Saturday, July 26, 2014
I have lots of fond memories of Grandpa Larry… spending a large portion of my summers with him and Nana, swimming, water skiing, fishing for hornpout, feeding the squirrels, going into the woods to cut wood for the wood stove, shoveling out the dirt to make their basement, the ‘nail in the finger’ prank he pulled on Wanda, calling me “Yulie”, drinking Sanka, drinking Moxie (yuk!), cracking nuts, joke gifts at Christmas (including ‘the shirt’), and in more recent years writing letters to each other since I moved to Alaska. He was always interested in what was going on in my life and always had a story to share.
