What some dont know about my grandpa's and mine relationship with him. He and i has alway had a love for dancing, he was the one who brought me into dancing, why? Simply this, when i was very little, My grandma and grandpa would take me out the dances when they could find a baby sitter, and they would always put me in a jolly jump up, to some who know me well enough know the story of this jolly jump, and me, when my grandpa would cue, a slow song, like a waltz, i would rock back and forth, and then when he played a fast song like a cha cha, or jive i would bounce around and thats when very body said that my grandma and grandpa had a dancer, and they were right they did, when i got a little bit older i wanted to take lessons i would beg him and beg him to let me, then finally when i turned 8, he let me take the square dance lessons, then when i got the first level masterd that he brought me into plus, which is the next level, then when i got that, i wanted to take round dance lessons, but when i took the lessons i did't really like it, at first and i really was't ready,so i waited a couple years when i was ready to try again my grandpa was disnosed with lung cancer, he did the best he could for 6 mounths and he could not fight it anymore and he left us, we all miss him and love him very much, he might of been a grouch, but really he was kindest man in the world, but because of him im a dancer and i cant help but thank him for that he took me to the dances he brought me into the lessons, and he made me dnacer and now im carring on his for him i took up the cueing and learning from his best students randy and rose, they are the ones who taught me but if it was not for my grandpa, i would have never would have been brought into square and round dancing,

this is a poem read at the funeral 
 
When ive come to the end of the road
and the sun has set for me
i want no rites in a gloom- filled room.
   why cry a soul set free
miss me - but not for long ,
and not with your heads bowed low
rember the love we once shared
miss me but let me go
for this a journey that we all must take
and each alone its all a part of the masters plan
a step on the road back home
when your loney and sick of heart
go to friends we all know
and burry your sorrow in doing good deeds
miss me~ but let me go

Denis  Crapo was  like    a   hero  to  all. He was     close   to    his    Family    and a   Beautiful   dancer   and   very    close    to    the     lord .   we    miss   him   very   much but we   know   that he is dancing    with   the    dancer s   that   have   gone   before   us .   he   will    be dearly   missed . me   and   my   grandpa had  a   special   bond    from   the    first   day   we   met   eyes    he    did  what   no other   grandpa    would   do - he   adopted    me  when I  was  6 weeks  old  and   then    a   year    later   he   adopted my   brother   my   grandpa   was   like   a   dad    to    us     he     took    us   in and put   a   roof   over  our  heads     we    thank   him   for     that    .    Dennis     lives   on   through    his    music.   Thank   you   for everything  I  love  you  and  will always  remember  you.    Your  daughter   –   Julia Rose Crapo

This picture at the 1996 Harvest Ball was taken by George Haller.  George will now be Rhythm Rounder's new cuer.

This picture was taken at a Harvest Ball in 1998.  So young looking... Great cuer and friend.

Rhythm Rounder's take pictures at our Harvest Ball each year.  Denis was our cuer and we love he and Ginny so much.  He will be missed a lot.

Denis and Ginny taught me to square and round dance.  I took lots of lessons from them and was honored when Ginny asked me to help Denis teach round dancing when she was diagnosed with fibromyalgia  I taught many years with him and that made me a better dancer.  He was Rhythm Rounder's cuer ever since the club was organized (1983).  To all, he was the best.  God has so many round dancers in his house and he needed someone to help carry out the activity and he picked the one and only best.  I feel I have lost part of me and I will miss him very much; but, someday I will be there to join him.  I send all my condolences to Ginny and the family.

Dad had a reputation for being gruff at times, and he would never let on what a softie he was.  But I saw the tears when he remebered his grandpa Green who provided relief from an abusive father. I saw the tears when he had to take a crushed dog to the vet for the last time, and when I (finally) got married. He put up a good front, but he was a different person when nobody was looking.