Constance's Story

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Some called her Connie, while others called her Pat. She was mom to her daughters, Patty to her husband and Condido to one of her sons-in-law. She was Oma to some of her great-grandchildren, Aunt Pat to her many adored and adoring nieces and nephews, and after the birth of her first grandchild she introduced herself to everyone as Grandma.
It really didn't matter what you called her, because everyone knew her to be the same thing: one classy lady.
Constance Patricia Klaasen was born on Aug. 6, 1920 in Interlochen inside what is now known as The Hofbrau. At the time, the restaurant - originally the size of a humble, single-family home - was called Filip's Tavern and was run by Connie's Bohemian parents, Hypolit Kamill and Sophia Beatrice (Pechota) Filip. It was here that Connie developed her love of the outdoors, often picking berries and mushrooms in the back woods of Interlochen to help her mother prepare her famous recipes (legend has it that Al Capone was particularly fond of her pickles and rye bread). Connie and her six brothers and sisters were right at home with the locals and artists visiting Interlochen Arts Academy that would frequent their family's business. In fact, it was their home - the family of nine lived right upstairs, which was pretty tight quarters for a family that ate that much garlic.
Connie traveled in to Traverse City for school and boarded in town with her sisters during the winter months while they attended Traverse City High School. There she met a group of girls that would become her lifelong bosom buddies. They dubbed themselves The Ever-Sweating Members of the Never Sweat Club, a name she somehow thought wasn't that interesting ("What did it mean?! Oh honey, it's just a name. Ask me a better question."). She graduated high school at the age of 16, after which she moved to live in Traverse City full-time.
Throughout her teens and up until motherhood she worked as a mannequin model for Milliken's department store. The job required her to stand in one position for hours in the Front Street windows to show off the latest fashions. She also worked for Beauty Counselor selling the cosmetic and skincare line to supplement her family's income. Later she modeled for the downtown clothing store Bartling's. After her last walk down the runway at 81, Bruce and Joyce Rogers honored her for the 50-plus years that she'd modeled for them. She quit when they did - the owners decided to close the store in 2001.
After high school Connie began a career in secretarial work with a job at the Automobile Club of Michigan. Her good work there lead to a stint working for Senator Milliken and G. Mennen Williams, to be followed by a secretarial position with Munson Medical Center's radiology department and the State of Michigan's Department of Natural Resources. She ended her career at the Traverse City Regional Psychiatric Hospital, where she was the supervisor and head of medical records. Years later she jumped back into the work force to volunteer her time to her daughter and son-in-law, helping them stay afloat and sane as they launched their new business, Mail Boxes Etc. (now The UPS Store).
On Feb. 26, 1943 Connie married William "Bill" J. Klaasen, of Traverse City, in New York City at The Little Church Around the Corner. Bill was on three days of leave from his Naval position as an LST machinist in World War II and didn't see his bride again until the end of the war in 1945 (although they sent hundreds of love letters to each other across the ocean). Upon his return he built a small home for the two of them right on Green Lake in Interlochen. It was called The Wooden Shoe, and it remained Connie's most cherished place for the rest of her life. They raised their three daughters both there and at their later home on 10th Street in Traverse City. Between the two locations, it was said that young men came calling for the daughters by car, by boat, by horse and by plane, much to Bill's chagrin and Connie's delight.
Bill's work for the Navy and his later career as the fire chief of the Traverse City Fire Department was a fitting match for Connie, ever the public servant. While Bill was in the war she volunteered for the Red Cross as a nurse's aide. Her daughters recall walking door-to-door with her as she volunteered for the U.S. Census Bureau, only to see her the next day at school, where she was a parent-teacher officer as well as a Brownie and Girl Scout leader. She was an active member of both the Daisy Chain and the Zonta Club and volunteered at Willow Hill Elementary and Central Grade Schools; most of her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren received their educations at one of the two schools.
Connie made it her business to vote in every election. She was born 12 days before women earned the right to vote in all 50 states, something that surely wasn't a coincidence. In fact, one might argue that it was in the national public interest not to keep her right to say her piece from her. We'd never hear the end of it anyway.
You could mark the calendar by what came out of her storied kitchen. Christmas brought kolaches, a Czech pastry and family tradition. She hung homemade noodles on the backs of chairs for her wintertime chicken noodle soup. Spring sent her out into the woods near the cottage, where she could tell an edible mushroom from a poisonous one by sight, often telling us that if she was still alive in the morning, we could eat some too. Summer brought mulberries from the side of her house, followed by strawberry and raspberry jams and her famous cherry pie. Then came the canned tomatoes and, last but most certainly not least, her pickles.
She could knit a hat in a day and a read a book in half. She was known for her wit and her beauty, for her stubbornness and her sense of humor. She preferred traveling the world by bus over plane and loved the Pistons (especially Chauncey Billups). She played a mean game of Scrabble and had a distinguished natural white shock of hair that served as an exclamation point. She never missed a dance recital, choir concert, orchestra performance, sporting event or school function, and she signed every letter with a lipstick kiss. She loved NPR and IPR, put salt and tomato juice in her beer and wouldn't let you leave the house without taking some food with you. She remembered how to write "I love you" in shorthand until the end of her life, ate the tops off yellow dandelions as if she were chomping on a lollipop and named her cats after whatever big thing was in the news at the time. She always said she'd stop looking at good-looking men when she was six feet under, which no doubt explains why she chose to be cremated instead.
And, of course, she was happiest when at the cottage.
Connie passed away on April 8, 2017 at the Hospice House in Traverse City, where she was surrounded by family and was sent off with a face showered in lipstick kisses. She is survived by her beloved daughters and their partners, Patricia "Tricia" Lynne (Rick) Smith, Kathleen "Kathe" Anita (Jeffrey) Dohm and Elizabeth "Lizzie" Cobb (Edward Fisher) Davis; her treasured grandchildren and their partners, Michael (Jeanette) Smith, Kristie (Chad) Collins, Zachary (Jennifer) Ligon, DJ (Tina) Dohm, Kaili (Joseph) Caron, Quinn (Joshua Stoolman) Davis and Tje (Cam White) Dohm; her darling great-grandchildren, Matthew (Katie) Zenner, Madison Zenner, Paige and Alexa Ligon, Lauren and Nolan Collins, Makena and Lincoln Dohm and Mitchel, Lilah and Finley Caron; her nieces and nephews, many of whom she held as close in her heart as she would her own children; and her many dear cousins, grandnieces, grandnephews and great-grandnieces and nephews.
Connie was preceded in death by her parents and her husband; her son, William J. Klaasen Jr.; and her siblings, Violet Filip, Virginia "Virge" Phelps, Joseph B. Filip, Hypolit "Junie" "HK" Filip Jr., Marjory "Marge" H. Tobias, Adeline "Addie" K. Dallas and Anita "Neta" F. Way.
Please join our family this summer as we celebrate Connie's life where she was born and raised, The Hofbrau, located at 2784 M-137 in Interlochen on July 22, 2017 from 1 to 4 p.m. We will honor a life well-lived with great memories, her favorite foods, music, beverages, and most of all, dear family and friends. Please come raise a glass and make sure you get the words right to Connie's famous toast, "Here's to us, who's like us, damn few."
For those who feel moved to do so, the family has asked that memorial donations be made to one of the following of Connie's favorites: Interlochen Center for the Arts, online at http://www.interlochen.org/memorial, noting IPR/NPR Constance P. Klaasen Memorial, or by check to Interlochen Center for the Arts, Office of Advancement, PO Box 199, Interlochen, MI 49643 (with the memo IPR/NPR Constance P Klaasen Memorial); Interlochen Public Library, Children's Department, 9700 Riley Road, Interlochen, MI 49643 (with the memo Constance P. Klaasen Memorial/Children's Dept.); Willow Hill Elementary School Library, Klaasen Memorial, 1250 Hill Street, Traverse City, MI 49684 (Please note that checks should be made out to TCAPS, with Klaasen Memorial - Willow Hill Library in the memo.)
Please share your memories and thoughts on Connie's tribute page http://www.reynolds-jonkhoff.com.
The family is being served by the Reynolds-Jonkhoff Funeral Home and Cremation Services.
Published on April 30, 2017
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