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MOM - and what a mother she was - her family always came first. She worked very hard to help daddy provide for the family's needs. She had a big vegetable garden, with raspberries, strawberries, aspargus to produce food to can and freeze. Also she had a beautiful flower border on the length of the back lot from which she sold flowers to add to the family's income. She also took in boarders when Badger Ordnance was in full swing to bring in a little extra income. We helped her as children as much as we could. She went to work full-time in her mid forties when dad's health began to decline and worked for 20 yrs. until her health forced her to retire. There was always room for one or more at her table - she always shared her meager resources with those in greater need than she. She befriended many people and counseled many more who sought her out. I lived with her in the family home for most of my adult years - she was not only my mom but my best friend. We enjoyed traveling together and visiting family and friends. She would spend her winters researching our next travel location. I think of her often now as I work in the garden with my flowers and veggies, as I read (she was an avid reader) and as I play the piano or listen to music (she loved music). Tho she suffered with heart disease and subsequently cancer, we were privileged to have her with us for almost 91 years. She and dad made a nice looking couple and there was never a doubt how much they loved each other. Her hope was that they could retire and travel together, but that was not to be. They both have left us a wonderful legacy of what a real family should be. Mom was a great listener and confidante'. I still miss our chats and our times together. Her spiritual walk with the Lord pointed us to her greatest Source of strength. She was indeed a wonderful Mom!

Lyn

DAD - a family man, gentle and loving. He loved to drive and liked to keep his cars looking the best, even cleaned the engine to a spit shine. He was an on the road salesman for several different products, until he went to work for a company as an artificial breeder. We use to get to go with him in his orange truck - if we were near Loganville, he'd always stop to get us a double dipper ice cream cone for 5 cents.Hard to believe that now with the price of food. Oh what wonderful memories we have. I remember him sitting up with me at nite and holding his warm hand over my ear because I suffered from earaches. I remembered he always smelled so good - must have been that Old Spice he used after shaving. He loved to drive and we took many rides as a family for visits to friends and relatives. We looked for aspargus in spring and walnuts and apples in fall. He loved sports, especially football and was an avid fan of our H.S. team until he could no longer go in person. Then TV became his source of enjoyment.He was raised on a farm with 9 other siblings, but was the only son who served in the military (WWI). He pursued our mom for 5 years before she agreed to marry him. He affectionately called her "Doey" and loved her for her spontaneity. He suffered from malaria which he contracted in the military and in mid-life was diagnosed with parkinsons disease. In his last years, he made me promise that I would take care of Mom after he was gone and I kept that promise. He died at 67; the age at which I now write this tribute. We lost him too early, but his impact on our lives is lasting. His spiritual walk with the Lord became his comfort and strength through the years. What a wonderful and loving dad he was.

Lyn

My Father - What a great daddy he was to all of us. These are some of the things that I remember about him that made my dad special to me. About the earliest I remember I was about 4 or 5 years old, it was a Saturday afternoon and summer time, my sister and I were playing outside in the back yard and dad came home from work. At this time I think he was a salesman. I don’t know what he sold at the time. Anyway he told us to go in the house and get cleaned up that we where going to go for a ride. We did this a lot as he loved his family and liked to be together like that. We ended up going to a town a little ways from home where dad would stop often I think. There we all got an ice cream cone and sat out front of the store and ate it. [Note this store still exists today as Lyn, Ruth and I stopped there last year and talked to the son of owner of that day.] My dad loved just getting in his car, which I think was a 1941 Buick at the time, with all of us and going for rides in the country. This is something I to this day still love to do. My father was around six feet tall and a large boned man and to me had large warm hands. He always wore a hat of some kind. One day he came home and took off his hat and laid it on top of a towel rake that hung in the back room of the house. Well he later was on the way out to do something and picked it up off the rake and put it on his head. For some reason he was distracted and took care of whatever it was and started out again. He walked around a little and than asked us to help him find his hat. So we all looked around everywhere, but no hat. Then one of us noticed that the hat was on his head and said "daddy it's on your head." We all laughed about that for a long time. Dad was a very warm hearted man and cared about everyone. He didn’t raise his voice very much but when he did we all listened. Yet I remember several times that he would come home from selling and mom would ask how his day was and sometime into the conversation he would tell her that he felt sorry for someone and just gave them the product, because they needed help just then. Mom would of course ask him "well how will you buy the replacement to sell to the next customer." Dad would say "oh it will all work out." He would many times have tears in his eyes when saying it. This is one of the things that made our dad very special; he always cared for others like that.I also remembered when we were sick, daddy would come and sit by the bedside and put his warm hand on us or rub our chest if we had colds and it always seemed to make it feel better and help us go to sleep. He many times would also sit and tell us stories or read sometimes to us. I think that Dad had only a 5th grade education (he had to work on the family farm), but he seemed to do well with that. We didn’t hear much about my father's family life, but from time to time we would go to reunions or family get togethers. I remember one that took place in Oshkosh, Wisconsin. I must have been 4 or 5 and I think most of my Dad's family was there. I would hang onto my Dad's pant leg and follow him around as he talked with the family. Somehow I let go and was playing and realized that I had let go of his pant leg and walked over to one of my uncle's (Dad's brothers) and grabbed his pant leg. This was fine for a while until I saw my Dad walk just a little ways from me and turned and looked up and came to the realization that who I had a hold of was not my Dad and I let go and ran to my Dad's side. At this reunion I asked daddy, was this the ocean, and my dad just laughed and laughed and told me no, it was Lake Winnebago. I still thought it wasn’t because I couldn't see the land on the other side like all the other lakes that I had seen. Some of my fond memories were in the summer many times as I got older Dad would take me along on the job with him. The first summer that I remember, Dad sold some kind of feed for cattle. So we would go driving in the country and stop at different farms. He would find the farmer and start selling the product and I would start to wonder around looking for the dog or mostly kittens to play with. Then one day we stopped at this farm and Dad said stay in the car and don’t get out. Well he was gone for a while and I had to use the bathroom, so I decided to get out and go to the house and use theirs. Well I got halfway to the house and a big dog came out and made me turn and run for the car, but I didn’t get far before he bit me in the butt. I screamed and Dad and the owner came running out. Dad had to take me to the doctor and get a shot. On the way Dad said didn’t I tell you stay in the car; now you know why. From that time on I did as he told me to. I did have a great time those summers going with Dad. He would also take the sister too. My Dad taught Sunday school at the church that we attended, and he was my teacher for a few years and I am sure I was the most trouble for him in that class. He also spent time working around the church and would bring me along to help too. I followed his lead in my own life and have done just like Dad. I remember one Friday dad just got home and we sat on the front steps and talked and watch the cars driving by - something I loved to do. He had his check for the week's work. He showed it to me and the gross pay was around $70 and I thought if I make that much I'd have it made. Well as we all know, one couldn’t live on that now days and things change all the time. He taught me to save for a rainy day so to speak. He took me to the bank and helped me to set up a savings account. He told me that he always paid cash for his cars which meant that he needed to save until he had enough to do so. In most cases that has helped me not to jump into debt. I have bought several cars with cash but like most of us I've also made payments to a bank, etc. He taught me to stand up for myself and I could do anything if I put my mind to it. This has helped me much in my life. He taught me to always work hard and give a day's work for a day's pay. This has caused me some problems at times in my life because not everyone likes it if you do this around them because then they would have to do it also - it's too bad, isn’t it. My dad was not too handy, so many times he would let me do stuff for him because he knew that I seemed to understand how to do it a little better than him. The only thing he did not want me to touch was his cars. That was for him to care for, even if it meant taking it to the shop. His cars always were in top working order because he counted on them for his job. I lost my Dad when I was 22 years old. Dad started to be sick when I was in eighth grade. My mother needed to go to the hospital and we got into Dad's 1950 Buick and headed down the street. Now mother had not driven for a long time and she drove stick shift. Well as we left our street and headed down the road and she shifted the car into reverse (it was automatic transmission) and we came to a sudden stop. I flew into the window - no seat belts yet - and mother looked at me and said "you are going to have to drive to the hospital." I was only 13 - 14 years old. You see daddy had already started to show me how to drive and I was putting the car in the garage most of the time for daddy. That was dad thinking ahead and he said I needed to learn how to drive. Daddy spent the next 8 or so years slowly losing the battle with Parkinsons. I don’t remember how long it was that he spent in the hospital but I would stop and see him on the way home from school in Chicago when he was in Madison at the VA Hospital. In those last years of my dad's life I never remember him complaining about his sickness, in fact he would make fun of it at times. I would take him for a drive after school most every night to get him out of the house. I enjoyed doing it. There are many more things about my dad, but I am going to leave something for my sisters to tell about. I miss my father very much and at times in my life I wished that I could talk to him about things that a son and dad talk about, but I know that he is now in a much better place.

Dave

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MOM - and what a mother she was - her family always came first. She worked very hard to help daddy provide for the family's needs. She had a big vegetable garden, with raspberries, strawberries, aspargus to produce food to can and freeze. Also she had a beautiful flower border on the length of the back lot from which she sold flowers to add to the family's income. She also took in boarders when Badger Ordnance was in full swing to bring in a little extra income. We helped her as children as much as we could. She went to work full-time in her mid forties when dad's health began to decline and worked for 20 yrs. until her health forced her to retire. There was always room for one or more at her table - she always shared her meager resources with those in greater need than she. She befriended many people and counseled many more who sought her out. I lived with her in the family home for most of my adult years - she was not only my mom but my best friend. We enjoyed traveling together and visiting family and friends. She would spend her winters researching our next travel location. I think of her often now as I work in the garden with my flowers and veggies, as I read (she was an avid reader) and as I play the piano or listen to music (she loved music). Tho she suffered with heart disease and subsequently cancer, we were privileged to have her with us for almost 91 years. She and dad made a nice looking couple and there was never a doubt how much they loved each other. Her hope was that they could retire and travel together, but that was not to be. They both have left us a wonderful legacy of what a real family should be. Mom was a great listener and confidante'. I still miss our chats and our times together. Her spiritual walk with the Lord pointed us to her greatest Source of strength. She was indeed a wonderful Mom! Lyn	DAD - a family man, gentle and loving. He loved to drive and liked to keep his cars looking the best, even cleaned the engine to a spit shine. He was an on the road salesman for several different products, until he went to work for a company as an artificial breeder. We use to get to go with him in his orange truck - if we were near Loganville, he'd always stop to get us a double dipper ice cream cone for 5 cents.Hard to believe that now with the price of food. Oh what wonderful memories we have. I remember him sitting up with me at nite and holding his warm hand over my ear because I suffered from earaches. I remembered he always smelled so good - must have been that Old Spice he used after shaving. He loved to drive and we took many rides as a family for visits to friends and relatives. We looked for aspargus in spring and walnuts and apples in fall. He loved sports, especially football and was an avid fan of our H.S. team until he could no longer go in person. Then TV became his source of enjoyment.He was raised on a farm with 9 other siblings, but was the only son who served in the military (WWI). He pursued our mom for 5 years before she agreed to marry him. He affectionately called her "Doey" and loved her for her spontaneity. He suffered from malaria which he contracted in the military and in mid-life was diagnosed with parkinsons disease. In his last years, he made me promise that I would take care of Mom after he was gone and I kept that promise. He died at 67; the age at which I now write this tribute. We lost him too early, but his impact on our lives is lasting. His spiritual walk with the Lord became his comfort and strength through the years. What a wonderful and loving dad he was. Lyn
	My Father - What a great daddy he was to all of us. These are some of the things that I remember about him that made my dad special to me. About the earliest I remember I was about 4 or 5 years old, it was a Saturday afternoon and summer time, my sister and I were playing outside in the back yard and dad came home from work. At this time I think he was a salesman. I don’t know what he sold at the time. Anyway he told us to go in the house and get cleaned up that we where going to go for a ride. We did this a lot as he loved his family and liked to be together like that. We ended up going to a town a little ways from home where dad would stop often I think. There we all got an ice cream cone and sat out front of the store and ate it. [Note this store still exists today as Lyn, Ruth and I stopped there last year and talked to the son of owner of that day.] My dad loved just getting in his car, which I think was a 1941 Buick at the time, with all of us and going for rides in the country. This is something I to this day still love to do. My father was around six feet tall and a large boned man and to me had large warm hands. He always wore a hat of some kind. One day he came home and took off his hat and laid it on top of a towel rake that hung in the back room of the house. Well he later was on the way out to do something and picked it up off the rake and put it on his head. For some reason he was distracted and took care of whatever it was and started out again. He walked around a little and than asked us to help him find his hat. So we all looked around everywhere, but no hat. Then one of us noticed that the hat was on his head and said "daddy it's on your head." We all laughed about that for a long time. Dad was a very warm hearted man and cared about everyone. He didn’t raise his voice very much but when he did we all listened. Yet I remember several times that he would come home from selling and mom would ask how his day was and sometime into the conversation he would tell her that he felt sorry for someone and just gave them the product, because they needed help just then. Mom would of course ask him "well how will you buy the replacement to sell to the next customer." Dad would say "oh it will all work out." He would many times have tears in his eyes when saying it. This is one of the things that made our dad very special; he always cared for others like that.I also remembered when we were sick, daddy would come and sit by the bedside and put his warm hand on us or rub our chest if we had colds and it always seemed to make it feel better and help us go to sleep. He many times would also sit and tell us stories or read sometimes to us. I think that Dad had only a 5th grade education (he had to work on the family farm), but he seemed to do well with that. We didn’t hear much about my father's family life, but from time to time we would go to reunions or family get togethers. I remember one that took place in Oshkosh, Wisconsin. I must have been 4 or 5 and I think most of my Dad's family was there. I would hang onto my Dad's pant leg and follow him around as he talked with the family. Somehow I let go and was playing and realized that I had let go of his pant leg and walked over to one of my uncle's (Dad's brothers) and grabbed his pant leg. This was fine for a while until I saw my Dad walk just a little ways from me and turned and looked up and came to the realization that who I had a hold of was not my Dad and I let go and ran to my Dad's side. At this reunion I asked daddy, was this the ocean, and my dad just laughed and laughed and told me no, it was Lake Winnebago. I still thought it wasn’t because I couldn't see the land on the other side like all the other lakes that I had seen. Some of my fond memories were in the summer many times as I got older Dad would take me along on the job with him. The first summer that I remember, Dad sold some kind of feed for cattle. So we would go driving in the country and stop at different farms. He would find the farmer and start selling the product and I would start to wonder around looking for the dog or mostly kittens to play with. Then one day we stopped at this farm and Dad said stay in the car and don’t get out. Well he was gone for a while and I had to use the bathroom, so I decided to get out and go to the house and use theirs. Well I got halfway to the house and a big dog came out and made me turn and run for the car, but I didn’t get far before he bit me in the butt. I screamed and Dad and the owner came running out. Dad had to take me to the doctor and get a shot. On the way Dad said didn’t I tell you stay in the car; now you know why. From that time on I did as he told me to. I did have a great time those summers going with Dad. He would also take the sister too. My Dad taught Sunday school at the church that we attended, and he was my teacher for a few years and I am sure I was the most trouble for him in that class. He also spent time working around the church and would bring me along to help too. I followed his lead in my own life and have done just like Dad. I remember one Friday dad just got home and we sat on the front steps and talked and watch the cars driving by - something I loved to do. He had his check for the week's work. He showed it to me and the gross pay was around $70 and I thought if I make that much I'd have it made. Well as we all know, one couldn’t live on that now days and things change all the time. He taught me to save for a rainy day so to speak. He took me to the bank and helped me to set up a savings account. He told me that he always paid cash for his cars which meant that he needed to save until he had enough to do so. In most cases that has helped me not to jump into debt. I have bought several cars with cash but like most of us I've also made payments to a bank, etc. He taught me to stand up for myself and I could do anything if I put my mind to it. This has helped me much in my life. He taught me to always work hard and give a day's work for a day's pay. This has caused me some problems at times in my life because not everyone likes it if you do this around them because then they would have to do it also - it's too bad, isn’t it. My dad was not too handy, so many times he would let me do stuff for him because he knew that I seemed to understand how to do it a little better than him. The only thing he did not want me to touch was his cars. That was for him to care for, even if it meant taking it to the shop. His cars always were in top working order because he counted on them for his job. I lost my Dad when I was 22 years old. Dad started to be sick when I was in eighth grade. My mother needed to go to the hospital and we got into Dad's 1950 Buick and headed down the street. Now mother had not driven for a long time and she drove stick shift. Well as we left our street and headed down the road and she shifted the car into reverse (it was automatic transmission) and we came to a sudden stop. I flew into the window - no seat belts yet - and mother looked at me and said "you are going to have to drive to the hospital." I was only 13 - 14 years old. You see daddy had already started to show me how to drive and I was putting the car in the garage most of the time for daddy. That was dad thinking ahead and he said I needed to learn how to drive. Daddy spent the next 8 or so years slowly losing the battle with Parkinsons. I don’t remember how long it was that he spent in the hospital but I would stop and see him on the way home from school in Chicago when he was in Madison at the VA Hospital. In those last years of my dad's life I never remember him complaining about his sickness, in fact he would make fun of it at times. I would take him for a drive after school most every night to get him out of the house. I enjoyed doing it. There are many more things about my dad, but I am going to leave something for my sisters to tell about. I miss my father very much and at times in my life I wished that I could talk to him about things that a son and dad talk about, but I know that he is now in a much better place. Dave