Danielle L. Poland
Danielle L. Poland, 45, Hoisington, died Monday, Aug. 25, 2008, at Hutchinson Hospital.
She was born Oct. 7, 1962, Hays to Daniel F. and Cecilia (Leiker) Schmidt. She was a graduate of Hays High School and Fort Hays State University with a master of science degree in education.
She married Dennis Poland on July 13, 1985, in Hays. She was high school principal at Claflin USD 354.
She was a member of St. John the Evangelist Catholic Church, Hoisington, and Association Secondary School Principals and United School Administrators.
Survivors include her husband of the home; a son, Darin Poland, of the home; a daughter, Darci Poland, of the home; her mother, Cecilia Schmidt, Hays; a brother, Daniel Schmidt, Albany, Ore.; and three sisters, Diane Radke, Tulsa, Okla., Debra Brecheisen, North Bend, Ore., and Donna Schmidt, Topeka.
She was preceded in death by her father, Dan F. Schmidt, and a brother, David Schmidt.
Services will be at 10:30 a.m. Thursday at St. John the Evangelist Catholic Church, Hoisington; graveside services will be at 3 p.m. Thursday in St. Joseph Cemetery, Hays.
An additional service will be at 10 a.m. Friday at Claflin High School Auditorium .
A wake will be at 7 p.m. Wednesday, followed by an Altar Society rosary, both at the church.
Visitation will be from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. Wednesday at Nicholson-Ricke Funeral Home, Hoisington, from 6 to 8:30 p.m. Wednesday and from 9 a.m. until time of service Thursday, both at the church.
Memorials are suggested to the donor's choice in care of the funeral home.
Condolences can be sent to the family at www.nicholsonrickefh.net.
Beyond It seemeth such a little way to me Across to that strange country – the Beyond; And yet, not strange, for it has grown to be The home of those whom I am so fond, They make it seem familiar and most dear, As journeying friends bring distant regions near. So close it lies, that when my sight is clear I think I almost see the gleaming strand. I know I feel those who have gone from here Come near enough sometimes, to touch my hand. I often think, but for our veiled eyes, We should find heaven right round about us lies. I cannot make it seem a day to dread, When from this dear earth I shall journey out To that still dear country of the dead, And join the lost ones, so long dreamed about. I love this world, yet shall I love to go And meet the friends who wait for me, I know. I never stand above a bier and see The seal of death set on some well-loved face But that I think ‘One more to welcome me, When I shall cross the intervening space Between this land and that one “over there”; One more to make the strange Beyond seem fair.’ And so for me there is no sting to death, And so the grave has lost its victory. It is but crossing – with a bated breath, And white, set face – a little strip of sea, To find the loved ones waiting on the shore, More beautiful, more precious than before. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
(Posted by: Todd Mumford)
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