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dan bush
May 7, 2025
Reread the comments posted here over the many years since Dad's passing. In an earlier post Marge recalled that we kids looked forward to Dad coming home from work, mainly hoping/expecting he would play games with us. And for the most part we managed to get him involved. Sometimes he would say "you guys go ahead and play" and when we did he would then often come to the table to watch and then we might to get him to join in. I guess we wanted to shine in front of him--to do well at cards or dice, or make miracle catches or throw ringers :). And he was really just plain fun to play with despite the fact that he usually won. I recall watching Dad and Marge playing 3-handed pinochle and begged and begged to let me play. Finally one day they said ok. I felt really confident that I would do well, but as it turned out they crushed me, and if you know 3-handed pinochle, then you know what I mean by "they." Each time I thought I had a pretty good hand and got the bid, it turned out that they would take most of the tricks . . . and Dad chuckled each time I got set and Marge would just smile.
dan bush
May 17, 2024
Thought I have left comments for the 21st year of passing of Dad, but then noticed it has been two years since last post. Spring is here in the PNW and the weather had warmed, flowers out, and trees green. Planted small garden a couple of week ago and that made me recall how both him and mom were very much into gardening at the property on Munger. When visiting Dad would give me a tour of the garden identifying each vegetable or fruit and explaining how they were focusing on organically grown food. There was a stack of gardening magazines in the bathroom and one year he had ordered baby praying mantis and released them in the garden for pest control. I remember the soil in that area of the property was dark and rich and produced a bounty. Often the timing of my visit would coincide with the ripening of tomatoes and I recall mom putting salad bowls full of cut up fresh tomatoes on the table for snacks. It was also during that time that mom made wine and Dad made beer. I think they really enjoyed those years of their lives!
Dan Bush
May 6, 2022
It's been 19 years since Dad passed away and the memories of him remain keen. Dad was not what I would call a conversationist, though he was prone to talking at some length about a variety of topics. I learned early on that when speaking generally or telling stories, he would often hesitate leaving a brief interval of silence. Not sure why he did that (never asked). Perhaps he was collecting thoughts or did it for some effect. That of course ensured that he was not a blabber (like some of us), so if one was to really listen to him at length required a bit of patience, which listeners often did not have. Therefore he was at times interrupted as sometimes it appeared he had come to an end of what he had to say or we (I or someone) could not remain patient. At some point, I came to recognize his style and to see on his face that those interruptions irritated him, so I tried to remain silent and wait for him to continue, which wasn't always easy:).
Irene (Bush) Rolston
May 1, 2022
Opening my email this morning, I see a message from Dad's legacy.com website. I thought someone had posted a new message, but didn't find any recent posts. Perhaps because it is May Day and he was a veteran of WWII messages were sent to family. I have to say that Dad is always with me, in my mannerisms, my thoughts, the difficult decisions I've had to make, certainly in every card game I play. I find it interesting that we carry so much of our past family with us into the present and wonder how our offspring will carry us into the future.
Closing in on 60, I wonder what a conversation with Dad would be like now...
Dan Bush
May 6, 2021
Just remembering today is the 18th death anniversary of Dad. Will light a candle for him and tip a beer.
Dan Bush
November 13, 2020
Just spoke by phone to brother, Dave, and reminisced at bit about our Dad. We agreed that he was quite a handsome man, though we did not realize that growing up as kids. As with many kids, we loved when he played games with us, whether hitting the ball or playing horseshoes in the yard, or cards or board games in the house. Games were always more fun with him playing or even just watching us play. For us, it raised the stakes of doing well or winning.
Dan Bush
May 7, 2020
Yesterday we the 17th death anniversary of our Dad. I wonder what he would make of the covid-19 crisis we're in. I do believe he would have took it gracefully and though he was somewhat of a skeptic at heart he was also inclined to follow the advice of experts. Dad wasn't highly educated and had his own intellectual limitations (as do we all), but he also had an innate sense of knowing genuine bs when he saw or heard it, and he would have been very disappointed in the climate we find ourselves in, when experts and authenticity are rejected as fake.
A memory of Dad: he surprised me when one time he came home from work and told us we could sell some old tired he had and keep whatever money we got. I my memory there were somewhere between 10 - 20 tires and we were selling them at the side of the road for $1 each. After we sold a tire here and there, a guy stopped and offered to buy most of the remaining for a slight discount, so this turned out to be a major coup as we sold most, if not all, the tires and actually had some real money in our pockets for a change.
May 6, 2019
Miss my Daddy so much! We had some great conversations and lots of laughs together. I remember going to visit him when I heard he had terminal cancer. Flew to MI and stayed in Livonia with my son, Garrett. It was strange visiting him for what I knew was the last time. At one point, I said to him, "not sure what will happen next..." He said back to me, "Me either, but I always believed in Mother Earth." Me too, Dad!
dan bush
May 1, 2019
Dave's recent interest in the lives and times of passed individuals has led me to remember Dan and Mom more frequently lately. And as the years go by and I see myself and siblings reach retirement age (not yet for you Irene :), I'm becoming more reflective of the past and our own mortality. Eventually, we all become just a memory, and it's important (I believe) that we leave those who remember us with good memories, like Mom and Dad did for the most part.
Dan Bush
May 19, 2018
Thanks for nice photo, Dave. I just read through the posts to refresh what others and myself shared about Dad, and it struck me, as Dave said, that Dad was really a cool guy--I believe that had any of us known him as a contemporary and just another person, we would have liked him and thought he was quite cool.
David Bush
May 18, 2018
Dan
February 16, 2017
I see it's been awhile since anyone has posted here. A few weeks ago, I started writing down some thoughts to be given to my two youngest children, Vivi and Maya, after I'm no longer around. Was thinking that it would have been nice to have something like that from Mom and/or Dad, where we as adults could get to know them better. Funny how you can live with someone for years and still not know so much about them . . . but I guess that is part of the nature of humans. I'm not looking to divulge 'secrets,' but would like to be able to talk to my youngest when they are in their adult years, soI am thinking that they will be reading what I write many years from now. Have not been very consistent since I began, but am hoping to keep it going . . .
September 14, 2015
Unfortunately, I was not in a position to do much hands on help for Dad and Mom, but I have always appreciated and admired what my siblings did for them over the years. And I do recognize that warm and satisfactory feeling from having helped them, though what I did over the years was limited. I am proud of how our family stayed close despite the years and the distances and I hope (and expect) that we will continue that and thereby also continue to set an example for the younger generations!
David Bush
September 13, 2015
Remembering the times that I got to help out Dad and Mom around the house. Things like cutting up and hauling trees, installing a hot water heater, rewiring the out building, rebuilding a porch, patching the roof, repairing a fence, grocery shopping, laundry, doctors appointments, painting the house, repairing the lawn tractor, and of course mowing the lawn. Back then it was always a joy to help them, and now it's the fond memories. All of us kids helped them - I was fortunate to have stayed in the area and see how much they appreciated their kids. Wish all families had it so good.
David Bush
March 6, 2014
When dad passed away nearly 11 years ago his last request was that us kids take good care of mom. I hope that we have done a decent job of that so far.
dan bush
May 6, 2013
After ten years, memories of Dad remain prominent. Since Trang and daughter Vivienne did not get the chance to meet Dad, I get to tell them stories about him. I even had occasion to mention him while teaching last week, when I caught myself saying something that he often said ("what the hell!"). As students had questioning looks, I quickly explained that came from my Dad and you had to then fill in the rest of the words. Dad really was a cool guy!
David Bush
May 4, 2013
I took mom to the cemetery yesterday to visit dad's grave as we near the 10th anniversary of his death. It was a beautiful day, sunny and in the mid 70s. I remembered how much dad enjoyed spring and getting his vegetable garden worked up to begin planting on days like this. I think his greatest joys were taking care of his garden and small orchard of fruit trees, along with sipping coffee on the back porch while watching the sunrise and listening to the birds sing.
Trang at Dad's grave, Dec. 2010
February 11, 2011
In December of last year, we visited Michigan with my two kids and wife, Trang. It was Trang's first time to meet the family, and while there we visited Dad's grave on a snowy, but lovely day. Trang fell instantly in love with Mom and my one wish while there is that she would have had the opportunity to meet Dad in person. Since our return, I have been telling stories about Dad, trying to give her and the kids more of a sense of what kind of person, father, and grandfather he was.
One memory of Dad surfaced after we left the cemetery on that snowy day and drove past Sugarloaf Lake. When I was around 12 or 13, Dad took me fishing on Sugarloaf. We purchased some bait (nightcrawlers) and rented a boat at the little store on the lake. We fished for hours with minimal results and when the bait was running out, decided to head back. I pulled in my pole and Dad instructed me to row back leisurely while he trolled with the last worm. Not far from the dock he had a big bite and after a brief struggle pulled in a large bass (later turned out to be 15+ in). We got pretty excited and Dad quietly told me to row really slow as he threw out his line with about one third of a worm attached to a single hook on the harness. He said he wanted to get the big brother of the fish he had just caught. Sure enough, a few seconds later something big hit the line, and this time the struggle lasted awhile. As Dad maneuvered the fish to the side of the boat we could see it was quite a bit larger than the previous one. As he pulled it out, to me it looked like nothing short of a monster (later turned out 18+ in.)! What I remember most over these many years is how happy Dad was to catch those fish the he did. On the way home he kept saying, wow, we caught those on the last nightcrawler! I remember he made me feel very much part of it by praising my calm and patient rowing.
I was fortunate to have a handful of good times fishing with Dad, but this on in particular stands out in my memory.
- Dan Bush
dan bush
May 24, 2008
I quoted Dad the other day on something that stuck with me all these years. One might expect that Dad would not have had much patience with adolescent struggles, but on more than one occasion when some issue came up, he would say that it was not easy being a teenager. That used to strike me because I assumed that he would always side with the adult. But I think he had a pragmatic attitude when it came to personal issues--that life wasn't always easy and though we may make mistakes, we must try to learn from them and do the best we can, however imperfect. I hope I can employ that same attitude as my own children grow into young adulthood.
Irene Rolston
May 7, 2008
Yesterday makes 5 years since dad has been gone. I sure do miss his down-to-earth attitude about most things. If only more people had his level of integrity; the world would be a better place.
Missing your stories and laughter, Dad!
David Bush
December 19, 2007
Tomorrow is Dad's 89th birthday. Lately I've been remembering the times that Dad helped me out on my various home repair projects after he retired.
Neither of us had much carpentry experience yet he was there for me when I replaced the center beam under my house on a cold day in January in 1981. He assisted me for nearly 18 hours through what was the most dangerous and tiring day of my life.
A year and a half later we spent 4 - 15 hour days over a 10 day period removing the old siding and putting up new plywood sheathing on that same house. Each of the 4 days we took only one break at midday for about 30 minutes and consumed many cheeseburgers. He also had a 45 minute drive at each end of those long work days. A few months later Mom told me that he was exhausted when he got home after helping me.
The home repairs that we did together remind me of the times when I was a teenager that he would hit the softball to me (just the two of us) for hours out in the big yard. He would hit it short, then deep, then to the left, then to the right trying to tire me out. Neither one of us would admit to the other that we were exhausted and wanted to quit.
I am not sure if that kind of persistence comes from being stubborn or proud, but am glad that I got some of it from my dad.
Jane Randolph
December 22, 2006
Lately, I remember Dad saying that "You never stop learning.." That has been sticking in my mind a lot lately because I do believe there is something to this. The goal in life is not getting to a specific destination, but it is about all that we learn along the way.
David Bush
December 20, 2006
Today is Dad's 88 birthday. With his good health I think that he would still be alive and enjoying the early mild winter (actually late fall) here in Michigan except for the cancer.
I remember that his birth certificate had his birthday as December 19th rather than the 20th - he was born in the early morning hours and the doctor listed his birth one day early. Similarly when he passed away overnight his death certificate lists his death as May 6th. I noticed that he felt very cold to the touch at 9 am that morning and think that his death certificate may be off by one day too.
Happy Birthday Dad.
dan bush
August 4, 2006
I visited Dad's grave a few days ago with the kids. My daughter, Jordan, was able to find the exact location easily from the cemetery driveway. Though just nine years old, she remembers her grandfather well (in part thanks to photos and home video).
Many years ago, I used to drive out to the cemetery, often bringing friends who as I recall really like going there.
In more recent times, when visiting Dad's grave, I am struck by the reflective quality of the site, and am thankful for what seems a fine resting place for Dad, Beth, and others who are memorialized there.
Jane Randolph
August 2, 2006
I haven't written on this before, but decided its about time. I think of Dad just about every day, either something about him and who he was that had an influence who I am today, or just things that happened along the way. I remember when we would bug Dad to get out his guitar to play and sing to us. Those were precious moments to me. He wasn't the greatest singer, but I loved those times.
dan bush
February 21, 2006
Since another family birthday just passed, I will relate an experience I always enjoyed involving my Dad and this other family member. Growing up, we had an assortment of pets at one time or another, including dogs, cats, and rabbits. But none ever equalled our favorite dog, Snooper, who was a part of our family for about 13 years.
Snooper was basically a mut, but had some hunting dog lines in him and would really get excited when Dad got out his hunting boots to grease or shotgun to clean. Dad would laugh as Snooper whined and sniffed the air. And even though I lost any desire to hunt and shoot animals long ago, I still remember the joy I felt when seeing Dad and Snooper interact during those times!
Bruce Werner
February 20, 2006
Even as a new addition to the family, I have many great memories of Mom & Dad Bush. I have many photos, and I will share as they are converted electronically. The first is one taken at Don & Becky's place, before they moved to the lake.
My Love to everyone who has contributed or has read the Journal.
Bruce.
Mom & Dad at Don & Becky's
February 20, 2006
David Bush
February 19, 2006
Dad has been gone almost 3 years now and I still think of him nearly every day.
Just the other day I was thinking of the first time that he took me fishing. I was about 5 or 6 years old and it was in Sugarloaf Lake just north west of Chelsea. We were in a 12 foot rowboat, I think two of my older siblings were also in the boat (Mary & ???). I was using a long (15 foot?) cane pole and had a worm on the hook and a floating bobber attached. I remember the first fish that I hooked that day. Dad saw my bobber go under and told me to pull up hard to bring my fish in. I jerked upward on the pole and a small sunfish popped high out of the water and began to swing inward toward the boat like a bob on a long pendulum. I remember a loud "smack" as my fish hit dad on the right side of his face. That fish swung back and forth a couple of more times before dad got a hold of my line and took it off the hook for me. He was a little upset but knew that I couldn't help it with this being my first fish. I remember him laughing about it too. I might have caught other fish that day, but I only remember that first one.
I also remember dad's number one rule about fishing in small boats, "NEVER STAND UP IN THE BOAT!".
Patsy Brown (Wilber)
April 10, 2005
This is Pat Wilber Brown. I am Charles & Ethel Wilber's daughter. We use to get to Michigan once a year for vacation and visit the relatives. (Twice a year if there happened to be a funeral) Anyway, I remember staying at Grandma & Grandpa Wilber's little house and spending a lot of time at Uncle Howard & Aunt Audrey's house across the road. I remember him telling stories and playing with the kids and making us laugh a lot, too. He'd get out there and play with the kids. My brother, Ken, liked to get out and play ball, etc. I liked to stay in the house more and hold the babies. (Danny & David) We happened to get there for vacation when they were fairly new. I remember Uncle Howard's smile. Even tho I didn't get back there after I got married, I often thought of Uncle Howard and Aunt Audry and the kids. I look forward to reading the guest book often. I imagine most of you remember me as Patsy, if you remember me at all. Now I answer to most anything. Patsy, Pat, whatever. Grandma called me Patty. My prayers are with you and I think of you often.
Pat & Charlie Brown
dan bush
March 12, 2005
I recall so many stories about Dad, it's difficult to determine where to begin. I will always appreciate the fact that Dad, who spoke often in critical terms about others at his workplace, referred to Willie, an African American with respect. Despite social pressures to indulge in racism, by young adulthood I was somehow able to refrain from judging others on the basis of their origins or ancestry. And though he was not always able to do so himself, I still credit Dad with providing the basic outlook on life that enabled me to do that--something I am most grateful for!
David Bush
May 31, 2004
While he was alive I never thought to thank my father for his military service in Europe in 1944-45. Thanks Dad. Memorial Day 2004
Irene Rolston
May 8, 2004
I knew that the year anniversary of dad's death was coming up a few weeks ago. I awoke in the early hours of May 5th, unable to fall back asleep, and realized that this was close to the time that dad passed away, except that I was off by a day...but of course, this year is a leap year, so it may not be just my imagination...
I remember a few years ago, while Garrett and I were visiting folks in Michigan and staying with mom and dad, how dad would get up early to have coffee. As mom and Garrett remained sleeping, I would join dad on the back porch, listening to his stories. We got a chance to talk one-on-one for about an hour every morning. He told me lots of stories about people at the dealership, where he worked as a mechanic. I thought afterwards of how the African American community of Ypsilani came to trust dad as an honest white mechanic; someone who wouldn't screw them over just because he could.
For all the different sides of dad, he had a lot of integrity, something that seems to be lacking in our society these days. I'll always treasure the time we spent sipping coffee together and watching the sun getting higher in the sky. Those were precious moments.
Brian Simpson
May 7, 2004
Everytime I think of Uncle Howard I see his smile and his warmth. Even though I didn't get to see him very often I still cherish the memories he left with me. God Bless him.
Karen Werner
May 6, 2004
Well, it's been one year since my Grampa died, we still miss you, and you are always in our hearts! I love you grampa, you were and always will be the best.
Love, Karen, Daniel, Ariana, Patrick, and Sophia LeBouef.
Carol Haviland
January 8, 2004
Bob and Carol Haviland
David Bush
January 6, 2004
We all miss you Dad.
Marjorie Pregitzer
August 21, 2003
I have been missing Dad too. I remember many years ago going rabbit hunting with Dad and Don. It was a beautiful Fall day near the farm in Chelsea. I went along for the walk.
All of a sudden this huge deer a buck got up and slowly loped away. We just stared in awe. It was quite large. Days and years later, Dad would tell the story about seeing the buck and would always call me out to verify that everything was absolutely accurate. He knew his brothers would believe him if one of the kids agreed as they always tell the truth.
It really was true.
David Bush
August 21, 2003
It has been three and a half months now since we lost Dad. I often think about all the things that he taught me. I miss him alot and am thankful that we had him for so many years.
One summer day three years ago I was helping him connect a few new electrical outlets in the chicken house / workshop. At first I saw it as a quick 1 to 2 hour job to finish and then head out to the lake for a beautiful summer day. Dad started telling me about the basement that his brother Bob started building - especially about the great job Bob was doing laying the concrete blocks so straight and neat for his new house - a house that never was finished as the in-laws gave Bob and Pearl the house on Holmes Road . . . eventually I learned to slow down on the wiring job and enjoy some quality time with Dad. I spent the whole morning and afternoon listening to Dad's stories - many that I had never heard before - I wish now that I could remember more of those stories - but I will never forget the wonderful summer day with my Dad.
Brian Simpson
July 17, 2003
Uncle Howard is still providing us all with a new opportunity to use this media to get reconnected after all these years. Can some one tell me where Gary Wilber and his daughter Pat and son Kevin are. The last time I talked with Gary was back when one of the kids had a graduation open house. I have enjoyed reading about all of your memories of Howard. Please contine.
Howard Bush
July 4, 2003
The main things that I remember about Grandpa are; kids were always included in games of cards, volleyball and softball. Grandpa participated when most people his age wouldn't even try.
We never kept score in volleyball or softball and cards always seemed to be a game of chance.
Going to Grandpa's house on Saturday's was a lot of fun.
Grandpa Bush was a very special person.
He reinforced what my parents taught me. Treat people the way that you want to be treated.
Peggy McIntosh
June 12, 2003
Don't know why, but this one came to me recently: It was June, 1943. I was 5 years old. Howard, Betty, Don & Diana lived in a little trailer next to our house on Rossbach Rd. (The same house where Howard & Audrey & family lived in later years.) My mother, Vera, was expecting, and we had just come home from the grocery store. Dad went into the house with one load, and Mom got out, grabbed a couple of bags, turned around, and her maternity skirt fell down to her ankles. Howard came out of his place laughing so hard, he decided to go back and get his camera. Mom was yelling, "D--n it! Come and get these groceries so I can get my skirt back on!"
The next morning, I awoke to find no one in our house but my little brother Phil (I think they called him "Sonny" back then; but it was changed to "Butch" because Grandpa Wilber thought "Sonny" sounded like a sissy. He always called Dad "Buck.")
I called for Momma or Daddy and couldn't find them anywhere, so I did what I always did in any scary situation. I went back to bed and started bawling really loud.
Our bedroom window was open, and suddenly there was my Uncle Howard at the window, laughing at me, and he began to tell me silly stories so I would start laughing too. I don't remember when I figured out that my parents had gone to the hospital to "get" my brother Gary. He must have shifted a bit the night before and that was why mom's skirt fell off.
David Bush
June 7, 2003
I remember Uncle Jim, Donna, Joyce, and Carol well. I am about 2 years older than Joyce. I recall the times when they visited and when we went to their red brick house in Ypsilanti. I was a kid at the time and always thought a brick house the best as wolves could not blow them down.
Uncle Jim was my favorite - he would always talk and play with us kids. He helped us move from the farm when I was 3 years old. I sat in the middle of the front seat of his pickup truck as we drove and I kept pushing the stick shift out of gear as uncle Jim drove - he would just laugh and put the truck back in gear - at the time I wondered how he knew that I had moved the stick.
Dad always told us a story about Jim working and saving, and then taking a whole year off from work - I think that Dad thought it was neat that Jim could take a whole year off. He also told us a lot of Jim & Kenny stories including the horse bought at auction.
We lost touch with Donna, Joyce, and Carol shortly after Jim passed away. It is nice to hear from Joyce and Carol.
Marjorie Pregitzer
June 6, 2003
Dad used to tell a story about his brother Jim, as a young man he went nuts over buying things at auctions. They never knew what he'd bring home next.
Just last year Dad recounted the story about the time Jim came home, said he bought a horse. There wasn't anywhere to keep a horse. So while one brother and Jim went to get the horse (took several hours), the others set out to build a barn.
When the horse arrived, it's whole rear end stuck out from the barn, it was a little short.
I remember Jim coming to the house to explain his operation, he thought it was the right way to go since he had a family. Everyone was heartbroken over the result.
Joyce Fryc
June 5, 2003
I am James Neil Bush's oldest daughter, and I do remember Uncle Howard. I remember going to his house and playing with his kids before my Dad passed away. My thoughts and prayers go out to your family.
Carol Prehn
June 5, 2003
I didn't know Howard, but my Dad, James Neil Bush, who died 40 years ago on May 25, was his brother. I'm Jims youngest daughter Carol. I don't remember anyone from the Bush family except for Audrey, whom I met once while shopping with my Mother Donna. My prayers go out to your family.
Brian Simpson
June 4, 2003
What wonderful memories everyone has shared of such a good father, grandpa, and uncle. I never new him as well as many of you. But my memories of him, I cherish. It has been wonderful to read your comments. Thanks to you all. I hope that some of you who were closest to him would keep this guest book opened beyond June 6th. I send my love to you all. May God Bless you.
Irene Rolston
June 3, 2003
I'll always remember the story that dad told me about how I got my name. I used to ask him when I was young, why did you name me Irene? He told me the same story every time: "I named you after my third grade girlfriend, this little greek girl named Irene, who ate candy all the time and had rotten teeth." Followed by much laughter, mostly on his part.
But when I turned twenty-one, I took some champagne over to mom and dad's to celebrate (where and who else would you celebrate with?). After several drinks, I asked again, figuring I'd get the same ole story, but this time it was different. He told me that when he was in the army, he had a buddy, whose wife was named Irene. He said that he and his buddy would go out partying, and his friend would leave his pretty little wife with dad and go gadding about. My dad couldn't figure it out, why would he leave his good looking wife behind. So, he came up with an idea (one of those original Howard Bush ideas). He told Irene that they would dance together, and dance real close, to make his friend jealous. Well, they must have done a real good acting job, cause after that dance, his buddy never left his cute little wife with my dad!!
We'll miss your stories, but don't worry, we're all full of shit enough to carry on your legacy. Love to all the Bushes.
Bruce & Mary Werner
June 3, 2003
There is not much else to say about a good man. We will miss him, but try and carry on his legacy as best we can.
Mary (Bush) & Bruce.
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Gloria Weber Hubbell
May 31, 2003
I am so sorry to hear of the passing of Uncle Howard, my mother Mildred's brother. I remember the many times we would go to their home when we were younger. They played cards to the wee hours of the morning while us kids played hide and seek and our own card games. I always remember them setting at the kitchen table laughing. And playing-just one more game. It is so good to read all of the messages that have been written about this wonderful man. He truely instilled morals and values into all he touched. My deepest sympathy to Aunt Audrey and all the cousins. May God bless you all. Gloria
David Bush
May 31, 2003
Dad raised his kids to respect others and to always do our best at whatever task was at hand ("Don't do a half-assed job"). I will also remember all the times he helped us with our cars (especially my old clunkers).
When he was 62 he spent five 15 hour days helping with my home renovations and never once complained that he was tired. At 70 he came out to show me how to replace the engine in my 1983 Lynx. He was always there for us.
For all of this and more - THANKS DAD - you will always be with us.
Marjorie Pregitzer
May 29, 2003
I remember when we were kids, we always couldn't wait for Dad to come home from work. He'd turn a boring day into a lot of fun. It could be playing baseball, or basketball, or horseshoes or just going for a walk or playing card games or listening to music. He always could think of things to do and tirelessly shared his time with us kids.
He even helped us with homework. He was pretty good at math problems.
As grown ups, he still could make things fun. He had a wonderful attitude towards life and taught us to not hate and give the benefit of the doubt when doubt occurred.
He was a wonderful father, and will always be cherished.
Tom & Sarah Werner
May 29, 2003
Goodbye Grandpa. I will always remember sitting out the porch at your house listening to your voice and your laugh and listening to the terrific stories you told. The world is an emptier place without you in it. We will miss you tremendously.
Tom & Sarah Werner
Nancy Weber Conrad
May 21, 2003
My mother, Mildred, Howard's sister, always spoke highly of Uncle Howard. I remember him as kind man who loved kids and included them in all activities regardless of age. My prayers to the family.
Danni Watson
May 19, 2003
I'll be forever grateful to have known such a witty and loving man. I can still hear the laugh and feel the warmth of being at Uncle Howard's. The greatest thing about being there was always being included. No matter your age you were always a part of the game, or conversation at hand. Never spared, but always respected.
Judy Cohoon
May 18, 2003
I am at a loss of words to express the deep feeling of loss. Uncle Howard was my link to my Mom,Grandfather and Grandmother. Audrey and all my cousins must feel his loss so badly. Howard was one of the truly "Good Guys" of life.
James Bush
May 13, 2003
Hello all, been out of touch for a few years! Can't believe he's gone! I turned to Uncle Howard after dad (Bob) passed. He would answer questions and give mechanical advice when I bought my first GM car ('69 Olds Toronado). But I kinda lost touch when I moved to Florida in '80. I remember at the house we lived in on Holmes Road the many, many Saturday night Uchre games attended by many of my uncles and brothers at various times. The Family reunions at the farm are still very fond memories even to this day. He was definatly one of my two favorite uncles, the other being Mom's brother Earl. Even though I have been absent Uncle Howard was never far away in my mind, as my two sons will attest to. I feel like I lost a truly important link to the past and feel a bit orphaned. I hope Aunt Audry and all my cousins are doing and copeing well. Don't know what else to say. Peace and Brightest Blessings. Jim
Karen Werner
May 10, 2003
Unfortunatlly we have come upon the passing of one of the greatest story tellers of all time. We must keep all the stories alive in our memories for all the future generations just like he did.
Grampa and Great-Grampa will be greatly missed. If only we could have said we love you a million more times.
Love, Karen, Daniel, Ariana, Patrick, and Sophia Werner-LeBouef
Brian Simpson
May 9, 2003
I'am sorry to hear of the passing of my Uncle Howard. As a kid I remember him working at the Buick Garage and I looked up to him as one of the few men who knew how to fix the Automobile. He was a professional and made his lifes earning doing this to support his family. I remember a faithful dedicated family man for us younger kids to follow. May god Bless him as Howard blessed my life as a child. My sincere sympathy goes to his family during this time of loss. May God Bless You All and help you as you morn the loss of your Father and Husband
Ira & Peggy McIntosh
May 8, 2003
We mourn the loss of this good man, and are thankful for his life and for all the great memories and that wonderful laugh.
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