Hello, Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here!
Grandpa always used to say if you pout, a little birdy will come and poop on your lip. Well, I was pouting on Friday and a little birdy flew by and pooped on my fresh shirt.
I will attempt to keep a little more positivity moving forward!
May 1st would have been his 95th birthday. From all I remember, he was a kind and gentle man much like my father.
I am not sure what happened to me as I am neither very kind or gentle. It must have skipped a generation as my daughter is all over these qualities.
I suppose there is a maybe a little kindness under my rough exterior, but I think he passed on hard work and consistency to me. Every time I visited Wisconsin, he was mowing lawns and pitching newspapers.
I carry his wallet, one of the few tangible things he left. It makes me stand a little taller when I put it in my pocket.
It is unique how one man makes a mark on the world and he is dearly missed.