Hey Daddy here is one of our memories with you among many. I am always telling that story. The nice thing about you being our father is we always sit and talk about our days spent with you and mammie. There was this time we were out on our sunday outing and there came a man with lots of crayfish in his hand holding on a string from the Layou River. You stopped (the war jeep as it was called at the time, which belonged to father vandanberg) and bought all of his catching and you opened the engine and put the crayfish to cook while we drove to our destination.  As we drove along you stopped to see if they were cooked which they did on one of the stops. We all sat by the roadside wherever it was ready and ate. Ha ha ha ha that was nice. YOU WERE A GREAT FATHER. Thanks for those memories.