I remember riding in their car one time when I must have been about four or five years old, It had a metal ring on the glove box that looked like the metal horn ring on the steering wheel. and whenever I pressed the glove box ring, that grandpa would honk the horn making me think as a child that I had done it. I loved the horse head window covering that hung in the window of their door in the house at Ririe. and playing with you and others at the summer ranch in island park. And thought it rather weird that my dad had a truck named the same as grandpa's ranch. The Diamond T.

Grandpa's funeral was the first one I remember ever attending. I was six years old at the time. I noticed that everyone was upset & crying, all except grandma, so I climbed up on her lap and ask her why she was not crying? She told me that Grandpa had gone to Heaven, and that all the others were crying because they were going to miss him. She said she was not crying because it would not be long and she would be in heaven with him. That answer satisfied my curiosity. After that I often dreamed of the two of them asleep, setting in wooden wicker chairs outside of the ranch house. Waiting for me to run up the path to the porch and wake them up & hug them. Yes Roma I believe families are forever also.