Monday, July 30 2007, 5:08 pm
My Grandad and Grandma met in Seattle, during WWII, where Grandad was stationed.
A friend of hers set them up on a blind date.
They met at the train station, and Grandma had told Grandad on the phone that he would know who she was because she would be wearing a brown hat.
When he got to the station, he saw three girls wearing brown hats.
So he picked the prettiest one.
They were married 61 years.
A friend of hers set them up on a blind date.
They met at the train station, and Grandma had told Grandad on the phone that he would know who she was because she would be wearing a brown hat.
When he got to the station, he saw three girls wearing brown hats.
So he picked the prettiest one.
They were married 61 years.
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Monday, October 2 2006, 11:24 pm
WE had a beautiful service for Grandad on Saturday. Each of his five grandsons went up to the pulpit after the Mass and said a few words on his behalf. We will miss him, but -- God-willingly -- he is in a better place. He died with a scapular on, which gives us Catholics some hope.
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