Robert Eugene Shank

I have wonderful memories of Uncle Bob. In the mid-1950s our family spent time with Bob and his first wife Winifred (Winnie, who died years ago) at their little pine cabin on some Michigan lake over the Indiana border. And even before the pine cabin they lived in an old farm house with a hand water pump and as a little kid I wasted way too much water playing with that old pump. I learned to fish off a pier at the pine cottage. Uncle Bob was quiet, unlike other Shank brothers, but he always...