PAPA

A wonderful man came into my life, or rather I came into his life about fifty-two plus years ago. He was dad, aka Lauren, Corn, Papa. Today it has been five years since he passed away so I wanted to post a little tribute to him.

He wore many hats,

a father

a husband

a friend (he never met a stranger)

a machinist

a fisherman

a hunter

a fixer of almost anything

lover of classical music

a golfer

and the most wonderful grandpa to eleven grandchildren

He was "PAPA"

These were the only pictures I was able to get my computer t0 accept. It is not the computers fault, it is the operator.
He was a big kid at heart, always up for fun.
He built my brother a go-cart when he was little,
built a tree house for the grandkids to play in,
he made kitchen knives and hunting knives,
he grew and sold raspberries,
he love spending time in Alaska panning for gold and fishing for salmon.
He loved riding his four wheeler in the deserts of Arizona.

He was not a mean person in any way, shape, or form.
Nope, he refused to make anyone feel unimportant.

He always loved a good joke,(sometimes a little off color) he seemed to always have one waiting in the wings to tell.

Was he perfect? NO
Was he loved and adored? YES!!

Knock, knock
Who's there?
Miss
Miss Who?
I Miss you Dad!