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Linda Fitsik posted a condolence
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Dear Mary Lou, Nancy, Betsy, and all of you families: Sorry for the loss of your Dad. He was sweet man and will be missed. I will never forget is smile. God Bless you all and remember all the good times. Linda Fitsik HSBC Bank
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Suzanne Hoyt posted a condolence
Monday, July 12, 2010
Many perceive death as the end. I choose to see it as a beginning. A new journey where we are free of pain and able to experience that time in our lives when we were the happiest.
My grandfathers' passing should be celebrated with the same spirit in which he lived his life. He leaves behind a legacy of very fond memories for me.
The last few days have been spent remembering...they are like flashes...trips to The White Eagle bakery to visit John and Fran and pick up a loaf of bread for cocoa and toast. Now over to Zimball's to buy cigars for chewing tobacco. We would ususally throw in a visit to Grand Way or Dandee Donuts then back home.
Sunday dinners on Kent Street where the whole "gang" got together was usually followed by a game of pitch. Oh...how he loved a good game of pitch.
Enter the VW Camper. Our lives would never be the same. Trips to the St. Lawrence, Sellkirk, and Inlet. Gramps minded the heat and his camping trips took him to "cooler places". Always with a few of the grandkids in tow...Oh, how we loved those trips.
When warm weather was upon us, gramps would say "We are in a heat emergency!" I caught my self telling my husband last week that we were in a "heat emergency" when the temps rose to 95, then I laughed. I remembered...I still laugh when I picture entering the side door of Kent Street with my mother. It was the hottest day of the year and grandpa yelled, "Come on in Boo, we canning!"
In later years we would reminisce about those camping trips and he would always get you in a game of pitch. Even at 92 he was sharp and could still beat us.
My heart tells me that today, he is behind the wheel of his VW camper, a fresh piece of chewing tobacco, smiling and waving to St. Peter as he opens the gates saying..."we Camping"!