Sugar Kik Obituary

KIK, Esther V. "Sugar" (Age 91)

Passed away on March 13, 2011 in Davenport, WA. She is survived by her sister Edwina (and George) Mielke and brother Arthur (and Sharon) Deppner both of Davenport, WA along with numerous nieces and nephews. She is preceded in death by her husband Walt Kik in 2002, parents Edwin and Emily Deppner and one brother Donald Deppner. Funeral Services will be held on Saturday, March 19, 2010 at 2:00 p.m. at the Chapel of Strate Funeral Home, Davenport, Washington with Pastor Cindy Wuts, officiating. Concluding Services and Vault Interment will follow at Rocklyn Cemetery, Davenport, WA. STRATE FUNERAL HOME, DAVENPORT, WA is caring for the family. (Published in Spokesman-Review from Mar. 17 to Mar. 18, 2011)

Walt Kik

March 11, 2011

Esther, I will always remember you when I spent my junior year in high school with you and Walt. You were the best cook and I still have your cookbook that you made for me for a shower present. You also made me the prettiest pink dress and I was so proud of it. Thank you kind lady for being a part of my life.

E. S.-R.

March 19, 2011

Sugar was always kind to us kids. I felt like she was an Aunt to us.

I remember walking from our house to hers for an impromptu visit one summer day with my brother Steve. She lived about 2 or 3 miles away if you cut through the fields and pasture. She welcomed us with a nice cold glass of water when we got there and we had a nice little conversation with her. When we got back home, our mom was horrified that we had crossed the highway all by ourselves! oops! hehe.

C. E.-C.

March 19, 2011

Ester brought so many laughs and tears to all of us at Serene Meadows, we all loved and treasured her.

B. B. and staff..

March 18, 2011

Not only was Esther my Aunt, but she was also a very kind, caring, lovely human being to so many others. She touched several lives with her many talents and giving heart. She loved to have company and to feed people. You never left her place hungry or without enjoying a great conversation. She would talk for weeks if you just popped in to say hello. It meant the world to her. Nothing ever slipped past her without a heartfelt "Thank You". Her and Uncle Walt never had children of their own, but were constantly surrounded by several children that they treated as if they were theirs. We "ALL" were her children. Aunt Esther, you will be missed by so many, but the love you shared with all of us will never be forgotten. May God bless you real good as you now dance in heaven with Uncle Walt. I will miss you! I love you, Cindy

C. D.-R.

March 18, 2011

What a special lady Sugar was. Her smile could light up a room and my children looked forward to visiting her when they would visit their Grandma Miller. Our thoughts and prayers are with you all.

S. M.

March 18, 2011

I enjoyed working with Esther on so many projects for Davenport and the County. She was one of a kind! Our thoughts and prayers are with the family.

M. and B. A.

March 17, 2011

Esther will always be remembered as one of the most kind, loving and open-minded citizens of Lincoln County. She was a steadfast supporter of her family, friends, churches, museum and the American political system. Always happy to see friends; she was even more excited to make new ones! Her disarming smile and contagious laugh will be missed by everyone who knew her. Our sympathy to the family, Love, G.S & R.M

Walt Kik

    "There was a certain sweetness to life in those days that our present boldness has wiped out. It was an era when you learned about things rather late in life, and in small doses. 
    "When the “Blue Skirt Waltz” was on the national number one list, I bought my young wife a blue dress. It was so beautiful, and made perfectly for dancing. The accordion-like pleats went all around Sugar’s waist. When she whirled to the tune of the “Blue Skirt Waltz," her body was in the center of all that flared out material."

Our preparation for marriage, many years ago, took only from midnight ’til noon the next day. Digest version:
After taking Sugar home from a Grange dance...
Sugar: “Don’t walk me to the house tonight, the folks may hear us.” 
Me: “OK.” 
Both: “Smack, smack.” The next 21 seconds, silence. 
Then Sugar: “Gee, I’m locked out!” 
Then me: “Golly!” 
Sugar: “What am I going to do?” 
Me: “Well, let's go over to my house and think things over for a spell.”
Later, entering my pad...
Sugar: “Now what?” 
Me: “Shall we elope?” 
Sugar: “I don’t care, I love you.” 
Me, (thinking to myself): "This is scary. Suppose Sugar turns out not to be a Sugar?"
Sugar, (also thinking to herself): "How do I know he isn’t full of more things than just peanuts?"
Me: “Do you know anything about sex?” 
Sugar: “A little, sometimes the conductor throws off a True Story Magazine, when the train goes by the house.” 
Me: "I have an outdated sex book, but it’s kinda for the birds.”
Next day at Coeur d’Alene, a brother and sister standing on the sidewalk next to a marriage mill... 
Brother speaking: “Hi! We can be your witness for 50 cents apiece.” 
Me: “OK.” 
Brother speaking: “We will take you to Uncle Barton.”
Entering a small room...
Me: “I wonder if that wobbly old guy over in the corner will be the one that will marry us?” 
Sugar: “Not so loud, he may hear you.” 
Wobbly Old Guy: “I’ll be there in a minute. Have your license ready because I close at noon on Saturdays.”
Uncle Barton went through the marriage vows so fast I had to be told that I owed him $2.50.

    "All at once, a smiling face met my face. It was Sugar. I thought to myself, "Could she be that stretched-out girl who not so many moons ago, waved at me out of the school bus window?" She sure did look different since all her equipment had arrived. I knew her when she was a timid little girl. Once I offered my knee to her as a chair, but she rejected me by walking away, carrying her doll upside down. 
    "A week after Hardy's shivaree, we attended a high school carnival at Creston. In less than a month I took Sugar to a wobbly old justice of the peace and got married. A scary and a nutty thing to do, but I found my Sugar."

The Spokesman-Review · 3 May 1994 Page 33