I was about 8/9 in this picture, which means Colleen was about 12/13. Thats my Granny Emma and Papa.

Papa was the sweetest man, on Sunday mornings he would read the Funny Paper to us and do the voices for each one. I can't remember EVER hearing him say anything bad about anybody. The local radio station "Coyote McCloud" used to tell jokes all the time and almost everyone was introduced as the newest joke from Painter Harry (my Papa). He could whistle like you wouldn't believe, whole songs or bird calls. I loved him dearly, and he is waiting for me up in heaven with God.

Granny Emma helped raise us, she also made certain we went to church Sunday morning, Sunday night and Wednesday night. Its because of her (and the wonderful people at our church) that I know about God and Jesus and the wonderful love They have for us. She wasn't even 5 foot tall, but she was a dynamo! When it was time for us to come in she would flip the porch light on and off (LOL) so you better say your goodbyes quick and get in the house. She's up in heaven too, and one day I'll see her again and tell her thank you for all she did for me, since I didn't realize it before she was gone.

Love you Emma and Papa!