I am a maker of things, all sorts of things, big and small things, silly and fun things. This is my adventure.
Friday, September 28, 2012
My Uncle Carl
My Uncle Carl died this morning in his sleep. Peaceful, without pain. He was a veteran, a college man, a farmer. With hands of steel, large, enveloping, loving hands. To calm a newborn calf, to pat the heads of wayward nieces and nephews. Always ready with a story about the comings and goings of life in Crivitz, Wisconsin. I loved him very much. Rest well Unca Cayo.