No, not Pearl Harbor. Today was the day in 1985, we lost Grandma, and then early in the morning a few hours later, Uncle Vane. Nov. 21-22, 1985. A month later we lost Alan Henderson, dec. 24, 1985 a cousin of Joann, Theo, Loree, and Lyle.
mr t
1983 - Wrong Number
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*Finally... the kind of story eveyone likes... a short one... in fact, from
what I heard... a tiny, little one...*
*1983 – Wrong Number*
*“*Larry? I’ve g...
16 years ago
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From Mr. T -
I wanted to add,that after our discussion today in person, dan and I both agreed that, in so many words, this is the real day our childhood really ended. Not high school graduation, but this day, Nov. 21,1985. With Grandma's passing, especially, even though we were adults, we ended ourchildhood that day. Because we also lost our life's compass and where we came from, our matriarch, our guiding beacon, and our weekend home forever. We will always miss you Grandma, and that cookie jar full of cookies too! If you close your eyes tonight before you go to sleep, imagine that outdoor light (with the one light bulb)on the old green house on the back left corner by the driveway, shining in the dark, guiding us back home............ah forget it, I'm imagining that darn cookie jar!
hmmmm,i guess having left 16 years earlier my childhood ended then.true enough i suppose...
You Can take the boy out of the country but you can't take the country out of the boy. You clowns still are kids at heart and you know it. And yes, it is a day i will remember...absolutely devastating.
Speaking of clowns, I had lunch with one yesterday........
Well you know what they say about big feet.....
I've been more like Emmett Kelly lately..
I told you guys i think that once after celebrating Christmas I drove myself and Allen Henderson back from Oscoda to Clare in my 79 Trans Am. Gramma was staying up there at Mickles and Allen had his car at gramma's. It was snowing and blowing, hard to see and it was at night. He was very pleasant and cool as a cucumber the whole way. Even told me a few stories. But i'll bet anything he was thinking he'd be lucky to make it back to Clare with the slippery roads, a trans am and a 20 year old at the wheel...whew! Hope they had "Depends" back then.
pretty certain you told me that story awhile back.i can picture alan sitting there in the bucket seat,chatting.
the weirdest thing just happened.i'm watching "midway" on amc...just as a plane was taking off,the skyking theme came on from the player on the blog. i did a triple-take at that...
That is weird. Yes Allen told me some story about catching thieves who were on snowmobiles up there. I think at the time I'd heard him talk about that before at gramma's. A really nice man too. Tom & I talked yesteday about the day of gramma's and Vane's funeral. Terrible weather, Tom and I were Pall bearers. We all met at Gramm's afterwards, which was the last time i was there. Tammy was there too-she remembers. Pat had laughed about Vane, Paul and everyone hiding in the garage to take a nip, as if hint,hint-let's do likewise. I always think of what a sad day though. And I think also of the inner strength Theo had and still does. Looking back it would've been good therapy for me to hang out longer at the house but i felt so bad i just wanted to leave. Others came back tthor ough later weeks to care of things and sort through things-I did not.
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