I miss just sitting and listening to him talk about history and or any question you had he would give you the entire story from creation to end.  He was a man of very few words unless you asked a question or he felt something needed to be said!  I enjoyed the time visiting him with my daughter at the nursing home and Keira walked off to while I was feeding GP his dinner.  I looked up and was like Keira where did you go.  He just smeerked and pointed to a chair, Keira was playing with the cat behind the chair but he never took his eyes off of her still a protector till the end love you Grandpa and Happy 102 

The first memory I have of Mr. Theiss, a/k/a "The Chief", he was sitting in the trunk of his car. Seemed normal enough. I had a dad just like him at home. As 554 Central Ave became my second home, I'd always be greeted by a dry "Are you here again?" or a subtle eyeroll as he witnessed various shenanigans as Carol and I navigated our way through childhood. Later in life, I was so lucky to have a first row seat, usually at the kitchen table over a cup of coffee, to his stories about his time in the military. And he always remembered that I played the flute. I would offer to bring it over and play a few ditties, for which I received the same subtle eyeroll ( and my giggles.) Hail to the Chief --the mold has been broken. We can all smile knowing that he is now forever with his Grace in His Grace.