. The family will communicate details about the time and location of the celebration at a later date.
We will remember our wife, mother and grandmother as a loving companion to Bob; as an adventurer, an Antarctic traveler, a canoeist and a cyclist; as a Rotarian, a philanthropist and an organizer of festivals; as a teacher, a musician, a painter, an author, a friend and a storyteller; and, under all of that, as a good mother. We say farewell to her, calling on the words that she used to begin the stories she told to her grandchildren: “Once upon a time, not in my time, not in your time, but in someone’s time. . . .” With much love, we say, “Good night, Good Moon.”