Ewing and Harris 1946
This book belonged to my father-in-law.

Since his life on earth ended this past week, I’ve reflected
on what I learned from him over the past 30 years. He was never one to talk much. He didn’t share words of wisdom or a list of
principles to live by.
This book here is an example of what comes to mind when I think about his life. He was born in 1931
and never finished high school. Instead,
he learned a trade, and he learned it well. Then he worked hard - really hard – all his
working years – for his family. No
whining, no complaints. It’s just what
he did. I know his children appreciate
what he did for them. And I am grateful
too, for he passed that value along to his son!
I am also grateful that he was able to spend quite a few
years in retirement at his home on the St. Croix Flowage. He certainly deserved the rest. And when I think of him, those are the
moments I remember the most. Those early
mornings, watching the fog clear from the lake.
We didn’t talk much – but that’s okay.
Sometimes actions speak louder than words.
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