Herbert "Shorty" Berg

Shorty was a wonderful person, Father in Law and especially Grandfather to the kids. I have always considered him my role model of what a Grandfather should be. Jason and Amanda enjoyed month long summer vacations with “Papa & Nana Shorty” playing yard sports, fishing and visiting Wisconsin family. Shorty and Sharon drove the nearly 1000 miles twice a year to visit us in Georgia. Life well lived my friend. Steve Barton

The last of the kind and gracious Berg men, or as my Dad , Merle called him “my little baby brother”. So many memories of Uncle Shorty - watching Maverick with him on Sunday nights (Brett was our favorite), his merciless teasing, his competitiveness whether throwing horseshoes or playing a ball game with us, the half dollars he would give me when I lost a tooth, even when he knew I was showing him the same tooth over and over. He was definitely one of a kind and will be missed by all who were fortunate enough to know him. R.I.P. Uncle Shorty.

As a kid, we loved playing softball up at Grandpa Berg's. When we asked Shorty to play, his first response was "only if I get to bat all the time". Of course that didn't happen. If you were lucky enough to be on his team, he would do things like move the base closer if he thought you might not make it there safely. Or if he thought you weren't running fast enough, he would just pick us up and run us around the bases. If you were on the opposing team, watch out. As you were running as fast as you possibly could towards a base, he would pick up the base and run away with it, leaving us to wonder what the heck to do. We spent many Sunday afternoons and evenings playing ball, and if a window on the porch was accidently broken, Grandpa took it in stride. Probably my favorite memory, though, was the daily calls he made to my Dad after Mom died and Dad was home alone. He loved hearing from his "Baby Brother". Rest in peace, Shorty. You are one of a kind. Audrey DeBeir

Deepest sympathies,

All of the Berg girls spent a lot of time with their Uncle Shorty. We have many memories of our Sunday afternoons and Sunday suppers there. One of my personal favorite memories was when Shorty first started working at Stoughton Cab and Body. He would walk to our house (only a block away) during his lunch break to play badminton in the back yard with me. We did this for years during summer vacation while I was in Junior High and High School. We didn't have a net and we "technically" did not keep score---except in Shorty's head. We volleyed that birdie back and forth hundreds of times before one of us missed it or Shorty had to go back to work. Both of us ended up on the ground many times. He always claimed to be the winner. I also remember Shorty enjoying the Christmas holiday season. He made a huge deal out of hanging up his "hip boot" instead of a stocking like the rest of us did. He said that he had been so good during the year that he deserved to get lots of gifts from Santa. We were so young and naive that we believed it when he told us that his hip boot was full on Christmas morning. Rest in peace Shorty.