I remember Uncle Ted playing baseball at Grandpa Hassall's farm. He was so energetic and laughing so much. And the time he came to Nebraska, during a house flood, he helped fix the faucet that was flooding from upstairs. He and Aunt Lois went and bought the fixing's for a cookout, too, and we had 'drop-in' guests-the tree had worms, and the heat from the grill made them drop. His support during and after Mom's funeral was wonderful too.
As always, when someone passes, "Our world is darker, but heaven shines brighter."
God be with you all Nan Hassall Lockport NY