Donald Perschbacher, 1930-2016

Published 9:36 am Thursday, July 21, 2016

Funeral services for Donald Arthur Perschbacher, 85, of Alden, will be at 10:30 a.m. Tuesday at Concordia Lutheran Church of Pickerel Lake. The Rev. Wendy Anderson will officiate. Interment will be at Concordia Lutheran Cemetery. Military honors will be accorded by the Veterans of Foreign Wars and American Legion honor guards. Visitation will be from 4 to 7 p.m. Monday at Bayview/Freeborn Funeral Home and one hour prior to the service at the church. Online condolences are welcome at

Donald Perschbacher

Donald Perschbacher

Donald died Tuesday, July 19, 2016, at St. John’s Lutheran Community in Albert Lea.

Donald Arthur Perschbacher was born Aug. 31, 1930, in Albert Lea, the son of Arthur and Magdalena (Steele) Perschbacher. He grew up on the family farm and attended Albert Lea High School, graduating in 1949. He served in the United States Army and was honorably discharged in 1956. On June 15, 1958, Donald was united in marriage to Muriel Nancy Adamson at Concordia Lutheran Church of Pickerel Lake.

Email newsletter signup

Donald was baptized, confirmed, married and was a lifetime member of Concordia Lutheran Church of Pickerel Lake, where he served on the church council and was a deacon and confirmation mentor. Donald enjoyed farming, having a dairy herd, raising feeder pigs and leaving the land in better shape than when he got it. He enjoyed driving his Farmall M and IH350 around the neighborhood. He also enjoyed reading, home Bible study and watching sports on TV. He took care of his wife at home after she was taken sick with multiple sclerosis.

Survivors include his children John Perschbacher and James (Toni) Perschbacher; brother-in-law, David (Mary) Adamson; sisters-in-law Beverly Millican, Ernestine Beilke and Sharon Brock; numerous cousins; and special friend, Susan Avery.

Donald was preceded in death by his parents and wife, Nancy.

“He was bound to the land from the day of his birth, his roots anchored deep in the fertile earth. Nurtured, sustained, by the soil he grew, and his life like his furrows ran straight and true. We love you dad.”