Family History - Person Sheet
Family History - Person Sheet
Name(Joan) Beverly Schulte 
BirthSeptember 17, 1926, Nashville, Kansas4
DeathJuly 28, 2014, Peabody, Massachusetts5
BurialAugust 11, 2014, Resurrection Cemetery, Mequon, Wiscosin5
OccupationHomemaker; teacher5
EducationB.A. in Fine Arts, University of Denver; M.Ed., Marquette University; Ph.D., University of Wisconsin - Milwaukee5
Father(John) Joseph Schulte (1896-1978)
Mother(Catherine) Connie Bartley (1902-1983)
Spouses
BirthDecember 25, 1921, Denver, Colorado1
OccupationProfessor, Dean of Education
FatherGeorge Gustav (Gustaf, Gustave) Nordberg (1901-1946)
MotherEsther Margarite Lloyd (1903-1997)
MarriageAugust 29, 1946, Denver, Colorado6
Children(Robert) Paul (Living)
Peter Bartley (1956-2010)
Notes for (Joan) Beverly Schulte
The first event of my mother's life that I can recall her relating is of her christening, when the pastor objected to the proposed name Joan Beverly on the grounds that there was no Saint Beverly. Characteristically undeterred, her mother countered, "She's going to be the first one."
She went to the church school in St. Leo, which is what everyone in St. Leo did. She went to high school in Kingman, twenty-five miles away, living away from home but in frequent contact with her mother. I have never heard of this farm girl's decision to go to college as anything remarkable; I imagine her mother's educational background was in play. Beverly majored in art, to which she is still close today – as is her eldest son.
My parents tell me that they met in debate club in college. My mother was very stricken with my father's vivid blue eyes. During one term, their paths would cross as she went down the stairs from her class and he was coming down the hall from another. She notes that she would have to go down the stairs two or three times some days to manage this chance encounter.
As the time approached for me to go to college, my mother returned to school for a master’s degree and a teaching certificate. I was too young at the time to appreciate this major life effort. However, aside from helping with the tuition for me, it took her into a new world that she loved and stayed in for decades. She obtained a doctorate in education at age 55, providing me with a role model for my own return to school for a master’s degree in public health. After her retirement from full-time teaching, she continued with volunteer work in inner city schools.
She gave more than generously of herself as my father's health declined. She lived happily outside of Milwaukee with her friends, garden, and many interests for a number of years after that.
By 2009, the combination of advancing Alzheimer's disease and a stroke left my mother unable to care for herself. I brought her here to live close to me. I have loved these years for the opportunity for closeness with her, and cried over them for what they brought to her.
My mother's life is thoroughly documented in thousands of pages of writings and other materials, from her baby book to the journal she kept through her seventies. Portions of these are displayed on the Internet site http://beverlynordberg.net/.
She went to the church school in St. Leo, which is what everyone in St. Leo did. She went to high school in Kingman, twenty-five miles away, living away from home but in frequent contact with her mother. I have never heard of this farm girl's decision to go to college as anything remarkable; I imagine her mother's educational background was in play. Beverly majored in art, to which she is still close today – as is her eldest son.
My parents tell me that they met in debate club in college. My mother was very stricken with my father's vivid blue eyes. During one term, their paths would cross as she went down the stairs from her class and he was coming down the hall from another. She notes that she would have to go down the stairs two or three times some days to manage this chance encounter.
As the time approached for me to go to college, my mother returned to school for a master’s degree and a teaching certificate. I was too young at the time to appreciate this major life effort. However, aside from helping with the tuition for me, it took her into a new world that she loved and stayed in for decades. She obtained a doctorate in education at age 55, providing me with a role model for my own return to school for a master’s degree in public health. After her retirement from full-time teaching, she continued with volunteer work in inner city schools.
She gave more than generously of herself as my father's health declined. She lived happily outside of Milwaukee with her friends, garden, and many interests for a number of years after that.
By 2009, the combination of advancing Alzheimer's disease and a stroke left my mother unable to care for herself. I brought her here to live close to me. I have loved these years for the opportunity for closeness with her, and cried over them for what they brought to her.
My mother's life is thoroughly documented in thousands of pages of writings and other materials, from her baby book to the journal she kept through her seventies. Portions of these are displayed on the Internet site http://beverlynordberg.net/.