Monday, September 12, 2005
It's hard to say good-bye, sometimes. Great Uncle Charlie (my Grandmother, Hazel's only brother) was a hard working, fun man with a great sense of humour and a tremendous work ethic... like most farmers. I remember him bringing a container of fresh milk to Grandma Mac's home so she could enjoy it. I also remember a man that danced the legs off my bride at my wedding, much to his amusement and the astonishment of men less than half his age. Good-Bye, Uncle Charlie. Rest well - you've earned it. Lovingly rememberd by Great Nephew Les and Family.