He was a very good man. He loved to tease and joke and always was looking for a laugh. He loved to poke at you with a joke and his cane. He was married to my Granny for 63 years. More than most's lifetime.
He was a baker. He became one during the depression when he looked around and saw that people everywhere still bought a loaf a bread even when they had nothing.
He loved to fish, but didn't like to eat it. My Granny did. She could eat it everyday- even for breakfast. He loved to love her. He called her "wife mate." I never heard them fight in my whole life.
He loved sweets. Mostly to bug my Granny who wanted him to watch his sugar. She made him walk everyday and all along the way he made friends who shared pies, cake and sweets galore just because he made them smile.
He was a man of few words. But when he spoke- you listened to what he said. He meant it .
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Sorry about your grandpa's passing. He sounds like a neat man to have for a grandpa.
That was a really beautiful tribute, it made me cry. I'll be praying for you, your mom, and your grandma.
Love,
Jenny
you carry on his love and ability to create great sweets well, HT
And even when he said, "hey, fat kid" he meant I love you tho it took awhile to figure that one out.
Love, Mom
Three shrikes and you're out lady.
"PahTarmigan taste good with dumplings and gravy."
"See that white up there on the top of the mountain? The Eskimos lay their blankets up there so that the tourists think there is snow up there."
"What do to, what to do. Make a new flavor, same heavenly snow drift!"
"Yes, Leone."
"Well, now boy, I told you . . . "
"We've been married XX years. Those were LONG, HARD years."
"Oh, don't fillet the halibut. Joe and Regina are waiting back at the dock and Joe would REALLY like to fillet the fish."
I'm sorry about losing your Grandad. What a beautiful life and example it seems he was. I'm praying for you and your family, for comfort and peace in God's arms.
Love you!
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