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May 16, 2021
I’ve been trying to think of something to write about my grandpa and it’s been difficult to put to words. He meant a lot to me through my 33 years. Thinking of all the memories, I could fill novels.

My memories range from when I was young and going over to grandma and grandpa’s after school and during summers to high school and my confirmation, with about a gallon of scented oil in my hair. More recently, going over with my daughter, grandpa’s birthday buddy. I have a life time of memories.

One memory that I will never forget is one of the times we went sailing. Grandpa’s yacht (okay, more of a dingy) was called sail-air because, well, it usually sailed in the air on its lift. We decided to go all the way across the lake a make it a three hour tour. Miraculously, we made it across and were about to continue our journey back to the house. All of a sudden, a gust of wind knocked grandpa’s hat into the lake. Without a thought,I jumped in to retrieve it. Grandpa let out one of his patented “jeeeeeeeeez” and let out the sail to bring it to a stop. I swam back to the boat and got in as if it were nothing. Grandpa was still trying to calm himself. He said, “Next time, let the hat go! I’m not a good enough sailor to turn the boat around to pick you up.” Of course, we laughed at that and still do. This is but one of the memories I’ll always carry with me about my adventures with grandpa.

I sure do miss you gramps.
May 14, 2021
     One of my favorite memories of growing up in Wisconsin during the 60's, was going out to Uncle Ed and Aunt Carole's house on the lake for family gatherings. We cousins played lots of games in the yard, and I can recall drowning worms off of the dock...only occasionally catching a small 4" fish, which was promptly returned to the water. There was always a bountiful spread of food on long tables in the basement, and, I remember, lots of fun.
     Back then, Uncle Ed was also referred to by his nickname, "Dickie",  by my folks, and other adult family members. I remember, as a little kid, actually thinking I had two uncles, Uncle Eddie and Uncle Dickie. It was confusing to me, because they looked and acted alike. I think I was around ten years old when I finally figured it out. One thing I remember, he was always laughing, and he made sure there were plenty of things for the kids to do.
      After my family moved to Michigan in '69, we lost touch. We didn't reconnect until my mom passed away in 2014. Uncle Ed called me several times the following year, and we conversed like we had never been apart.                
      When I lost my husband at Christmas in 2016, Uncle Ed's calls increased. It was a great comfort to hear his voice, and to know he genuinely cared about how I was doing. He could always make me laugh about something during those calls. He helped me through some difficult times. I am very grateful that he took the time to do that. I will miss hearing his voice and his kind words.

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