Grandma was always so full of energy. She was always happy...So happy that she would wag like a puppy when we got off the plane for a visit. She would stick out her lower jaw and you knew that meant she was going to squeeze you up in her arms. I remember going on walks through the woods behind her house in Harrison. She always pointed out all the birds. She always had gum. She always gave us hugs and kisses and called us her babies. I miss her so much.
When I think of Aunt Anita I think “young at heart”. She always had so much energy and seemed to be up for anything. My Mom says “tough as nails”. She was so strong and could do anything a man could do. She told me of a time at the farm when something went wrong with the well, or it ran dry. Anita loaded empty 5 gallon jugs into the back of the truck and drove to town....filled all the containers and loaded them back into the truck....then unloaded them again at the farm for everyone to use. She can’t recall exactly how long this went on - but remembers that it was “quite a while”. That could mean almost anything, as Helen can be a master of understatement!
Oh Dick, what a beautiful picture you painted for us with your eulogy, can’t remember a certain story but I do remember how good she was us,and what a hard worker she was and how I loved to hear her laughter, always loved your family, nancy
so many childhood memories. I loved going to Aunt Anita trailer--when us cousins went for a week to other cousins houses. I loved the trailer and that a train track was right behind it and trains came by and shook your house. Very cool. Of course the many farm memories. The barn, animals, and bugs.. I may have this memory wrong, but when your Dad got hit by a drunk driver in a truck and cured him. Aunt Anita said "if I had known this I would have hit him with a truck years ago" Miss you Aunt Anita.. Love
I don't have one particular story to tell. I don't recall the time period, probably late 60's mostly. Sam & I with our kids would go out to the farm to see Dick & Anita on many weekends. I could never find a coffee cup so 'Nita would hand me an empty jelly or peanut butter jar. I'd feel bad that there were no coffee cups so the next trip out, I'd bring a few coffee mugs - which was ok for that trip only. My dear brother would pour a cup of coffee, take it with him when he was going outside -maybe in the barn or just around the farm. When he was done drinking the coffee, apparently he'd toss the cup on the ground - hence - back to the empty jars. We spent a lot of time at the farm during that time - and naturally it was full of laughs. Good times!