Thursday, September 23, 2010
I remember Don as a very fun Loving man. Years ago, as I hanged out with his son Randy, some of my fondest memories are of Don packing us kids up and taking us down 'camp', the Moonlite Hunting and Fishing Club, and spending days on end fishing, camping, swimming, driving Don's car sometimes.. Hours at the lake, in the wooded hills, and around the campfire telling stories of the legends of the woods around us were some of my best memories of summer during those years.
Even tho we probably scared the crap out of him on one incident where we caught a 20 lb catfish on a turtle line, and during the excitement and screaming, all of the turtles in the burlap sack ripped out and were loose in the small rowboat we had. Don was in a wheelchair with a cast up the entire length of his leg, sitting on the other side of the lake, where he couldn't see us, but only hear us screaming, leaving him to wonder what these boys had run into back in that cove, which left him yelling to the top of his lungs, 'Whats going on over there!!', in his helpless situation.
He always seemed to initiate the stories around the fire, and the games we played during those times of so much fun. Don seemed to be a connoisseur of fun, and had it not been for him, these days of summer, that will live on in my memory forever, would not have happened. Truly a beautiful soul.
