Wayne E. Hazen

I have so many memories of my Grampa and his joie de vivre. I wanted to share a couple of memories of him that will always be with me.

My vivid memory of when he and I went sky diving. As he was preparing to dangle out the door and inch his way out on the wing-strut he was carrying on a matter of fact conversation that resembled a lecture with our instructor (stalling I suspect). Then he finally was given a gentle reminder from the instructor and pilot that it was time to go. ...