Paul was the best father-in-law ever. I will forever remember his cheerful laugh and his playful scowls. He was a true conversationalist and really enjoyed what other people had to say as much as he loved to talk about his memories and own observations. I miss him every day and hope that I can be as vivacious, persevering, and kind as he was throughout his life. Rest in peace & love, Paul.

I think about Dad every day but haven't had words to write until now. I shared so many memories with him that are now mine alone to keep. Like driving the Alcan in 1953 in a '52 Dodge pickup with a drum of gas in the bed and lots of tire patching kits. It's lonely being the only one to remember certain things. It's just lonely without Dad.

One of Dad's favorite riddles:  What does this spell?
BAC
KAC
HE

We spent a lot of time at Big Lake. I remember being amazed at cars driving on the ice in winter. Dad brought a big steel bar out and pierced the numerous layers of ice so I could fish through the hole. It all seemed miraculous to me. Probably around 1958-59.