Story Teller

One of my Dad's greatest gifts was telling stories. Most of them have something to do with life on the farm as a boy, life in the U.S. Navy during World War II, life in the shop at Fisher Body, or life in retirement where, city government, squirrels, and the upkeep of the flower beds kept him busy. Maybe you have a favorite story about him or one told by him. Please take the liberty of putting it here for others to enjoy.

Dad's Ride Home

Hello Family and Friends,

As planned, we took Dad home for one final ride. I can't say he would not have enjoyed the ride but the Winter conditions that awaited him would have evoked comments such as "cotton pickin' snow" or "you can have Winter". He was buried on Monday, 20 February 2006 with Military Honors in the small rural cemetery that holds his parents, brother, sister, and various aunts, uncles, and cousins. This cemetery was the site of one of his first jobs as a boy where he cleared brush, trimmed trees, and cut the grass in order to make an otherwise unkempt, hidden resting place for so many, a nice serene setting that welcomes all, alive or departed. His mark remains to this day.