What can I say? Your Father was born July 29, 1942. He was supposed to be a girl. I had two brothers already. Oh well such is life. I was only seven so I'm not sure about this but I understand he never wore diapers. I admit I dropped him on his head, but in my defense he was little, about a year old he should have out grown it. Don't you think?
When we moved to Quincy and our new lawn was near death he took the shovel a big tin can and rode a mile or two into the country on his bike and returned with the can full of earth worms. He scattered the worms on our very sick lawn and it lived.
With Uncle Lyle's help they made a KILLER batch of cookies--equal parts of salt and sugar. He gave himself a haircut and covered the mistakes with shoe polish. He loved to work in the garden with Mom and Dad.
When we moved to Quincy and our new lawn was near death he took the shovel a big tin can and rode a mile or two into the country on his bike and returned with the can full of earth worms. He scattered the worms on our very sick lawn and it lived.
With Uncle Lyle's help they made a KILLER batch of cookies--equal parts of salt and sugar. He gave himself a haircut and covered the mistakes with shoe polish. He loved to work in the garden with Mom and Dad.
Little brother, affectionately known as Teeny Deany, you along with your dear wife Lily have raised an awesome family. CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR 40th ANNIVERSARY.
I love you both
-Janet
I love you both
-Janet
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