Saturday, December 3, 2022
Oh, Ewart...so many memories flood my heart and mind whenever I think of you. I still can't call you Uncle, you were my older brother in my early years and you will forever hold that place in my heart. One of my favorite stories to tell about you is the Sunday you came back from trouting and you brought home a frog or toad for me to see. Unfortunately, it ended up hopping into a bowl of jello mom had on the table for dessert that evening! Boy, was mom savage!!! You caught the critter again and off we marched, down the road to the little marsh next to Gerry Sargent's garage to release it. The walk back to the house was much slower, giving Mom some time to cool down (didn't work though). Rest easy, Skipper. You will be forever remembered because you will be forever loved.
