----Source: Tribune-Record-Gleaner (Clark County, Wis.) 09/09/1981

Seif, Karen O. (1889 - 1981)

Karen (Carrie) O. Seif, 91, died Saturday afternoon, Sept. 5, 1981, at Memorial Hospital, Neillsville.

Funeral services were at 11 a.m., Wednesday, Sept. 9, at Our Savior's Lutheran Church, Greenwood. Rev. Sam Kochel officiated and interment was in the Greenwood Cemetery. Organist was Mrs. Lil Warner and soloist was Mrs. Duane Olson.

Serving as pallbearers were Art Kolstad, Jake Barr, Wayne Stout, Allen Johnson, Kenneth Johnson and Howard Susa. Rinka Funeral Home, Greenwood handled arrangements.

Karen Seif was born Karen Halverson in Osterdaren, Norway, on Nov. 16, 1889, the daughter of station master L. Halverson. She was baptized and confirmed in the Lutheran Church and attended school in Norway.

In the year 1910, she came to the United States, where she took up residence in North Dakota. Later she moved to Greenwood, Clark County, Wis., where she married Mr. Henry Johnson. They had three children Arthur of Belleville, Ill. Elmer of De Kalb, Ill and Mrs. Edith Stout of Loves Park, Ill.
Carrie was a charter member of the ladies aid of Our Savior's Lutheran Church, and on Oct. 22, 1962, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson celebrated their golden anniversary at the church. Mr. Johnson passed away on Dec. 4, 1962.

Carrie took up residence in the memorial Nursing Home in Neillsville, Wis., where she met and married Mr. John Seif on Sept. 15, 1964. Mr. Seif passed away on Jan. 6, 1966.

She is survived by two sons, Arthur Johnson of Belleville, Ill. and Elmer Johnson of Malta, Ill. one daughter, Mrs. Edith Stout, Loves Park, Ill. one sister, Mrs. Emma Christianson of Oslo, Norway eight grandchildren and 20 great-grandchildren.

Preceding her in death were her husbands five brothers one daughter and one great-grandson.

The following poem was written by Carrie Seif :

I'd rather have a little rose from a garden of a friend, than the very finest flowers when my stay on earth must end.
I'd rather have a pleasant word from friends I know are true, than tears around my coffin when this earth I bid ado.
So give me just a blossom the, whether pink, or blue, or red.
I'd rather have a single rose, than a truckload when I m dead.