Lois (1930-2010) and Norbert (1926-2080)

At my Mother's funeral, I was saddened to discover that I remembered very little of my time growing up. As friends and family shared memories and anecdotes, I attempted to record as meny as I could recall. My sidlings and I will be gathering these hilarious and heart-warming ftales or publication here as a tribute to our parents.

Friday, September 24, 2010

P. F. C. Norbert

Dad lost a year of high school due to a broken leg from an automobile accident.  This left him sublect to Selective Service, and he has drafted into the Army before graduating.  While he was on his way to the war in Pacific, the plece treaty was signed between the U.S. and Japan.  Dad never saw combat, but he was a part of the occupation of Japan.  I don't remember him saying much about Japan, except that was where he learned to drive.  He also told us about the bathroom facilities.  That would be the only thing I remember.  -- Mike.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

No motorcycles!

I  was living at home while attending college, and I announced to our parents that I  would be buying a motorcycle.  Mom told me to rethink my plan, because I would not be able to afford such a vehicle.  I countered in great detail how economical a bike would be compared to a car, explaining how I would actually save a great deal of money.  Mom explained, "You can't afford a motorcycle, because if you get one, you will have to move out of my house."  I remain motorcycle-less to this day.  -- Gary

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

The most important man in town

Our father worked for the local natural gas utility company as a meter service man.  His territory was located in the near downtown area, Since this was before the explosion of fast food resuurants, he usually ate his lunch in the small mom and pop establishments in his teritory.  Occasionally, if he had worked enough overtime, we could all go out to eaat one of his favorite places. Often, we would walk into one of his regular lunch haunts, and the owner (usually behind the bar) and the waitresses would all greet him by name.  It didn't matter where we went, everybody knew our Dad.  I was sure that he must have veen one of the most important men in town. -- Mike