Charles Henry Wiersma

April 04, 1923 ‒ December 27, 2020

Woodstock, Georgia
Formerly of Mansfield, Ohio

Charles Henry Wiersma, age 97, peacefully passed away Sunday, December 27, 2020, at Brickmont Memory Care Unit in Woodstock, GA.

He was born in Toledo April 4, 1923, to Henry and Marie (Rauch) Wiersma. After graduating from Macomber High School class of 1941, he served in the U.S. Navy during World War II as a lieutenant. In 1965, he earned his engineering degree from Washington University in St. Louis, Missouri and moved his family to the Mansfield area in October 1969 coming from Newark, Ohio. Charles worked as an engineer for Tappan and General Motors.  In 1985 he retired from Boeing.

In his spare time, he enjoyed playing golf, bridge, and watercolor painting. Charles was a member of Holy Trinity Lutheran Church in Mansfield.

His first wife Ona L. Steinke preceded him in death in 1992 and married his second wife Doris M. Morgen on August 17, 2002 who also preceded him in death in July 2020.

He leaves behind children Sandra (Dan) Scheiber of Woodstock, GA, Steven (Kris) Wiersma of Newark, OH, Spencer (Joy) Wiersma of Perry, OH; 7 grandchildren; and 14 great grandchildren.

In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by siblings Ruth Richards, Vernon Wiersma, and Roy Wiersma.

His final resting place will be in Oak Grove Memorial Park near Lexington. A memorial service will be planned in 2021. Snyder Funeral Homes, Lexington Avenue Chapel is honored to serve Charles’ family. Share a memory with them at:

Memorial contributions can be made to the Salvation Army (47 S Main St, Mansfield, OH 44902), Red Cross (39 N Park St, Mansfield, OH 44902), your local food pantry, or Amedisys Hospice (4255 Wade Green Rd NW Bldg 300 Ste 320, Kennesaw, GA 30144).  The Wiersma family would like to thank Amedisys Hospice for the compassionate care they gave to Charles and their family.

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  • Some of my fondest memories were playing at Marie and Henry’s farm in Oak Harbor! I think about all of the aunts, uncles and cousins on the farm. Uncle Charles I will miss your wisdom and humor. Say hello to Mom and Dad for me. Loved , missed and Cherished

    • Remember playing pinochle in Mansfield with Grandpa Henry. It had been a frustrating afternoon with a run of bad, bad cards for Grandfather. In the middle of a game and Grandfather dealing the game stopped for some reason,a couple of players leaving the table. Finishing his deal, Grandfather picked up his cards and sorted them. Quickly realising the bad run was continueing, he calmly gathered the cards and redealt.

  • So many wonderful memories of the Wiersma/Rhame /Steinke interactions going back to earliest times in mid to late 50’s . The grand family reunions on the Steinke farms in heat of summers/ trips to St Louis for many Easter Sunday’s n gatherings at Rhame’s in Clinton Iowa . The camaraderie was awesome and uncle Chuck to us was always ready to organize a game or adventure. The classic 8 mm movie from late 50’s where parents n we kids where chasing around in Chuck’s St Louis home is the greatest of all home movies of frivolity n pandemonium of pure fun . We kids of such loving n caring parents were so blessed by their examples . I pray that our children will look upon our parenting n guidance with the same love n adoration n fond memories when we have passed to join our parents for the ultimate permanent reunion with our Savior n Lord. John n Kay Rhame

    • Getting together with the ‘Rhame-bows’ and the Steinkes was always great fun and an exciting adventure. Thanks for your thoughts.

  • Remember one raucous late, late Saturday night. All the Rhame & Wiersma children were awaken to loud laughter and bright lights from the filming of a stunning, curious, indecipherable scene. With Chuck filming, Uncle John dragging, first a crouching Aunt Ruth covering her face, then a crouching Ona covering her face into the bright lights. The four parents dressed modestly in PJ’s and robes were roaring with laughter and bon homme. Decades later after visiting Uncle John in Chicago, I asked Dad about the incident and if alcohol had been involved. Smiling, he mentally relived the night, yet did not confirm or deny alcohol had been involved.