Myrtle M. Niedbalski

Survived by children, Gary Niedbalski, Renée (Steve) Touchstone, and Craig Niedbalski; grandchildren, Victor and Trevor Niedbalski; extended family and friends.  Preceded in death by parents, Victor and Anna Nosal; brothers, Amos and Vernon Nosal; daughter-in-law, Marstelle Niedbalski; grandson, Eric Niedbalski.

Myrtle certainly lived a full life. It started in Farwell, Nebraska, where she was born on June 24, 1928. She lived many years in the country, in and around the family farm in Tarnov, Ne. Her family moved to the Omaha area and settled in South Omaha, on A Street. She went to St. Bridget's Church for grade school and graduated from South High in 1946. Her classes were centered around home making and secretarial subjects. 

Life changed for her, when she became engaged to Leo Niedbalski on her 21st Birthday. After they married, they lived in a couple places until they settled in their Ralston house, that Leo and his family built. She raised three children, Gary, Renee, and Craig, who were the loves of her life. She eventually settled in her favorite home in South Omaha, on "S" Street. Her life was filled with going to any activities that her children were involved in. And fun times were spent on the weekends at her brother's cabin in Cedar Creek. And of course, there was always family around. That was the most important thing to her. 

Myrtle was a hard worker. Her professional jobs were in the secretarial trade. After almost forty years, she retired and started to do a bit of traveling. If you asked her, her favorite trip would have been to Krakow, Poland. Connecting to her family, there, was so important. She also traveled to Italy, England, Alaska, Washington D.C., Boston, San Francisco, Washington State, Arizona, and the Grand Canyon. 

At each of Myrtle's homes, she had a garden. Flowers were her passion. She always had lilacs, irises, sun flowers, peonies, lilies, and hostas. Her gardens also included tomatoes, peppers, green beans, lettuce, kohlrabi, and dill.  Even when she downsized to her Ralston apartment, she grew tomatoes on the deck. Her mornings were her favorite times, sitting outside with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. Until the day she died, the paper was delivered to her. And this can't end without saying that her favorite color was PURPLE. Her clothes, rooms, nails, walker, hats, flowers were all PURPLE. It defined her. 

Myrtle lived a full life with her children, their spouses, her grandchildren and extended family members. Every visit was a treasure to her.  Her life ended peacefully, surrounded by them and their love. She took her last breath and woke up in Heaven. She will be missed.