Tuesday, January 8, 2019
One of my memories is of playing cards. Playing Canasta comes to mind. Always so much fun, staying up late, the table full of cards and Harry’s infectious laugh. I remember the harvests, working together, cooking big meals and sometimes taking them out to the field when time was short. I remember breathing a sigh of relief when the crop was finally in the bin and then Harry would say “the work is just beginning, now it’s time to prepare the fields for spring seeding!” I remember all of the family gatherings, Harry loving having everyone home being surrounded by kids and grandkids. Mike always enjoyed visiting with Harry at the acreage, they would discuss their various work projects, RV travel, and of course old tractors. But most of all I remember Harry’s warmth, his kindness and his strength. We always knew he was there for us and we were always sure of his love for us.
Our hearts are with you all tomorrow.
