Some early memories from Frank Hamisch
Bro-in-law was a piece of work.
Frist met him in the 1967 or so when I married his big sister. He was the skinny kid in the back row of my groomsmen.
A couple of years later, after he did the Army OCS thing but was smarter than I was and did Signal Corps, not INFANTRY as I did, he journeyed to Washington and ML and I rode back to Golden in the tiny yellow VW Bug. A trip of fear and TERROR, last car past the closure of the interstae west if Cheyanne, floating across a snow drift south of Cheyenne, driving NONSTOP from western Washington to Golden. This taught me to NEVER take a long trip in the car with TED - HE NEVER STOPPED EXCEPT FOR GAS!
Later, having dinner in his new house on Ford Street in Golden that I lived in the basement of during my 1st tenure at Colorado Mines.
Duck hunting on the Platte River and when we actually killed a duck, him stripping down to retrieve the floating deader on the river. Later cleaning these ducks on Ford Street and discovering they had been eating dead fish maggots from the river; Pitched the ducks and never have eaten duck meat since. Yuuuch.
Great memories that thinned out when ML and I left Golden, and even later when Ted moved to Phoenix. Not as much contact in the later years, but truly a bro-in-law to remember.
A dinner in Long Beach, CA after a Sara softball game when she first ate lobster, live from the tank - and Ted and I made squealing lobster noises as they boiled the live lobsters.
All in all, a man and a brother-in law to be missed. Ted you brightened my life.
Frank Hamisch